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I don't really feel like writing, but as I haven't in such a long time...
I'll compromise and make something like a list.
Or not. I've been getting more work than I should probably take on, but I take it all on.
The danger is that it means disappointing everyone if I can't pull it off.
That's not so bad.
I'm going to have to trim back on the newspaper though because they'll work me till I bleed if they can.
Work work.
Breathing.
My ambition could be termed LACSADAISICAL or something in reference to a few, if not all of, my 28 goals.
One of them, Write for 2 hours a week about Enmicropedias, I have yet to do even once.
Do I gird up my loins and give myself another chance?
Or do I ungird my loins and just hack it off the list?
Or do I make the goal so accomplishable it becomes stupid, like Write for 2 hours a month.
Although I haven't even done that much this last month.
Maybe this inability to set about many of my goals just means that I have mainly just one or two goals that I'm going WHOLE HOG on.
ALso:
Today I taught Chinese landscape painting at Triston's school.
and I remembered that I really want to get back into international NGO photojournalism again, and that I should make some moves in that direction.
Enough! Enough! with all this architectural photography. Buildings are STIFF and DEAD. At least the dumb dead ones are.
Finally, I grease up my cleft chin, jut it out and say:
Oh you touch my TRA LA LA, my ding ding dong.
I'll compromise and make something like a list.
Or not. I've been getting more work than I should probably take on, but I take it all on.
The danger is that it means disappointing everyone if I can't pull it off.
That's not so bad.
I'm going to have to trim back on the newspaper though because they'll work me till I bleed if they can.
Work work.
Breathing.
My ambition could be termed LACSADAISICAL or something in reference to a few, if not all of, my 28 goals.
One of them, Write for 2 hours a week about Enmicropedias, I have yet to do even once.
Do I gird up my loins and give myself another chance?
Or do I ungird my loins and just hack it off the list?
Or do I make the goal so accomplishable it becomes stupid, like Write for 2 hours a month.
Although I haven't even done that much this last month.
Maybe this inability to set about many of my goals just means that I have mainly just one or two goals that I'm going WHOLE HOG on.
ALso:
Today I taught Chinese landscape painting at Triston's school.
and I remembered that I really want to get back into international NGO photojournalism again, and that I should make some moves in that direction.
Enough! Enough! with all this architectural photography. Buildings are STIFF and DEAD. At least the dumb dead ones are.
Finally, I grease up my cleft chin, jut it out and say:
Oh you touch my TRA LA LA, my ding ding dong.