A rather productive day. Tomorrow is jam packed with appointments, which rather suggests that I won't be getting much work work done. I hope that nothing unexpected happens tomorrow morning - I need for this loan to close, and I don't have a lot of attention to babysit it tomorrow.
This movie was much closer to the end than I was expecting. Interesting.
I've been working on Fabulair steadily, which feels VERY good. Today, I could feel that it would become full time around March or April. Without investors.
Was fiddling around on eBay tonight, and found an owner's manual for the Phaeton - so, I nabbed it. I want to go up to Austin and check out that Phaeton up there.
I'm tired, but I am not sleepy. I feel like I'm getting kind of sick, but I feel fine. Weird, weird.
Wolfram has been out of touch all day. Lovely.
Let's just get interested in a confused, married closet case who's a great kisser.
I so need to clean the corners in here. I need Joey back to touch up the paint, fix a shelf and fix some furniture. That's what I need.
That, and X10. And a CDMA repeater/extender.
DJHJD
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
The Age of e-Cash
Casey Research, Inc. c/o InvestorsInsight Publishing, Inc. 14900 Landmark Blvd, Suite #350, Dallas, Texas 75254.
(c) Casey Research, Inc. 2005
He's big, he's bad. He sidles up to you on an otherwise deserted street and growls: "Your phone or your life."
This alternate take on the highwayman's traditional choice for his victim--life vs. money--has probably not yet been uttered, at least not in this country. But it may not be far off.
Japan, as it so often does with things electronic, has taken the lead in exploring the possibilities of "e-cash" as the preferred form of retail transaction. Increasingly, that brings into play an interface between the ubiquitous cell phone and the bits and bytes that pass for a medium of monetary exchange these days.
Modern life is, to a large extent, about convenience and saving time. Take dining out, for example. You eat, you chat with your companions, you conduct a business deal, whatever. Then, at the end, you have to settle your bill. This takes time. It has to be brought to you, then you have to wait in line at the register, then you have to wait some more while your credit card is processed, or submit your PIN for a debit card, then you have to sign.
Suppose you could just get up and walk out of the restaurant, pausing only long enough to wave your cell phone at the check-out desk. In a growing number of establishments, that's exactly what you can do in Japan today.
All you need is an e-cash card or a properly equipped cell phone. These smart cards and phones feature built-in antennas and integrated circuits that allow for the transmission and receipt of electronic signals. When you swipe one of them near a compatible scanner, e-money is deducted from your account--which can be replenished with paper money at thousands of automated docking stations around the country (reverse ATMs), or over the Internet with a credit card.
What began four years ago as a time-saving alternative payment method for high-speed rail commuters has rapidly morphed into a staple of Japanese life. An estimated 15 million people (projected to reach 40 million by 2008) now use e-cash for 15.8 million transactions per month, a 100% increase over 2004. E-cash is accepted by a wide range of retailers, including convenience stores, restaurants, department stores, newsstands, electronics dealers, furniture stores, and supermarkets. There are even vending machines where a wave of the hand will net you a Coke. Many shoppers are thus able to leave home with nothing in their pockets but their cell phone.
Time savings can be significant, especially in a crowded restaurant at lunch hour or in a supermarket. One study indicates that supermarket shoppers save a minimum of 10% of their time over those who pay with cash, and even more over those who pay by credit card.
In the confident words of Makoto Yamada, an executive at bitWallet, Inc., the country's largest virtual money service, "Japan is moving toward the cashless society."
Will the concept make its way across the Pacific? That's a good question. It might seem like a no-brainer, given the speed with which Internet e-commerce has been accepted in the U.S. But there are other considerations.
For one thing, the American consumer is hooked on debt, with credit cards playing a major role. E-cash is, in a way, the opposite of a credit card. As with a debit card, you have to prepay for your purchases. Whether the domestic buyer is going to want to take a further step away from his or her "buy now, pay later" mentality remains to be seen.
Another stumbling block is philosophical. Privacy is a strongly held traditional value in the States, unlike Japan, and Americans are acutely aware that every day more and more of it is being stripped away. Many will see the rise of e-cash as just another way of letting the government/corporate complex know what you're doing and where you're doing it.
It isn't only drug dealers and burglars who benefit from the existence of cold, hard cash; it's everyone who appreciates the value of being able to conduct transactions in private, with no paper trail, when the need arises.
Could there be a way around this objection? The answer, satisfyingly, is yes. Anonymous e-cash is not just a possibility, it's here. And it's been here for a decade.
Microsoft, for instance, was issued a 1998 patent for technology that allows e-cash transactions to remain anonymous. I.e., it lets consumers spend their e-money without the bank or other repository being aware of the specifics, including user identity. Such is the general mistrust of Microsoft, however, that at the time Chris Oakes warned in Wired that "the development raised speculation about . . . whether the patent could be an effort to stymie the proliferation of anonymous cash." Oakes went on to write that "No patents in the area of anonymous micropayment are fundamental enough to make all businesses dependent upon one company's technology."
No Microsoft-type suspicions attached to DigiCash, founded in the early 1990s and the acknowledged pioneer in the field.
How DigiCash's system works is too technical to explain in depth, but it basically uses public-key cryptography (the public-private key pair system employed by PGP, for instance) to anonymize a transaction. In essence, it boils down to this: The user spends e-coins issued by his participating bank, which supplies them to him without knowing where they are going. The accepting merchant knows only that the bank stands behind the e-cash, without knowing the identity of the buyer. Each step in the process is fully encrypted and secure.
So how come we haven't heard more about this? Well, unfortunately for lovers of the concept, DigiCash filed for Chapter 11 in September of 1998, and no one else has stepped up. Hmmm, maybe Microsoft never intended to market their product after all.
This makes the future of DigiCash, or some similar form of anonymous electronic money, murky indeed. Even absent an MS conspiracy, it still requires an intricate arrangement among consumer, bank, and merchant that must be agreeable to all. But beyond that, there's the problem of government (isn't there always?). Washington loves the idea of a cashless society, provided it isn't one that comes with privacy attached; there's that misbegotten drug war to fight, y'know. Thus we can be pretty sure that anonymous e-cash transactions will be resisted by the feds, and perhaps prohibited by law.
Steven Levy envisioned a rosy future in Wired in 1994, one which will "shatter the Orwellian predictions of a Big Brother dystopia, replacing them with a world in which the ease of electronic transactions is combined with the elegant anonymity of paying in cash."
