Episode: the next. In which our hero contemplates what happens next...
OK, so here I am enjoying my new-found hobby of emailing evenings, and it occurs to me that it might (prepare yourself for the shock) be a good idea if I started figuring out how to get things back under some control. What things, you (didn't) ask? Exactly my point.
Not that I'm talking about laying-down-new-floorboards kind of control. Nah, just a diving board from which to leap back into the pool. That's the foundation I need now.
Shall we examine the big categories? OK, then. There's the Crisis Line. I need to get on top of the unionizing issue. I've only got until Friday to get my head clear about what I think should happen -- and really, I should have an opinion earlier (like by the end of tomorrow even) if I actually want to influence anyone to vote like me.
...There's also fundraising work to be done. I'm not heavily involved in the actual organizing of the 30th Birthday event, so that'll be mostly OK until next Monday. But there are a few odds'n'ends that I ought to do; they can probably be cleared away in a half hour or so.
...At tonight's meeting, Aimee was showing signs of exhaustion. It looks like she's stretched pretty much to her limit with what's already on her plate; translation: if I want to develop this committee, it's going to fall on my shoulders. But probably no one's going to stand in my way, either.
Sub-list relating to this project. At first I was thinking that the place to start was with volunteer recruitment. Then, for the past few days I've been thinking that I need to create a better system (well, -any- system) for tracking the chaos of volunteers who want to help, but don't necessarily show up at meetings. Now I'm beginning to wonder if the entry point for this meta-level organizing is the calendar. Once I get a picture of what 2004 looks like, and what all projects we could possibly take on (brainstormed that tonight), then I can begin figuring out which projects ought to get attention first. If I've got projects defined, it's going to be easier to recruit volunteers than if I'm just asking for time without a purpose in mind.
On to the next big category: home. Downstairs isn't looking too bad. There's an acceptable smattering of clutter... The dishes counter has items on it now that don't easily go into the dishwasher; that needs attention. Bills have piled up around the livingroom, but nothing's due yet, so I just need to transfer all that upstairs. Groceries aren't too bad either -- but I am missing OJ, which is crucial. And if I have any hopes of getting back on a diet of Sven's Super Mush, then I'm going to have to get some new kale. Think I've reconciled myself to the fact that it's going to go bad if I don't eat it soon enough, but that it's probably better to just have it on hand than to worry about getting timing right. Still, part of me's not really in the mood to do mush right now. Perhaps more out of a sense of not having a tight reign on eating, rather than questions of flavor. Inspiration, beam yourself down to me, regarding what directions I should be taking re my meals.
Upstairs is also passable. Ought to do a load of towels; amazing how many towels you go through when there's company in your life. The office needs attention soon -- I've got to get the bill-paying desk cleared this week. Bills should be paid by Friday. Though, I'd also like to have that desk for artwork. It was -supposed- to be my art desk, but I don't think the putative bill-paying desk has actually been functional since I decided to designate it as such. That whole area of the room needs an exploratory expedition. Once I start to identify what the clutter and chaos is actually composed of, then the rest of the room will probably fall into place. [Except for the old computer, which just seems to sit there, no matter what. How am I ever going to get it bumped up in priority?]
Ah, and then there's the home-related issues that involve getting out of the house. Haircut... dammit. And my clothing situation is reaching the point of absurdity. Need new pants, new socks, new shoes. Basically everything from the waist down. Shirts could suffice, since I've got six of these short-sleeve things with buttons now. But it sure wouldn't hurt to find more. Curses on the fashion industry for making all those shirts I liked at Freddy's over-sized.
The car is running OK... or am I just in denial? The break-pads probably need to be looked at -- there was that squealing a while back. Isn't ignoring this problem exactly how I ground them down to nubs before?
So, two categories down (Crisis Line & home). In terms of what I think of as necessities, that leaves writing. ...God I want to get one of those new powerbooks. Is there any reason why I can't make another visit to the Mac Store tomorrow, before my date with J? I keep picturing myself sitting at that back table at the Red & Black, hacking out an essay in the morning. Sure, I could get back on track writing with the workhorse in my office. But part of what's going on is that since I hooked up with the Crisis Line (not to mention seeing you-know-who [Voldemort?]), rather than routine-based scheduling I've had to use a more active calendar-scheduling strategy for mission control. Hence, the desire to write at a location outside of home is in sync with treating writing time as discrete dates with myself.
Not sure where to pick up with writing, though. I've got that essay on the "equality" model of activism versus the "oppression / liberation" framework -- nearly complete, and stalled there. Probably wouldn't be so hard to finish it; just have to realize that there's going to be an hour spent reviewing, so I can find my way back on track. Doesn't feel very important now... But I hate the idea of leaving all that work behind. Guh. Intellectual clean-up work sucks.
I should stop neglecting Carl. Bad Sven. Maybe everything will magically fall into place once I've got the laptop. Sigh...
