For reasons that are never clear
dragonfort underwent a major upgrade with no pre-notification, and thus i have lost a single index page. Oh, and this post will largely be in limbo until I figure out what happened to one of my passwords... but upgrades are for betterment.
With even my minimal experience of five 8-hour days of data entry, I find it easier to contemplate how dreams are so usually crushed. It's easy to conform, once you begin. Stay focused on one thing on a time, leaving nothing extraneuos to ride home to, and one is caught in an unending pattern of quotae. Temperance becomes easier.
I have been wondering if, perhaps, I've some kind of rare mutant DNA strand: one that derives in my conscious a pure form of misanthropism. That I still yearn to crush the system that I am finally experiencing isn't, in its day-to-day practise, too evil. Misanthropy because the system is about people--and I hate the system regardless of how well it has served a mostly-peaceful homeland society.
Jumping about three-quarters across the Atlantic ocean has a good chance of helping. I am assuming that Icelanders are different than the average American, which is likely to prove a grave error; however, misguided hope is yet better than hopelessness so long as the guiding light is founded from within.
...
ideas are culminating. Combine Plan E with the Suicide Dive derived from the Common Dream, and I might have a successful story. The trick is in filling interrim elements: I have a beginning, a middle, and an end, but have not yet found a solution to bridge between the parts.
I still have some time left this summer, don't I?
With even my minimal experience of five 8-hour days of data entry, I find it easier to contemplate how dreams are so usually crushed. It's easy to conform, once you begin. Stay focused on one thing on a time, leaving nothing extraneuos to ride home to, and one is caught in an unending pattern of quotae. Temperance becomes easier.
I have been wondering if, perhaps, I've some kind of rare mutant DNA strand: one that derives in my conscious a pure form of misanthropism. That I still yearn to crush the system that I am finally experiencing isn't, in its day-to-day practise, too evil. Misanthropy because the system is about people--and I hate the system regardless of how well it has served a mostly-peaceful homeland society.
Jumping about three-quarters across the Atlantic ocean has a good chance of helping. I am assuming that Icelanders are different than the average American, which is likely to prove a grave error; however, misguided hope is yet better than hopelessness so long as the guiding light is founded from within.
...
ideas are culminating. Combine Plan E with the Suicide Dive derived from the Common Dream, and I might have a successful story. The trick is in filling interrim elements: I have a beginning, a middle, and an end, but have not yet found a solution to bridge between the parts.
I still have some time left this summer, don't I?
posted by SJ at 5/26/2005 10:58:00 PM
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