But will we ever get there? Right now, chances don't look especially good.
(c) Casey Research, Inc. 2005
He's big, he's bad. He sidles up to you on an otherwise deserted street and growls: "Your phone or your life."
This alternate take on the highwayman's traditional choice for his victim--life vs. money--has probably not yet been uttered, at least not in this country. But it may not be far off.
Japan, as it so often does with things electronic, has taken the lead in exploring the possibilities of "e-cash" as the preferred form of retail transaction. Increasingly, that brings into play an interface between the ubiquitous cell phone and the bits and bytes that pass for a medium of monetary exchange these days.
Modern life is, to a large extent, about convenience and saving time. Take dining out, for example. You eat, you chat with your companions, you conduct a business deal, whatever. Then, at the end, you have to settle your bill. This takes time. It has to be brought to you, then you have to wait in line at the register, then you have to wait some more while your credit card is processed, or submit your PIN for a debit card, then you have to sign.
Suppose you could just get up and walk out of the restaurant, pausing only long enough to wave your cell phone at the check-out desk. In a growing number of establishments, that's exactly what you can do in Japan today.
All you need is an e-cash card or a properly equipped cell phone. These smart cards and phones feature built-in antennas and integrated circuits that allow for the transmission and receipt of electronic signals. When you swipe one of them near a compatible scanner, e-money is deducted from your account--which can be replenished with paper money at thousands of automated docking stations around the country (reverse ATMs), or over the Internet with a credit card.
What began four years ago as a time-saving alternative payment method for high-speed rail commuters has rapidly morphed into a staple of Japanese life. An estimated 15 million people (projected to reach 40 million by 2008) now use e-cash for 15.8 million transactions per month, a 100% increase over 2004. E-cash is accepted by a wide range of retailers, including convenience stores, restaurants, department stores, newsstands, electronics dealers, furniture stores, and supermarkets. There are even vending machines where a wave of the hand will net you a Coke. Many shoppers are thus able to leave home with nothing in their pockets but their cell phone.
Time savings can be significant, especially in a crowded restaurant at lunch hour or in a supermarket. One study indicates that supermarket shoppers save a minimum of 10% of their time over those who pay with cash, and even more over those who pay by credit card.
In the confident words of Makoto Yamada, an executive at bitWallet, Inc., the country's largest virtual money service, "Japan is moving toward the cashless society."
Will the concept make its way across the Pacific? That's a good question. It might seem like a no-brainer, given the speed with which Internet e-commerce has been accepted in the U.S. But there are other considerations.
For one thing, the American consumer is hooked on debt, with credit cards playing a major role. E-cash is, in a way, the opposite of a credit card. As with a debit card, you have to prepay for your purchases. Whether the domestic buyer is going to want to take a further step away from his or her "buy now, pay later" mentality remains to be seen.
Another stumbling block is philosophical. Privacy is a strongly held traditional value in the States, unlike Japan, and Americans are acutely aware that every day more and more of it is being stripped away. Many will see the rise of e-cash as just another way of letting the government/corporate complex know what you're doing and where you're doing it.
It isn't only drug dealers and burglars who benefit from the existence of cold, hard cash; it's everyone who appreciates the value of being able to conduct transactions in private, with no paper trail, when the need arises.
Could there be a way around this objection? The answer, satisfyingly, is yes. Anonymous e-cash is not just a possibility, it's here. And it's been here for a decade.
Microsoft, for instance, was issued a 1998 patent for technology that allows e-cash transactions to remain anonymous. I.e., it lets consumers spend their e-money without the bank or other repository being aware of the specifics, including user identity. Such is the general mistrust of Microsoft, however, that at the time Chris Oakes warned in Wired that "the development raised speculation about . . . whether the patent could be an effort to stymie the proliferation of anonymous cash." Oakes went on to write that "No patents in the area of anonymous micropayment are fundamental enough to make all businesses dependent upon one company's technology."
No Microsoft-type suspicions attached to DigiCash, founded in the early 1990s and the acknowledged pioneer in the field.
How DigiCash's system works is too technical to explain in depth, but it basically uses public-key cryptography (the public-private key pair system employed by PGP, for instance) to anonymize a transaction. In essence, it boils down to this: The user spends e-coins issued by his participating bank, which supplies them to him without knowing where they are going. The accepting merchant knows only that the bank stands behind the e-cash, without knowing the identity of the buyer. Each step in the process is fully encrypted and secure.
So how come we haven't heard more about this? Well, unfortunately for lovers of the concept, DigiCash filed for Chapter 11 in September of 1998, and no one else has stepped up. Hmmm, maybe Microsoft never intended to market their product after all.
This makes the future of DigiCash, or some similar form of anonymous electronic money, murky indeed. Even absent an MS conspiracy, it still requires an intricate arrangement among consumer, bank, and merchant that must be agreeable to all. But beyond that, there's the problem of government (isn't there always?). Washington loves the idea of a cashless society, provided it isn't one that comes with privacy attached; there's that misbegotten drug war to fight, y'know. Thus we can be pretty sure that anonymous e-cash transactions will be resisted by the feds, and perhaps prohibited by law.
Steven Levy envisioned a rosy future in Wired in 1994, one which will "shatter the Orwellian predictions of a Big Brother dystopia, replacing them with a world in which the ease of electronic transactions is combined with the elegant anonymity of paying in cash."
But will we ever get there? Right now, chances don't look especially good.
Monday, Monday ver. 659.01
Working to clear through the detritus this morning - as I said, I need to have a manic day today.
Later, after an hours long fit of mania
Okay, I've cleared through a LOT today; have one loan done and in closing. About to work on the next one. Handed off some accounting work, worked on Fabulair some, about to do some more.
The next project is to put away all the sheet music that was sorted, and then tonight I get to INPUT the index information.
Got my Phaeton brochure in the mail today. Urk, did I overpay. At least I have one. The pdf file that I already had was far more informative.
Where's Chuck? I'm starving!
More and more stuff to do. Back to the grindstone. More tonight as I re-watch "Big Fish."
Later, after an hours long fit of mania
Okay, I've cleared through a LOT today; have one loan done and in closing. About to work on the next one. Handed off some accounting work, worked on Fabulair some, about to do some more.
The next project is to put away all the sheet music that was sorted, and then tonight I get to INPUT the index information.
Got my Phaeton brochure in the mail today. Urk, did I overpay. At least I have one. The pdf file that I already had was far more informative.
