I suppose I understand the preoccupation with occupations. The whole "what do you do" theory of self-identity. But to dream of an occupation makes no sense. You want to do something, you do it. You succeed or you fail. But to spend years in an occupation one tolerates while pining for another makes no sense. Forced misery ( Read more... )

Quite possibly the oddest gift given to me was a 2-gallon barrel of cheap wine. At first I wasn't sure what to make of it, but decided to store it for a while, hoping that age would improve it. Maybe I should try it tonight...

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