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as if the cruel irony of having to uproot myself from familiar surroundings and swear fealty to the overlord wasn't enough... this crap computer has, again, just devoured the fruits of my literary labours. another victim of the OSXvsOS9 wars. (insert vile invective here). MacDaddy, my ass. what a lovely day to have to waste. blue sky. warm, nourishing direct rays of sunshine. reanimated green, poking little fingers through the surface of the soil... like when you stick your toes in the water, to see if it's safe to jump in. winter losing its grip. that's cause for celebration. i'd loved to have celebrated, too... though it would be in much the same way that i've done for the past two days--with power tools, and in solitude. really, this will be the last solitary effort for a while... before the heavymetal arrives on the scene. with any luck, the weeds will lie dormant and talon-less by the time i return. damn, more gets done when i do for myself than when i'm on the clock. the motivation is certainly different. well, back to urban solitary confinement... leaving behind the camera and the laptop. the high tech crap is chafing, this week. and it's only just begun. |
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