Where's Chuck? I'm starving!
More and more stuff to do. Back to the grindstone. More tonight as I re-watch "Big Fish."
Monday, January 02, 2006
Well - the Rules need to be applied
Who knows if Barbara is giving me good information? She herself may have something for Wolf, and be trying to steer me in a different direction.
But, I digress.
Barbara suggests that Wolf's assertion is that I made moves on him. Okay, I can NOT make moves faster than I can make them, and I certainly don't need drama with some guy who has baggage.
Found another house - an interesting part of town, east of downtown off of I-10. It's VERY pretty, the bedrooms are rather small, and I haven't seen a floorplan yet. It's pretty inexpensive, but the neighborhood could be less than desireable. I'm going to talk to my lender's rep and have a look at it, I think.
I love this apartment, and I love this neighborhood, but .. interesting possibilities.
Okay, time to get the lead out and crawl into bed.
But, I digress.
Barbara suggests that Wolf's assertion is that I made moves on him. Okay, I can NOT make moves faster than I can make them, and I certainly don't need drama with some guy who has baggage.
Found another house - an interesting part of town, east of downtown off of I-10. It's VERY pretty, the bedrooms are rather small, and I haven't seen a floorplan yet. It's pretty inexpensive, but the neighborhood could be less than desireable. I'm going to talk to my lender's rep and have a look at it, I think.
I love this apartment, and I love this neighborhood, but .. interesting possibilities.
Okay, time to get the lead out and crawl into bed.
Happy New-ish Year
Ah, another distraction. At the New Year's Eve party, I met this very nice and engaging young man (well, thirty) who seemed quite interested in continuing our new association. I met him out last night (with Barbara, who was the guilty party for introducing us,) and we had quite a lot of fun - frisky conversation was had, followed by some public macking, and then - he pulled completely away in his conversation and body language.
Men are so frustrating. Now, he's back to being frisky and interested in talking and getting together.
I've been trying to burn a DVD all day, and it's not working - the program keeps shutting down. Frustrating.
Walked to Barnaby's for lunch, and spotted a townhouse that's a HUD foreclosure. I inquired about it, and got a five word reply from the realtor "that property is under contract."
Biotch.
I have to call my lender friend tomorrow and ask about FHA lending standards. I had forgotten that HUD had pushed up the loan limit to something workable in the Midtown area. There is a metal townhouse on Gray that is about that same price. Still and all, I love having the meeting room here at the apartment to meet clients, without having to have them in my apartment. So, that's a benefit that saves me from having to have office space.
Urgh.
Meeting Janice tonight at Adobe - the last time we did that, I had Nick in tow. Tonight, it will be just she and I. Then, home to watch "Big Fish," which I need to send back tomorrow.
I also have to get ready for the Wednesday board meeting, urg. This lack of motivation is wiping me out. I need a manic day tomorrow. And, I need NOT to have the distraction of a new man's antics. Even though he's all corn fed and frisky.
Barney is starting to ping-pong around in the kitchen, signaling that he's detected it's time for their walk.
I've accomplished some small things, that make things more pleasant - hanging the wireless router up on the wall to generate more signal strength, moving the DSL modem away from the computer desk to improve fidelity and reduce line noise, filing, shredding, address updates, organization. Tomorrow, I have no appointments or commitments; hopefully, that will create the space to knock out a ton of work.
Men are so frustrating. Now, he's back to being frisky and interested in talking and getting together.
I've been trying to burn a DVD all day, and it's not working - the program keeps shutting down. Frustrating.
Walked to Barnaby's for lunch, and spotted a townhouse that's a HUD foreclosure. I inquired about it, and got a five word reply from the realtor "that property is under contract."
Biotch.
I have to call my lender friend tomorrow and ask about FHA lending standards. I had forgotten that HUD had pushed up the loan limit to something workable in the Midtown area. There is a metal townhouse on Gray that is about that same price. Still and all, I love having the meeting room here at the apartment to meet clients, without having to have them in my apartment. So, that's a benefit that saves me from having to have office space.
Urgh.
Meeting Janice tonight at Adobe - the last time we did that, I had Nick in tow. Tonight, it will be just she and I. Then, home to watch "Big Fish," which I need to send back tomorrow.
I also have to get ready for the Wednesday board meeting, urg. This lack of motivation is wiping me out. I need a manic day tomorrow. And, I need NOT to have the distraction of a new man's antics. Even though he's all corn fed and frisky.
Barney is starting to ping-pong around in the kitchen, signaling that he's detected it's time for their walk.
I've accomplished some small things, that make things more pleasant - hanging the wireless router up on the wall to generate more signal strength, moving the DSL modem away from the computer desk to improve fidelity and reduce line noise, filing, shredding, address updates, organization. Tomorrow, I have no appointments or commitments; hopefully, that will create the space to knock out a ton of work.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Three hundred sixty-five
The last day.
Spent part of today hanging out, part of today updating the church's website, part of the day screwing around, and part of the day reflecting.
Did some laundry, shipped out a package, did a little organizing. All in all, not the work day that I was expecting to have, but it is okay.
Things I've noticed about myself in the last few days..
First, I am sick to death of people who are utterly disengaged with the rest of the world; people who call and aren't even aware that someone else is on the call unless you utterly cease talking. People who aren't engaged in a conversation, but a monologue. Taking into account that people are mirrors for elements in our own personalities, I have to ask myself - am I someone who is utterly unaware and disinterested in the feelings and goings-on of other people? Or, am I so working to attune myself to other people that I wish to purge all of that from my psyche?
Secondly, taking my two dogs are mirrors, Barney has many of the qualities that I describe in the above paragraph. He's utterly unconcerned about anyone else than himself - everything is about him. Today, he had a banner day - he ate his food, he ate Jackie's food, he was crying and screaming by 7:30 this morning, and he peed on the kitchen floor. Me, me, me, me, me, me. Pay attention to ME dammit. He is also one who creates a mess just to get attention. That part of myself, I can see. I'm leaving it behind, though.
So, he's anxious about everything, and always getting into the way and creating a mess for someone else to clean up in order to gain attention. He feels he's been ignored or pushed away, so he uses these techniques to get attention.
I know that I've been pushing these elements of my personality out, and perhaps that's why he''s more irritating than ever.
