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(left bird):: Thursday, March 1, 2001 :: (right bird)

 

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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