2003-09-23 - 6:25 p.m.
What, no update? Does he not understand our lives remain dizzyingly unfocused if he does not provide the firm and changeless core of our days, the website postings which twirl us synclastically* towards the pressurized core of meaning and understanding? Also, doesn't he realize that million-dollar keyboard thing went stale the second Amazon corrected the price? And lastly, does he not see our cringing, eye-averted awkwardness whenever he speaks in the third person?Yes, fair enough. Sorry about these things. Mea maxima culpa.
Here's a heck of a fine bit of news that no one on earth but yours truly could possibly care about but which I'll mention here only because it's in the nature of the web diarist to behave as though legions of slavering fans plead with them to supply painstakingly detailed accounts of what is really just their own essentially private and stultifyingly dull minutiae: I have the week off work next week. I've scheduled some quality loafing time in for that week. I've also got some bumming around, hanging, and lollygagging penned in as well. Or is it pencilled in? I'm not sure -- I suppose it depends on how committed I am to the activities in the agenda. Perhaps they're penned, perhaps they're pencilled, and perhaps they're even recorded using Alphabits arranged to spell suggestive phrases which are promptly erased the moment the book is closed, a favoured method of mandala-like impermanence.
In any case, I'm going to be at some Serious Loafing next week. And I'm going to try to savour it so that it doesn't become one of those blink-and-you-missed-it weeks off that plague the working world -- I'm going to try to get bored. Remember the endless agony of certain desperately boring summer days when you were a small child? Me neither. Boredom sounds great. I hear that when you're bored, you don't feel that pressing sense of eating-sawdust-and-shitting-two-by-fours busy-ness. (I can't type "business" or it won't make sense, you understand.)
I'm also going to check my work email account from home periodically, so that I can laugh and laugh. I'm going to laugh because I don't have to do the things in the emails that my team is being asked to do. I'll laugh, and laugh. Or maybe I'll go to the office and stand and point at my team, and laugh and laugh. Look at the funny workers who have to work. Laugh, laugh. Or perhaps I'll sit down and do a little work, laughing all the while because I don't have to work, laugh laugh. Maybe I'll even stay late, long after everyone has gone home, laughing and laughing until the lights are turned off and then maybe I'll laugh some more.
Or, you know, maybe I'll go out for beer with some mates. That too.
* It's in the dictionary. Vonnegut doesn't own it. I can still use it. Yes. I. Can.