Last night, I had another WTF dream - the third one in a week where I was doing complex, intellectual work for someone (this time, for my former uncle by marriage the insurance multi-millionaire) who decided after I did the work to not pay me and offer excuses. I woke up just ANGRY. I decided that it's time for that expectation of self to leave. In 2006, I am only going to get PAID in full, and I'm going to charge what the market will bear for my substantial skill and knowledge base.
My entire work history since law school has been filled with these events; people who need my help and then can't or won't pay; people who need help with a mortgage, and then can't get the deal done, or leave for a few dollars offered somewhere else.
Let's not even get into a conversation about the men I've found appealing.
I have been reflecting on some of the things in my life that I have been so passionate about - Continental Airlines, Jarred the bartender .. they TAKE CARE OF ME. They pay attention to me, and anticipate how to treat me well. And, I am quick to anger with companies or persons who deliver poor service or ignore me. I won't deal with them any further.
Taking again that life is a mirror, am I a person who ignored or delivers poor service? Sometimes, perhaps. I hate that in myself. I'm trying to create a business to deliver exceptional service. I'm creating a church that delivers just what people need and is attentive and free of drama and machinations that usually create division and strip away a sense of safety.
Next year - in fewer than six hours - things will go much differently. More consciousness. More effectiveness. More productivity. More of a mark on the world.
Spent part of today hanging out, part of today updating the church's website, part of the day screwing around, and part of the day reflecting.
Did some laundry, shipped out a package, did a little organizing. All in all, not the work day that I was expecting to have, but it is okay.
Things I've noticed about myself in the last few days..
First, I am sick to death of people who are utterly disengaged with the rest of the world; people who call and aren't even aware that someone else is on the call unless you utterly cease talking. People who aren't engaged in a conversation, but a monologue. Taking into account that people are mirrors for elements in our own personalities, I have to ask myself - am I someone who is utterly unaware and disinterested in the feelings and goings-on of other people? Or, am I so working to attune myself to other people that I wish to purge all of that from my psyche?
Secondly, taking my two dogs are mirrors, Barney has many of the qualities that I describe in the above paragraph. He's utterly unconcerned about anyone else than himself - everything is about him. Today, he had a banner day - he ate his food, he ate Jackie's food, he was crying and screaming by 7:30 this morning, and he peed on the kitchen floor. Me, me, me, me, me, me. Pay attention to ME dammit. He is also one who creates a mess just to get attention. That part of myself, I can see. I'm leaving it behind, though.
So, he's anxious about everything, and always getting into the way and creating a mess for someone else to clean up in order to gain attention. He feels he's been ignored or pushed away, so he uses these techniques to get attention.
I know that I've been pushing these elements of my personality out, and perhaps that's why he''s more irritating than ever.
Last night, I had another WTF dream - the third one in a week where I was doing complex, intellectual work for someone (this time, for my former uncle by marriage the insurance multi-millionaire) who decided after I did the work to not pay me and offer excuses. I woke up just ANGRY. I decided that it's time for that expectation of self to leave. In 2006, I am only going to get PAID in full, and I'm going to charge what the market will bear for my substantial skill and knowledge base.
My entire work history since law school has been filled with these events; people who need my help and then can't or won't pay; people who need help with a mortgage, and then can't get the deal done, or leave for a few dollars offered somewhere else.
Let's not even get into a conversation about the men I've found appealing.
I have been reflecting on some of the things in my life that I have been so passionate about - Continental Airlines, Jarred the bartender .. they TAKE CARE OF ME. They pay attention to me, and anticipate how to treat me well. And, I am quick to anger with companies or persons who deliver poor service or ignore me. I won't deal with them any further.
Taking again that life is a mirror, am I a person who ignored or delivers poor service? Sometimes, perhaps. I hate that in myself. I'm trying to create a business to deliver exceptional service. I'm creating a church that delivers just what people need and is attentive and free of drama and machinations that usually create division and strip away a sense of safety.
Next year - in fewer than six hours - things will go much differently. More consciousness. More effectiveness. More productivity. More of a mark on the world.
Friday, December 30, 2005
What I meant was
I had another coke addled, self inflated, non-working man working me over like the last piece of beef jerky before two hundred miles of desert, and YOU were at risk of being replaced.
It was a joke.
Of course, you thought it was about YOU. Far from it, it was intended to convey that you were the antithesis of unique; there's a parade of young men who live to enlist the aid of others to support themselves continuing their thirteen year old focus. Bus loads. Many who are much cuter, and whom are less mercinary. They're very clear - they just want cash and are willing to exchange a modicum of attention for it.
You have priced yourself out of the marketplace, as you offer nothing, deliver nothing and expect everything.
The joke is, therefore, on you.
It was a joke.
Of course, you thought it was about YOU. Far from it, it was intended to convey that you were the antithesis of unique; there's a parade of young men who live to enlist the aid of others to support themselves continuing their thirteen year old focus. Bus loads. Many who are much cuter, and whom are less mercinary. They're very clear - they just want cash and are willing to exchange a modicum of attention for it.
You have priced yourself out of the marketplace, as you offer nothing, deliver nothing and expect everything.
The joke is, therefore, on you.
The last Friday for 2005
Waiting for Mikey to come by - he's coming to meet me for a Whores of Baghdad meeting at EJ's.
Lunch with Lance today seemed strained. Don't know what's going on there.
While I was at lunch, I happened to run into John, the neighborbood mechanic - I asked him to check out my tie rod ends, since I had been told that they were in need of replacement. Uh, seems not so much. Tie rod ends are in great shape. Control arm bushings are a bit weak, but it's not a matter of them needing replacement. They're just getting old. Seems that the lack of grease fittings on modern suspension components leads to the creaking noises. It doesn't mean the parts are bad, but the noise leads car owners to think that there is a problem, which allows the repair shops to sell repairs that aren't needed.
Another piece to the puzzle.
Watching "Punch Drunk Love." Interesting movie. Very interesting.
Tomorrow will be all about getting ready for Sunday. And catching up on some personal work that needs doing.
I've been having some seriously strange dreams lately. Several that I can't write about here without offending sensibilities. But, suffice it to say that they have been WEIRD.
Heard from PJ today. He says he's coming to Houston. Whether that means he wants me to pay for the trip or not has not yet been revealed. However, as I was hanging up my dry cleaning today, I was thinking "I am SO glad that I have my apartment to myself again." Somehow, I have to keep that feeling alive going forward. Reading his blog, I wonder what that's all about. Self-promotion? Where's the profundity? Where's the content? I thought he was changing the world.