OK, so here I am enjoying my new-found hobby of emailing evenings, and it occurs to me that it might (prepare yourself for the shock) be a good idea if I started figuring out how to get things back under some control. What things, you (didn't) ask? Exactly my point.
Not that I'm talking about laying-down-new-floorboards kind of control. Nah, just a diving board from which to leap back into the pool. That's the foundation I need now.
Shall we examine the big categories? OK, then. There's the Crisis Line. I need to get on top of the unionizing issue. I've only got until Friday to get my head clear about what I think should happen -- and really, I should have an opinion earlier (like by the end of tomorrow even) if I actually want to influence anyone to vote like me.
...There's also fundraising work to be done. I'm not heavily involved in the actual organizing of the 30th Birthday event, so that'll be mostly OK until next Monday. But there are a few odds'n'ends that I ought to do; they can probably be cleared away in a half hour or so.
...At tonight's meeting, Aimee was showing signs of exhaustion. It looks like she's stretched pretty much to her limit with what's already on her plate; translation: if I want to develop this committee, it's going to fall on my shoulders. But probably no one's going to stand in my way, either.
Sub-list relating to this project. At first I was thinking that the place to start was with volunteer recruitment. Then, for the past few days I've been thinking that I need to create a better system (well, -any- system) for tracking the chaos of volunteers who want to help, but don't necessarily show up at meetings. Now I'm beginning to wonder if the entry point for this meta-level organizing is the calendar. Once I get a picture of what 2004 looks like, and what all projects we could possibly take on (brainstormed that tonight), then I can begin figuring out which projects ought to get attention first. If I've got projects defined, it's going to be easier to recruit volunteers than if I'm just asking for time without a purpose in mind.
On to the next big category: home. Downstairs isn't looking too bad. There's an acceptable smattering of clutter... The dishes counter has items on it now that don't easily go into the dishwasher; that needs attention. Bills have piled up around the livingroom, but nothing's due yet, so I just need to transfer all that upstairs. Groceries aren't too bad either -- but I am missing OJ, which is crucial. And if I have any hopes of getting back on a diet of Sven's Super Mush, then I'm going to have to get some new kale. Think I've reconciled myself to the fact that it's going to go bad if I don't eat it soon enough, but that it's probably better to just have it on hand than to worry about getting timing right. Still, part of me's not really in the mood to do mush right now. Perhaps more out of a sense of not having a tight reign on eating, rather than questions of flavor. Inspiration, beam yourself down to me, regarding what directions I should be taking re my meals.
Upstairs is also passable. Ought to do a load of towels; amazing how many towels you go through when there's company in your life. The office needs attention soon -- I've got to get the bill-paying desk cleared this week. Bills should be paid by Friday. Though, I'd also like to have that desk for artwork. It was -supposed- to be my art desk, but I don't think the putative bill-paying desk has actually been functional since I decided to designate it as such. That whole area of the room needs an exploratory expedition. Once I start to identify what the clutter and chaos is actually composed of, then the rest of the room will probably fall into place. [Except for the old computer, which just seems to sit there, no matter what. How am I ever going to get it bumped up in priority?]
Ah, and then there's the home-related issues that involve getting out of the house. Haircut... dammit. And my clothing situation is reaching the point of absurdity. Need new pants, new socks, new shoes. Basically everything from the waist down. Shirts could suffice, since I've got six of these short-sleeve things with buttons now. But it sure wouldn't hurt to find more. Curses on the fashion industry for making all those shirts I liked at Freddy's over-sized.
The car is running OK... or am I just in denial? The break-pads probably need to be looked at -- there was that squealing a while back. Isn't ignoring this problem exactly how I ground them down to nubs before?
So, two categories down (Crisis Line & home). In terms of what I think of as necessities, that leaves writing. ...God I want to get one of those new powerbooks. Is there any reason why I can't make another visit to the Mac Store tomorrow, before my date with J? I keep picturing myself sitting at that back table at the Red & Black, hacking out an essay in the morning. Sure, I could get back on track writing with the workhorse in my office. But part of what's going on is that since I hooked up with the Crisis Line (not to mention seeing you-know-who [Voldemort?]), rather than routine-based scheduling I've had to use a more active calendar-scheduling strategy for mission control. Hence, the desire to write at a location outside of home is in sync with treating writing time as discrete dates with myself.
Not sure where to pick up with writing, though. I've got that essay on the "equality" model of activism versus the "oppression / liberation" framework -- nearly complete, and stalled there. Probably wouldn't be so hard to finish it; just have to realize that there's going to be an hour spent reviewing, so I can find my way back on track. Doesn't feel very important now... But I hate the idea of leaving all that work behind. Guh. Intellectual clean-up work sucks.
I should stop neglecting Carl. Bad Sven. Maybe everything will magically fall into place once I've got the laptop. Sigh...
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