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mlerulesThe busiest month. Last year and this I appear to have plans for the following October as of the previous Oct or Nov. Some part of me is pleased to know where I'm gonna be and what I'm gonna be doing This Time Next Year (sorta like T-giving, where I, along with millions of others, will feast on turkey, potatoes & gravy, &c.). Must get the 2006 PaperPalm. Have found it - the exact one I want's not available everywhere - at the Trojan Bookstore for the past half-dozen years, so must make a pilgrimage soon. This way I can record next year's Buccaneer Days in Two Harbors on Catalina - 1st w'end in October. Another part wants to make sure that my social life doesn't become my job. Not a big concern, just something that pops into mind now and again...and I've come to learn to heed such bubbles that explode into consciousness. Am I then FINALLY coming to trust and recognize my instincts? It's taken bleeding long enough to get to this point! [I am an E ticket ride. You have been warned.] The annoying this is that it took far longer to get to the recognize point then it did to get to the trust. I knew I could figure things out if I could figure out which they were: where to focus my energies. I'm pretty good at knowing where to trust. Will get burned again. Know this is so. Still will try (and love) again. Thought started out far more generic but got lurv-related 'cause of the Eagles' tune that welled up...and like I said, I gotta pay attention to the bubbles. [Perhaps the slowest moving ride, but fun if your nerves can stand it...too slow can be as frustrating as too fast.] Ooh, didn't mean ANYthing along gutter-mind lines. Really truly. Madly.
Yes, we're all mad here. Which segues nicely into the speech I'd written in my head recently. Is posting in LJ sorta like public speaking for those w/a fear/dislike of public speaking? Point (getting lost in the ether): wondering whether I'm likely to change my habits and/or style b'c of the new audience. Would really rather not...let those turn the other cheek who can't handle it. I cut (often) so it's short and up to you to clicky-clicky and decide whether 'tis also sweet or savoury...or both. My tolerance level for clutter - both physical around my place & car and in my mind - runs fairly high, which is good, 'cause that's what it's all about. Bursts of cleaning (like bubbles, sigh...retch) hit today: Windex and dishes and recycling: what gives? Oh, yeah, I'm back from being away so it's only well and good I pretend I'm home again and not about to take off again. Not sure how it's gonna work, 'cause I'll need cat-sitterage, or mebbe will let the landlady visit & feed 'em, but I'm not sure yet what to do over the holidaze. Hmm. Train of thought just set off alarm bells. Gotta...what exactly? Wait, I know what: keep the reins myself, don't hand 'em off. Schedule-wise: it'll all work out. Not to worry, just to deal with. Hmm. Am I Social Beast with a ravenous appetite? I need time alone, too...and time is my biggest luxury. I'm up to my elbows in Time. What do I do?
Is motive the only/main difference between being a Siren and a Muse? No, there's far more. I aMuse myself and others. That's what I do. Catalyze. Trigger. Inspire. Not always, not for everyone, but for some, for a select few (self-selected mostly). Amusing myself greatly along the way of course. I live. That's all.
Yes, we're all mad here. Which segues nicely into the speech I'd written in my head recently. Is posting in LJ sorta like public speaking for those w/a fear/dislike of public speaking? Point (getting lost in the ether): wondering whether I'm likely to change my habits and/or style b'c of the new audience. Would really rather not...let those turn the other cheek who can't handle it. I cut (often) so it's short and up to you to clicky-clicky and decide whether 'tis also sweet or savoury...or both. My tolerance level for clutter - both physical around my place & car and in my mind - runs fairly high, which is good, 'cause that's what it's all about. Bursts of cleaning (like bubbles, sigh...retch) hit today: Windex and dishes and recycling: what gives? Oh, yeah, I'm back from being away so it's only well and good I pretend I'm home again and not about to take off again. Not sure how it's gonna work, 'cause I'll need cat-sitterage, or mebbe will let the landlady visit & feed 'em, but I'm not sure yet what to do over the holidaze. Hmm. Train of thought just set off alarm bells. Gotta...what exactly? Wait, I know what: keep the reins myself, don't hand 'em off. Schedule-wise: it'll all work out. Not to worry, just to deal with. Hmm. Am I Social Beast with a ravenous appetite? I need time alone, too...and time is my biggest luxury. I'm up to my elbows in Time. What do I do?
Is motive the only/main difference between being a Siren and a Muse? No, there's far more. I aMuse myself and others. That's what I do. Catalyze. Trigger. Inspire. Not always, not for everyone, but for some, for a select few (self-selected mostly). Amusing myself greatly along the way of course. I live. That's all.
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Re: The Paper Palm
Date: 2005-11-29 12:21 am (UTC)--J
Thx!
Date: 2005-11-29 12:47 am (UTC)7. Matrix? Bwahahahaha! The blue pill! The blue pill!
Ahem, yes. The Matrix template serves a number of purposes that aren't immediately evident to the hard-core sci-fi fan. Some examples: diet log, exercise/fitness log, text/assignment grades, homebrew tracker, number of cars passing in front of your house (by colour, of course), etc.. It's like Notes, but for tabular data.