July 4th, 2007


"We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now"

Is the weather making the Internet punk out?  'Cause I'm a little sad that I'm so close to being done with putting all my recs into del.icio.us (785 thus far -- you thought I was kidding about 900?) and can't finish.  [Though the smell of rain on pavement makes me so happy.]  Of course, it's only title line and preliminary tagging.  Complete tagging will probably take exponentially longer.  I think I've spent ~16 hours on this.  (I literally haven't set foot outside today, though I am showered and dressed and have taken breaks for food and toilet.)  I said last night that it was better than drugs, and I wouldn't actually know since I'm enough of a control freak to have no desire to try mind-altering substances beyond stuff like over-the-counter painkillers (yeah. I know, alcohol, but that makes me tired and dizzy if I have a lot of it, so I really don't even have much of that), but I was struck by how much I just got into the groove of it and would just work on for long periods of time straight-through -- as opposed to how I've been unable to focus on any task recently, including plenty of stuff I legitimately wanna be working on (e.g. church writeups).

I guess it's probably just as well since I do actually have to get up tomorrow morning to go to work.  It has been suggested that I should just take the whole week off since the network is unlikely to actually be back as scheduled (though I just checked, and Intranet at least is back) but I do have work I can get done without the network, so since the network is scheduled to be back I would feel guilty (I do not have guilt about my two days off earlier this week, though).

MaryAlice is taking the week off, so I'll be spared excessive rantings about the Libby thing.  Trelawney's traveling, but if Sue's at small group tomorrow night I'm sure I'll hear about it.  I really should read up on it [as usual, my instinct is to be contrary and start with reading places like InstaPundit rather than the flist], though that won't happen if I don't have 'Net tomorrow.

In unrelated news, while intellectually I'm aware that anything I post here unlocked could feasibly be read by anyone with an Internet connection, I'm still jarred when worlds collide sometimes.  Someone I spoke with briefly on a Red Line e-mailed me Thomas Friedman's "The Whole World Is Watching" NYT Op-Ed (June 27, 2007).  I should of course be concerned in terms of my job, but it mostly gets me thinking about how someone would perceive me based solely on this space in contrast to how I perceive myself.  I find myself laughing a little when people call this a "blog," because to me that implies so much more actual thematic content of relevance, whereas my LJ is some amalgam of personal anecdotes, fannish reactions, and less thoughtful commentary than I would like.

(P.S. Ms. Lewis, thank you so much for your kind e-mail.  It really brightened my day, and I'll write back at more length when I have a chance.)