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Thursday, March 1, 2001
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1:04
a.m. We had a
morning full of sun! Brilliant, as they say in England.
It was a beautiful day to behold and I shoulda, but I
couldn't. I looked out the window instead.
Now, I unveil my new designs for March and I do wish I'd
been able to get outside and get some photos of the
fresh-washed greenery, but that will have to be another day.
Today my view was more blue.
Blue and green are the colors for this month, however.
I've noticed that I've entered into a kind of routine for
the year's themes, and I'm not that unhappy with it, so I'll
keep it. So far, January has been futurific, February has
been rosy romantic, and March has been emergent life. Seems
ok.
April will be watery, if things continue apace. May will
be flowery, June will be campy, July explosive, August
yellow golden, and so on and so forth. September will be
leafy, October ghostlike, November food-centered, and
December will be holly-bedecked. Seems about right.
So, there are certain things to depend on. I'd like to
change the food-thing in November, but it gets chilly and I
get to stewing. Anyway.
Today I've been scanning in my old, but treasured novel,
Cleaning House. I'm going to use it as the test item
for my publishing store as well as the test item for a new
piece of software for ebook presentations. Very exciting
stuff to work with and I hope ...
... well, we won't go there. I will expect the words to
hold up, even though they were written by a child, a mere
sprig of a person.
It's a much more mature, a much more critical, a much
more worldly person who's reading those words as they flow
through the scanner and onto the screen. Who knows what will
happen in another few years? Will the Internet sill be here?
Will anybody be able to read CDs? Did my publisher use
acid-free paper? I certainly hope so.
The big mistake this evening was watching Survivor
with yet another chicken meal in front of us. Crispy fried
chicken, falling off the bone. If you saw the show, you'll
know. It's yet another reason -- in addition to mad cow
disease and hoof-and-mouth disease -- to become
vegetarian.
The big clue to me ought to be the extreme reaction
situations like these create. No vegetable, no matter how
old and wilted and spotty, has ever turned my stomach the
way tonight's TV show did.
Otherwise, in spite of myself, I'm getting sucked into
this show again and this time I don't even know the outcome.
My Thursdays are belong to them, I guess.
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