Maybe it's just one drink at a time.
This movie is REALLY weird. Unusual, though. Adam Sandler is very interesting.
Almost time to go see Jarred the non-responsive South African bartender. And to see if the boi is going to talk to me again tonight. What to wear?
Lunch with Lance today seemed strained. Don't know what's going on there.
While I was at lunch, I happened to run into John, the neighborbood mechanic - I asked him to check out my tie rod ends, since I had been told that they were in need of replacement. Uh, seems not so much. Tie rod ends are in great shape. Control arm bushings are a bit weak, but it's not a matter of them needing replacement. They're just getting old. Seems that the lack of grease fittings on modern suspension components leads to the creaking noises. It doesn't mean the parts are bad, but the noise leads car owners to think that there is a problem, which allows the repair shops to sell repairs that aren't needed.
Another piece to the puzzle.
Watching "Punch Drunk Love." Interesting movie. Very interesting.
Tomorrow will be all about getting ready for Sunday. And catching up on some personal work that needs doing.
I've been having some seriously strange dreams lately. Several that I can't write about here without offending sensibilities. But, suffice it to say that they have been WEIRD.
Heard from PJ today. He says he's coming to Houston. Whether that means he wants me to pay for the trip or not has not yet been revealed. However, as I was hanging up my dry cleaning today, I was thinking "I am SO glad that I have my apartment to myself again." Somehow, I have to keep that feeling alive going forward. Reading his blog, I wonder what that's all about. Self-promotion? Where's the profundity? Where's the content? I thought he was changing the world.
Maybe it's just one drink at a time.
This movie is REALLY weird. Unusual, though. Adam Sandler is very interesting.
Almost time to go see Jarred the non-responsive South African bartender. And to see if the boi is going to talk to me again tonight. What to wear?
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Final Thursday
Ah, a morning of car drama, followed by an afternoon of cleaning up. Ruby had a flat tire yesterday. This morning, I picked up my check, went to Sam's, bought a tire, blah, blah. Got back here, and still had hours worth of clean up and such to get done. Work? Oh, that?
Waiting for Travis the Chiropractor - I need my head rotated in the WORST way. He's called in range.
After he's done aligning the chassis, I am going to finish my movie from last night.
Only one weekend to go before it's 2006. I have a bunch of work to do this weekend. I want to start 2006 with NOTHING dragging over my shoulder. Except unpaid bills (due me) and vice-versa.
Waiting for Travis the Chiropractor - I need my head rotated in the WORST way. He's called in range.
After he's done aligning the chassis, I am going to finish my movie from last night.
Only one weekend to go before it's 2006. I have a bunch of work to do this weekend. I want to start 2006 with NOTHING dragging over my shoulder. Except unpaid bills (due me) and vice-versa.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Last Humping Day before 2006
I've had an interesting thought today - we have these behavioral and belief patterns in us that are fundamental - they define who we know ourselves to be. We (those of us who seek improvement and change) are out to root out the causes of these patterns and interrupt them, so as to produce a possibility of choice.
I've been working very hard at deep-seated and fundamental patterns about myself. In so doing, I've been bringing up deep anger and fear that I never would have guessed was there - such as the fear of someone coming into my apartment when I'm sleeping without the alarm set.
Over the last few days, my motivation - which ebbs and flows more strongly than the tides - has been utterly absent. My imagination, about business concepts, about planning, to-do lists and so on, is more productive than ever. But, in execution, I have fallen apart.
Today, I was thinking - what if this is a manner by which my fundamental self-definition can distract me from trying to further root it out? If I lay about doing little or nothing, financial crisis predictably follows in a matter of days or weeks. Success never comes. It DISTRACTS me from looking at anything deeper or as yet undiscovered.
Could this fundamental self-definition be that crafty? I think it could. To preserve itself by throwing out distractions just as the Bush administration points to terrorist boogeymen and then slams through another action to benefit their cronies suggests that it is truly threatened, this fundamental self-definition.
So, what powerful attack my self belief must be feeling to raise such a defense.
Met with Ben and his boyfriend tonight; Ben is going to help me with a visual rendering of the Fabulair flightie costume. Then, Robyn can make one for me. And then, I can have someone (William? Marc?) photographed in it. Or, I could have her make me two, and photograph both of them in it.
I have to speak the next four Sundays on the Science of Mind, and how it works. I've started to put my talk together for this Sunday.
I'm watching "Judgment at Nurenburg." FABULOUS movie.
I've been working very hard at deep-seated and fundamental patterns about myself. In so doing, I've been bringing up deep anger and fear that I never would have guessed was there - such as the fear of someone coming into my apartment when I'm sleeping without the alarm set.
Over the last few days, my motivation - which ebbs and flows more strongly than the tides - has been utterly absent. My imagination, about business concepts, about planning, to-do lists and so on, is more productive than ever. But, in execution, I have fallen apart.
Today, I was thinking - what if this is a manner by which my fundamental self-definition can distract me from trying to further root it out? If I lay about doing little or nothing, financial crisis predictably follows in a matter of days or weeks. Success never comes. It DISTRACTS me from looking at anything deeper or as yet undiscovered.
Could this fundamental self-definition be that crafty? I think it could. To preserve itself by throwing out distractions just as the Bush administration points to terrorist boogeymen and then slams through another action to benefit their cronies suggests that it is truly threatened, this fundamental self-definition.
So, what powerful attack my self belief must be feeling to raise such a defense.
Met with Ben and his boyfriend tonight; Ben is going to help me with a visual rendering of the Fabulair flightie costume. Then, Robyn can make one for me. And then, I can have someone (William? Marc?) photographed in it. Or, I could have her make me two, and photograph both of them in it.
I have to speak the next four Sundays on the Science of Mind, and how it works. I've started to put my talk together for this Sunday.
I'm watching "Judgment at Nurenburg." FABULOUS movie.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
It's finally pushed out!
After years of accumulation and nearly a year of effort, the drdivo.com website is FINALLY pushed out to the server. It's rough, to be sure, and there are lots of editing issues, but it's about 80% there!!! I'm so HAPPY!
Check it out!
If you want some REALLY fun stuff, check out the Grand Opera of the Clinton Years (written by an anonymous staffer at HGO, not by me) at this link. The complete residential history of the Casita de divo can be found there.
A great deal more content needs be written and pushed out, and a weekend of scanning pictures is coming soon, but WHOOP!
