One of the many differences between my current going to school and my previous going to school I (I am a grad school junkie) is that my previous degree was mostly completed on bus rides. I read all the books while keeping slight track of the many twists and turns of the route. I wrote many assignments while sitting in metal boxes of different shapes, sizes, and speeds. It's creepy to think about.
However, this time around, the bus isn't helping so much. I can barely fit my cello on board, let alone set up and run through some random bit of Prokofiev over and over again for an hour. So. I'm bringing my wee little laptop along to help fill those various hours zooming along the face of the planet. The problem is that my wee little laptop is so cute that any female who sits in a bus-seat radius squeals and asks about it. This wee little laptop is better than using a puppy to pick up chicks. Alas, when I'm pre-coffee, squealing women are a bit grating.
So. Each birthday I try and make some sort of goal for the year. A few years ago, I went to an average of one concert per week. 52 concerts in a year. Last I did...something. I like to think I'd had “complain bitterly once a week” as my goal. That way I can feel accomplished. This year, I plan on writing a bit each day. My little rants (a.k.a. Bloggity-blogs) are how I blow out the stagnant water from my hose of writing. And with that image, I think it's coffee time.
An Erinku:
yes, I know
it's cute
yes, I know
it's Linux
(everyone squeals)
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