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I just told our lawyer that it was OK to compare his current situation of keeping multiple clients happy to that of a zookeeper during feeding time, so long as we got to be the monkeys.
An unfortunate miscommunication took place tonight. Actually it may have been the end of a misperception that had been hanging around since December, and which I didn't know about until someone happened to make a stinging reference to it in a social setting. It's paved over now, but I drum my fingers that it happened at all.
Look here: in any "delicate" situation, from matters to romance to complaining about the messy sink, dropping hints rarely works with me. It is a personal flaw, perhaps partially caused by an erroneous assumption that you talk like I do, and therefore sometimes utter nonsense because you felt like saying it for fun's sake.
Sometimes, when it seems that an utterance didn't sink in (often cued by me chuckling, saying "whee!", ignoring you, etc.) you have to say "No, jmac, seriously." It's only a little extra effort and it means so much to me, my friends. You might make me alarmed in the short term but I'll probably end up liking you more for helping me improve.
This here is about the neediest I ever get, interpersonally.
I have been thinking about the Singularity recently. I hunger to learn more about it; I have run into a lot of ideas, or at least pointers to ideas, and a lot sound amazing and an equal amount smell like finest-kind baloney to me. I want to absorb a survey of the current thinking and need to read a good non-fiction book about it. I have at least one in mind. (It reminds me of my recent interest in Peak Oil, and it's curious how many similarities I can draw between the two phenomena...)
Meh meh meh stuff deleted. I have a lot of disconnected thoughts here, many of which, yes, come spookily close to something that resembles religious conviction. Someday soon I will be moved to comb them into an essay. Maybe after I get some of that reading in.
An unfortunate miscommunication took place tonight. Actually it may have been the end of a misperception that had been hanging around since December, and which I didn't know about until someone happened to make a stinging reference to it in a social setting. It's paved over now, but I drum my fingers that it happened at all.
Look here: in any "delicate" situation, from matters to romance to complaining about the messy sink, dropping hints rarely works with me. It is a personal flaw, perhaps partially caused by an erroneous assumption that you talk like I do, and therefore sometimes utter nonsense because you felt like saying it for fun's sake.
Sometimes, when it seems that an utterance didn't sink in (often cued by me chuckling, saying "whee!", ignoring you, etc.) you have to say "No, jmac, seriously." It's only a little extra effort and it means so much to me, my friends. You might make me alarmed in the short term but I'll probably end up liking you more for helping me improve.
This here is about the neediest I ever get, interpersonally.
I have been thinking about the Singularity recently. I hunger to learn more about it; I have run into a lot of ideas, or at least pointers to ideas, and a lot sound amazing and an equal amount smell like finest-kind baloney to me. I want to absorb a survey of the current thinking and need to read a good non-fiction book about it. I have at least one in mind. (It reminds me of my recent interest in Peak Oil, and it's curious how many similarities I can draw between the two phenomena...)
Meh meh meh stuff deleted. I have a lot of disconnected thoughts here, many of which, yes, come spookily close to something that resembles religious conviction. Someday soon I will be moved to comb them into an essay. Maybe after I get some of that reading in.