This makes me happy.
Check it out!
If you want some REALLY fun stuff, check out the Grand Opera of the Clinton Years (written by an anonymous staffer at HGO, not by me) at this link. The complete residential history of the Casita de divo can be found there.
A great deal more content needs be written and pushed out, and a weekend of scanning pictures is coming soon, but WHOOP!
This makes me happy.
A Tuesday that feels like Monday in June
It's HOT! Today, we're supposed to reach 79F; a cool front comes in tomorrow.
I'm wearing a shirt and tie today (who would have guessed?) I have more work to do this morning, and a closing that should occupy the entire afternoon.
I used the alarm this morning for the first morning since before Nick's visit over Hallowe'en.
Speaking of alarms, since Nick left (and more since Michael went to North Carolina,) I don't sleep well at night unless I arm the alarm system in the house. If I don't set it, I wake up in the middle of the night, hearing people come into the apartment. Weird.
Called the auto repair place about tie rod ends for Ruby and the missing trim piece that broke off when T and Matticia were in heat back in October. The service advisor at the auto place isn't the best about follow-up. Okay, that was polite. HE SUCKS at follow up.
Time to check on RAM for the computer here while I wait for a fax from the title company about my closing, which takes place in TWO hours. They're just trying to make me crazy, aren't they?
I'm wearing a shirt and tie today (who would have guessed?) I have more work to do this morning, and a closing that should occupy the entire afternoon.
I used the alarm this morning for the first morning since before Nick's visit over Hallowe'en.
Speaking of alarms, since Nick left (and more since Michael went to North Carolina,) I don't sleep well at night unless I arm the alarm system in the house. If I don't set it, I wake up in the middle of the night, hearing people come into the apartment. Weird.
Called the auto repair place about tie rod ends for Ruby and the missing trim piece that broke off when T and Matticia were in heat back in October. The service advisor at the auto place isn't the best about follow-up. Okay, that was polite. HE SUCKS at follow up.
Time to check on RAM for the computer here while I wait for a fax from the title company about my closing, which takes place in TWO hours. They're just trying to make me crazy, aren't they?
Monday, December 26, 2005
Monday, Monday ver .. I don't remember
So, I did get the drdivo.com website content finished! Oh my! Mikey will put it together, and later this week, we'll push it out - sucking up all of the content on the internet. WOW. It's been a long time coming.
Watched two more episodes of Angel Season One tonight - I do really love that show. I am taking a break from heavy reading; I have started reading a collection of gay male erotic fiction that's REALLY good. It has that certain quality of disconnect and disassociation that comes with some unexpected sexual interactions. I had forgotten that I had this book.
Mikey is overwhelmed with the volume of material for the website. HAH! Just wait until he learned about the complete re-write of the business website! He'll panic. I have to have that deployed by about January 20, though.
Today was rather lazier than I had originally planned. But, it was relaxing.
Talked to two different guys about self-destructive issues today - and I can't find where I put my baseball bat. They both need a knock to the head.
Tomorrow, have a BUSY morning starting with a doctor's appointment at 9:00. Then, have to close a client's loan at 1:00 p.m., and I have to make sure that his closing documents are sent out by the second lender in time for 1:00. Urk. This holiday bullshit is irritating.
My friend Elaine called me tonight and invited me to her place for New Year's Eve! How fun! That will be pleasant and low-impact. I wonder who all is coming.
Time to consider what comes next tonight ..
Watched two more episodes of Angel Season One tonight - I do really love that show. I am taking a break from heavy reading; I have started reading a collection of gay male erotic fiction that's REALLY good. It has that certain quality of disconnect and disassociation that comes with some unexpected sexual interactions. I had forgotten that I had this book.
Mikey is overwhelmed with the volume of material for the website. HAH! Just wait until he learned about the complete re-write of the business website! He'll panic. I have to have that deployed by about January 20, though.
Today was rather lazier than I had originally planned. But, it was relaxing.
Talked to two different guys about self-destructive issues today - and I can't find where I put my baseball bat. They both need a knock to the head.
Tomorrow, have a BUSY morning starting with a doctor's appointment at 9:00. Then, have to close a client's loan at 1:00 p.m., and I have to make sure that his closing documents are sent out by the second lender in time for 1:00. Urk. This holiday bullshit is irritating.
My friend Elaine called me tonight and invited me to her place for New Year's Eve! How fun! That will be pleasant and low-impact. I wonder who all is coming.
Time to consider what comes next tonight ..
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Merry Christmanukkwanza (MCMKWz)
Nearly the end of the day - dinner at Nicole's was lovely last night. She sent me home with leftovers, which I had tonight. YUMMY! She made "decaf" last night, which seems NOT to have been decaf, as I was up until about 3:30 this morning.
We had five people come to church this morning; we didn't do church, we just made coffee, ate kolaches and gossiped about Victoria Osteen. At noon, we quickly moved the television and stereo equipment around, and it's MUCH better.
Came home around 1:30, and took a big nap. Hung out this afternoon with Fabio for a while; he's a neat guy. I've never really talked with someone from Italy before.
Watching "kindertransport" about the exodus of Jewish children from Nazi Germany during 1938 and 1989.
Nick seems to be coming back in a few days. He's been on my mind today - and yesterday. He's very happy; he seems to have had a great day today. The thing that I can't get out of my mind is him using my garden tub and wanting to talk to me while he showered.
Started writing content for the drdivo website today. I'm going to finish that project tomorrow, and see if I can get Mikey to upload the project tomorrow. I also have to write a term paper, something for a mortgage course book, and my 2006 vision poster tomorrow. Busy day.
Talked to most everyone today; except for Dad. His phone was busy every time I called. Of course, he is consumed with Mary's brood occupying their home.
It was a great weekend. Peaceful, quiet, full of "me" time. The house is relatively clean, the laundry is done, only a few more things to put away here.
Dreamt about Philip this afternoon; well, dreamt of instant messaging with him. And, my sister. Dreamt about Richard and Rick two days ago - such a strange dream. I was to attend a party with them. I showed up, but they had made other plans (without informating me.) Somehow, they had taken advantage of me financially in this process, and then John (whom I used to work for) entered the dream. And more money dishonesty or dissemblement. Strange. I woke up thinking "what the HECK was that about?"
I watch this movie, about how the Germans turned on the Jews nearly IMMEDIATELY after Hitler came to power; the Jewish children were ostracized within days of his March 1933 election as chancellor. I watch this, and I think "that could happen here in the US so easily."
