Point Form
- I just copied out two pages of poetry by hand, and now my middle-finger tendon hurts all the way to the elbow, and the palm and heel of the hand burns. Sucks. Wonder where I put my carpel brace this time?
- I can't play Rachmaninof any more (I have an octave + one reach - Sergei's reach was an octave + two), because after 20 minutes at the piano the fingers of both hands seize up. The one part of my arthritis which is unforgivable.
- I keep forgetting to borrow my Mum's CD of Renaissance recorder music.
- I need more Beethoven.
- we sold our first game, and have half the automated registration process in place, half the new website constructed, and half the business paperwork finished.
- anonymous comments which are sharp and hurtful are cowardice, plain and simple, and yeah, I'll sign my username to that.
- the irony is that we're all anonymous here. I can count on my hands the people on my friends list who know my real name. Who know the names of my children. Who would recognize Vilmos if he was walking down the street, and who would know his real name. Anonymity is the beauty and the bane of the internet.
- my parents listened endlessly to Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan. I listen endlessly to Leonard Cohen and Jakob Dylan (of the Wallflowers). I would like to name a child Jakob, but I don't think Vil would go for that...
- my throat hurts. A lot. I hope it's just allergies - it feels like a cold.
- I need to go turn the laundry over, and make a shopping list, and it's too hot to move. Yes I know it's late to be doing either of those things, but I need to all the same.
- I should really just go to bed.
- I can't play Rachmaninof any more (I have an octave + one reach - Sergei's reach was an octave + two), because after 20 minutes at the piano the fingers of both hands seize up. The one part of my arthritis which is unforgivable.
- I keep forgetting to borrow my Mum's CD of Renaissance recorder music.
- I need more Beethoven.
- we sold our first game, and have half the automated registration process in place, half the new website constructed, and half the business paperwork finished.
- anonymous comments which are sharp and hurtful are cowardice, plain and simple, and yeah, I'll sign my username to that.
- the irony is that we're all anonymous here. I can count on my hands the people on my friends list who know my real name. Who know the names of my children. Who would recognize Vilmos if he was walking down the street, and who would know his real name. Anonymity is the beauty and the bane of the internet.
- my parents listened endlessly to Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan. I listen endlessly to Leonard Cohen and Jakob Dylan (of the Wallflowers). I would like to name a child Jakob, but I don't think Vil would go for that...
- my throat hurts. A lot. I hope it's just allergies - it feels like a cold.
- I need to go turn the laundry over, and make a shopping list, and it's too hot to move. Yes I know it's late to be doing either of those things, but I need to all the same.
- I should really just go to bed.