Kvetch. Why, oh why, did I feel compelled to eat -all- the leftover caramel last night? And: Why, oh why, must getting a nosebleed be a part of my daily, first-thing-in-the-morning routine?
Must wrap and send gifts for Shield and Z today. If I ship a box "priority" (or whatever that more expensive class is called) then maybe I can get it to them by Solstice. Why, oh why, am I so bad about getting gifts and sending them in a timely way? [Does it have something to do with that time that my family was consumed by a wild pack of flesh eating Santa Clauses?]
Tonight the filmmakers group is meeting to do something "abstract" about rhythm. Don't know how this is going to go, but it's Leopoldo's baby, and I want to support all the players here. Fuzzy about what project I want to do next, personally. J gave me a talking to about what an imposition bad writing is on the audience -- which has me feeling like I should either be thinking about how to get to that next level, or acknowledge to myself that I'm just futzing around.
Youthlib.com is exciting. While G was doing evaluations of online courses for PSU, I did a bunch of writing on the laptop in her livingroom. Drew up a draft homepage layout that I feel positive about. Also been working on an essay about the definition of YL that will kick some ass -- when I finally figure out how to start it on the right foot. I've written two introductions so far (maybe 5 hours of work?) that just don't cut it. New plan: a more spartan essay -- cut to the chase and explain the definition first; talk about different purposes of definitions and how to use the definition for evaluation at the end.
Bah. I'm in sore need of some clean dishes and clean laundry.
I would like to get the xmas tree up this afternoon. And, if at all possible, check out Saturday Market for bowls for Grannie and Grampa. [The market's open weekdays during the build up to xmas.]
Must wrap and send gifts for Shield and Z today. If I ship a box "priority" (or whatever that more expensive class is called) then maybe I can get it to them by Solstice. Why, oh why, am I so bad about getting gifts and sending them in a timely way? [Does it have something to do with that time that my family was consumed by a wild pack of flesh eating Santa Clauses?]
Tonight the filmmakers group is meeting to do something "abstract" about rhythm. Don't know how this is going to go, but it's Leopoldo's baby, and I want to support all the players here. Fuzzy about what project I want to do next, personally. J gave me a talking to about what an imposition bad writing is on the audience -- which has me feeling like I should either be thinking about how to get to that next level, or acknowledge to myself that I'm just futzing around.
Youthlib.com is exciting. While G was doing evaluations of online courses for PSU, I did a bunch of writing on the laptop in her livingroom. Drew up a draft homepage layout that I feel positive about. Also been working on an essay about the definition of YL that will kick some ass -- when I finally figure out how to start it on the right foot. I've written two introductions so far (maybe 5 hours of work?) that just don't cut it. New plan: a more spartan essay -- cut to the chase and explain the definition first; talk about different purposes of definitions and how to use the definition for evaluation at the end.
Bah. I'm in sore need of some clean dishes and clean laundry.
I would like to get the xmas tree up this afternoon. And, if at all possible, check out Saturday Market for bowls for Grannie and Grampa. [The market's open weekdays during the build up to xmas.]
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