I have so many projects to complete - marks to make. This week I intend to timeline those projects out, and create the component breakdowns so I can get started in an organized manner. Some of it will require assistance. Some of it will just require a great deal of organized effort.
Me and my to do list are going to be even more close than we were before.
We had five people come to church this morning; we didn't do church, we just made coffee, ate kolaches and gossiped about Victoria Osteen. At noon, we quickly moved the television and stereo equipment around, and it's MUCH better.
Came home around 1:30, and took a big nap. Hung out this afternoon with Fabio for a while; he's a neat guy. I've never really talked with someone from Italy before.
Watching "kindertransport" about the exodus of Jewish children from Nazi Germany during 1938 and 1989.
Nick seems to be coming back in a few days. He's been on my mind today - and yesterday. He's very happy; he seems to have had a great day today. The thing that I can't get out of my mind is him using my garden tub and wanting to talk to me while he showered.
Started writing content for the drdivo website today. I'm going to finish that project tomorrow, and see if I can get Mikey to upload the project tomorrow. I also have to write a term paper, something for a mortgage course book, and my 2006 vision poster tomorrow. Busy day.
Talked to most everyone today; except for Dad. His phone was busy every time I called. Of course, he is consumed with Mary's brood occupying their home.
It was a great weekend. Peaceful, quiet, full of "me" time. The house is relatively clean, the laundry is done, only a few more things to put away here.
Dreamt about Philip this afternoon; well, dreamt of instant messaging with him. And, my sister. Dreamt about Richard and Rick two days ago - such a strange dream. I was to attend a party with them. I showed up, but they had made other plans (without informating me.) Somehow, they had taken advantage of me financially in this process, and then John (whom I used to work for) entered the dream. And more money dishonesty or dissemblement. Strange. I woke up thinking "what the HECK was that about?"
I watch this movie, about how the Germans turned on the Jews nearly IMMEDIATELY after Hitler came to power; the Jewish children were ostracized within days of his March 1933 election as chancellor. I watch this, and I think "that could happen here in the US so easily."
I have so many projects to complete - marks to make. This week I intend to timeline those projects out, and create the component breakdowns so I can get started in an organized manner. Some of it will require assistance. Some of it will just require a great deal of organized effort.
Me and my to do list are going to be even more close than we were before.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
'Twas the Night Before Christmas ...
And I don't have a thing to say. I had thought to write a witty takeoff on the Christmas Story - the dogs upstairs were quiet, the bois were all kicked out and living off of someone else. But, I'm tired and it's not worth the effort.
More tomorrow.
More tomorrow.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
The last business day before Christmas
'cause tomorrow, the 23rd, I can promise NOTHING is getting done.
Mikey now asks each new communication how the bitterness factor is going. Interesting that the more I reject situations that aren't fair to me, I'm being more and more bitter.
Of course, I know he just likes needling me about being bitter. His "older, eviler, bitterer sister."
Today, if one recalls, I'm to do something "unusual." So I think that's going to be me logging off the computer, reading a book and putting up the Christmas tree. Staying away from the computer for at least six hours. Or until tomorrow.
Mikey now asks each new communication how the bitterness factor is going. Interesting that the more I reject situations that aren't fair to me, I'm being more and more bitter.
Of course, I know he just likes needling me about being bitter. His "older, eviler, bitterer sister."
Today, if one recalls, I'm to do something "unusual." So I think that's going to be me logging off the computer, reading a book and putting up the Christmas tree. Staying away from the computer for at least six hours. Or until tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Hump Day Madness
What a weird day. Everything seemed to start out okay; it went along just fine, and then ended with a bang.
At least I have business closing between now and the 10th of January. That's going to help. I was reading an email that I received today, which postulated "why DO you need investors?" Well, why do I?
I don't think that, necessarily, I do.
A day without Lisa ... is a day without having your ass kicked to a new plane.
Lunch with Kurtis, his mother has a brain tumor AND lung cancer. He's either very well adjusted to the concept, or he's even better at concealing his feelings than I've known him to be over the last 24 years, and that's pretty damned impressive. He'll be spending more and more of his time here over the next couple of weeks. It was nice to see him at least. While at lunch with him, the guy from the VW store called; the PERFECT perfect Phaeton is still available for sale. He found the one I saw online in Austin, and we talked about it. He's a nice guy, and very excited. I can hear in his voice that he knows that this is going to happen.
The next two days - two and a half days - should be VERY interesting. Most of my friends, live or memorex, will be gone. I have all that time to focus on .. well, whatever. Cleaning? I don't think that's really needed. More organizing? I have to work on my business website, and see about getting some brochures published in advance of tax season. I also need to order more business cards. Perhaps I should make a list, and check it twice. I have the possibility of outlining some more mortgage courses, I suppose. I've been putting that off, and that would be an outstanding Christmas gift to myself.
I submitted a number of writing job bids online today; I'm expecting to get hired for at least two of them for some reason. That will make January both busy and financially even happier.
My Chinese fortune cookie today at lunch with Kurtis said "do something unusual tomorrow." That would be .. Thursday. So, what? I've done enough crazy shit before to make headlines. Date a woman? Done that, but it would be quite unusual. Meditate all day? Now THAT would be unusual. Perhaps after I fax off my mortgage file updates in the morning, I could do that. All day. Hm. Journal, meditate, tap, journal, meditate, tap.
I don't know why I've been such a night owl lately. It usually goes hand in hand with the blood sugar thing. I'm just wide awake, and not tired to speak of, but during the day, I'm dragging ass, big time.
Watched another crapola movie tonight. This was with Dennis Quaid, airplane crashes in desert, stranded survivors piece together smaller plane-lette from crashed airplane. Bad acting, bad script, bad, bad, bad. Cool special effects. Wildly unbelieveable airplane crash sequence. Mikey kept telling me to cut it off.
It's December, and my air conditioner is running at 01:00 a.m. It hasn't run all day, though, I don't think. This is the time of year when the air is so stale inside that it hardly moves. I opened the windows today, which was nice.
Talked to Chuck tonight for a while; he seems to have been offered a job back in Houston doing what he does best for a downtown firm at a decent rate of pay. That's really great. He's not going to be home in time for Christmas, and it looks as if he's not going to be in time to work with me on Fabulair either.
