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Zero to flopped blog in just over a month. That may be a record.Calculus: Not even really started.Cinema: Tampopo was recommended to me by a friend—in a good-humored sarcastic way—because of the way I approach my cooking and ingredients. (I've been accused of being too self-critical and picky, but it's really just perfectionism combined with an apparent inability to leave a food thought unspoken.

phritshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122865093270497429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701013921732047258.post-55803729198976262902009-03-06T19:54:00.010-05:002009-03-06T20:26:00.320-05:00

Where was work when I wanted it?Okay, so I need to adjust my approach. Work still comes first, of course. But this stuff is supposed to help me maintain my sanity, not threaten it further, so I hereby resolve to no longer become frustrated when I can't do my schoolwork because of such conflicts. I'll get done what I can when I'm able to do so.P.E. Tuesday was okay; Thursday was okay. Nothing

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Snow day. Didn't even try. Turned out to be the right call. /sigh

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What good is it to run your own "school" if you can't play hooky once in a while? Eh. Not a totally wasted day, but I did pretty much decide to chill instead. That said, I obtained my drawing board and mirror, and I think I've accumulated just enough frustration that next week I'm going to be a Drawing maniac.It's helpful to remember that we don't teach reading and writing to produce only poets

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I started off a little off balance because I ran late getting to work and then got caught up reading the web. (Phillip Jose Farmer died yesterday.) The upshot was that I showed up to the gym still burping from the Chik-Fil-A chicken biscuit I wouldn't normally have been anywhere near.PE. So we have our little group on the treadmills, as expected, and suddenly I'm being expected to maintain an 11:

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Grrr.I started the day in a foul mood: We've a temporary preponderance of poopy puppies these days, and one of the permanent poodles pissed me off. The day was fairly busy as well, with an hour or two of work, kids coming for dinner, and having a meeting uptown at my youngest's school.Anyway, I worked in my Calculus book for a little while, mostly long enough to realize I'm going to have to go

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I had a voice mail waiting for me when I got into work this morning. They've cancelled—well, modified—the running class that was supposed to start Thursday. There weren't enough sign-ups, so instead of beginners, intermediate, etc. groups running outside, they're going to conduct a single group inside. They're also not charging me for the class, so I'll give it a shot, and if it doesn't work out,

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As much of a dodge as it sounds like, I probably picked the wrong day to start. Lunch with an old high school friend uptown, eldest of the kids in surgery, three extra folks in the house, at least one of two visiting unpoodles busily demolishing living room flora while everyone was at the hospital, and kids to pick up from the high school, each with a different ultimate destination. I also talked

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My work calendar has been a little light.Okay, that's a bit of an understatement. Through various decisions and their consequences, all of both well beyond my control--everything from idiot grandbosses to global economic catastrophe--I am bored as hell and I can't take it anymore. I haven't had an opportunity to do productive, useful, significant work--at work--since about August.No, it isn't as

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