Why should I be surprised that I'm on my own vis a vis Fabulair, huh? I have to give that line of thinking up. I've now asked TWO different friends to work on the calendar, and given them a pay rate, and asked them to track their hours - and .. drum roll, please .. NOTHING. Perhaps I'll just need to start doing THAT too.
How does anything get done in this country? I guess if you can't put the fear of withholding wages from someone, that results in a fear of being homeless, toothless and alone, they won't do a damned thing.
If I could figure out a way that someone could meet cute guys and randomly get LAID researching my calendar for me, I'm sure it would be populated out the wazoo by now.
Just stupid.
Okay, it's almost that time. I guess I'll pry the contacts out, shut down, push this content out and hit the sack.
At least I have business closing between now and the 10th of January. That's going to help. I was reading an email that I received today, which postulated "why DO you need investors?" Well, why do I?
I don't think that, necessarily, I do.
A day without Lisa ... is a day without having your ass kicked to a new plane.
Lunch with Kurtis, his mother has a brain tumor AND lung cancer. He's either very well adjusted to the concept, or he's even better at concealing his feelings than I've known him to be over the last 24 years, and that's pretty damned impressive. He'll be spending more and more of his time here over the next couple of weeks. It was nice to see him at least. While at lunch with him, the guy from the VW store called; the PERFECT perfect Phaeton is still available for sale. He found the one I saw online in Austin, and we talked about it. He's a nice guy, and very excited. I can hear in his voice that he knows that this is going to happen.
The next two days - two and a half days - should be VERY interesting. Most of my friends, live or memorex, will be gone. I have all that time to focus on .. well, whatever. Cleaning? I don't think that's really needed. More organizing? I have to work on my business website, and see about getting some brochures published in advance of tax season. I also need to order more business cards. Perhaps I should make a list, and check it twice. I have the possibility of outlining some more mortgage courses, I suppose. I've been putting that off, and that would be an outstanding Christmas gift to myself.
I submitted a number of writing job bids online today; I'm expecting to get hired for at least two of them for some reason. That will make January both busy and financially even happier.
My Chinese fortune cookie today at lunch with Kurtis said "do something unusual tomorrow." That would be .. Thursday. So, what? I've done enough crazy shit before to make headlines. Date a woman? Done that, but it would be quite unusual. Meditate all day? Now THAT would be unusual. Perhaps after I fax off my mortgage file updates in the morning, I could do that. All day. Hm. Journal, meditate, tap, journal, meditate, tap.
I don't know why I've been such a night owl lately. It usually goes hand in hand with the blood sugar thing. I'm just wide awake, and not tired to speak of, but during the day, I'm dragging ass, big time.
Watched another crapola movie tonight. This was with Dennis Quaid, airplane crashes in desert, stranded survivors piece together smaller plane-lette from crashed airplane. Bad acting, bad script, bad, bad, bad. Cool special effects. Wildly unbelieveable airplane crash sequence. Mikey kept telling me to cut it off.
It's December, and my air conditioner is running at 01:00 a.m. It hasn't run all day, though, I don't think. This is the time of year when the air is so stale inside that it hardly moves. I opened the windows today, which was nice.
Talked to Chuck tonight for a while; he seems to have been offered a job back in Houston doing what he does best for a downtown firm at a decent rate of pay. That's really great. He's not going to be home in time for Christmas, and it looks as if he's not going to be in time to work with me on Fabulair either.
Why should I be surprised that I'm on my own vis a vis Fabulair, huh? I have to give that line of thinking up. I've now asked TWO different friends to work on the calendar, and given them a pay rate, and asked them to track their hours - and .. drum roll, please .. NOTHING. Perhaps I'll just need to start doing THAT too.
How does anything get done in this country? I guess if you can't put the fear of withholding wages from someone, that results in a fear of being homeless, toothless and alone, they won't do a damned thing.
If I could figure out a way that someone could meet cute guys and randomly get LAID researching my calendar for me, I'm sure it would be populated out the wazoo by now.
Just stupid.
Okay, it's almost that time. I guess I'll pry the contacts out, shut down, push this content out and hit the sack.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Tuesday evening
Watching the movie "The Professional." Another crappy movie. Seems to be a theme this week. It's almost over, and then I'm going to watch Angel Season One, disc one. Again.
At least that's something I know I'll like.
Guy came over for divoghetti tonight. That was pleasant enough. I still have to clean the kitchen. And dust. Sometime.
I think I'll have some more nog.
Working up some special Christmas prezzies for the "boys" that were in my life during 2005. heh heh heh.
At least that's something I know I'll like.
Guy came over for divoghetti tonight. That was pleasant enough. I still have to clean the kitchen. And dust. Sometime.
I think I'll have some more nog.
Working up some special Christmas prezzies for the "boys" that were in my life during 2005. heh heh heh.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Monday late
So. The movie "Alexander." Colin Ferell's butt. Who cares? Lots of bizarre plot hither and thithers, weird stuff, lots of gore - sort of like "Troy" with Colin Ferell's butt in it. And longer. And less relevant.
Chuck is suddenly single.
The upstairs neighbors were at it again tonight while I was watching "Alexander." The whole apartment rattles.
Reading about EFT and losing weight.
Nary a peep out of the twisted sisters; they must have kissed and made up again. Ver. 615.01.
Almost time to hit the sack.
Chuck is suddenly single.
The upstairs neighbors were at it again tonight while I was watching "Alexander." The whole apartment rattles.
Reading about EFT and losing weight.
Nary a peep out of the twisted sisters; they must have kissed and made up again. Ver. 615.01.
Almost time to hit the sack.
Monday, Monday ver. 654.01
Just haven't felt much like blogging lately. Lots going on in my head. Today, I'm cleaning up around the apartment and waiting. Waiting for title commitments, underwriting responses, surveys, appraisals, whatever.
Have a few more packages to put together and mail out. I should jet over to the post office and pick up a flat rate box; maybe I'll do that later when I have dinner with Guy.
I think tonight's movie feature will be "Alexander." Two hours - ish.
Time to do some more file work and put more things in boxes. I think that my next trick will be to put up all the sheet music in some semblance of order.
Have a few more packages to put together and mail out. I should jet over to the post office and pick up a flat rate box; maybe I'll do that later when I have dinner with Guy.
I think tonight's movie feature will be "Alexander." Two hours - ish.
Time to do some more file work and put more things in boxes. I think that my next trick will be to put up all the sheet music in some semblance of order.
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