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plumtreeblossomI’m a giant tangle of nerves today. One limitation of mine that I'm learning to accept is that I do not multi-task well. I'm better if left alone to zoom in completely on one action until completed, then move on to the next. That hasn't been possible this week, so nothing is done. Nothing. Have you ever seen a cat dig its claws into the screen door and hang there yowling until it's let in or out? That's me.
This time tomorrow, however, I will be in-flight to California and the Mojave Desert. For once I'm actually looking forward to the 6-hour flight, because it affords a fat stretch of uninterrupted time for writing a very important piece that's been shunted to the back burner all week, and I'll have no phone or e-mail pulling my energies in opposing directions. I've also never tried in-flight meditation, which might be cool providing there's no child behind me kicking my seat. Which reminds me -- buy earplugs today.
The brilliant Anthony Bourdain wrote in A Cook’s Tour that airlines should be required to issue rubber chew toys to smokers during the last hour of a flight. For some reason the no-smoking rule doesn't bother me and I don't really miss the nicotine much, but I'd sure love that rubber chew toy right about NOW.
This post was just interrupted by a phone interview with MIT, conducted in secret in a storage library at my temp position downtown. See? There's the multi-tasking that turns me into an electric eel of nerves. Hope I did well. I can't stand wearing this poisonous corporate costume. I want back into the jeans-n-turtleneck university system.
Theatre@First meeting tonight, and then I somehow have to pack and get everything ready so I can be in a cab to the airport at 6:00 AM tomorrow morning. I can't believe I'll be in the Mojave desert. Because of the time zone difference I'll have all afternoon to nap in the motel until J gets out of work, then off we go. I'm starting to feel calmer just daydreaming about the rocks and sky.
Gimme some lovin'...
This time tomorrow, however, I will be in-flight to California and the Mojave Desert. For once I'm actually looking forward to the 6-hour flight, because it affords a fat stretch of uninterrupted time for writing a very important piece that's been shunted to the back burner all week, and I'll have no phone or e-mail pulling my energies in opposing directions. I've also never tried in-flight meditation, which might be cool providing there's no child behind me kicking my seat. Which reminds me -- buy earplugs today.
The brilliant Anthony Bourdain wrote in A Cook’s Tour that airlines should be required to issue rubber chew toys to smokers during the last hour of a flight. For some reason the no-smoking rule doesn't bother me and I don't really miss the nicotine much, but I'd sure love that rubber chew toy right about NOW.
This post was just interrupted by a phone interview with MIT, conducted in secret in a storage library at my temp position downtown. See? There's the multi-tasking that turns me into an electric eel of nerves. Hope I did well. I can't stand wearing this poisonous corporate costume. I want back into the jeans-n-turtleneck university system.
Theatre@First meeting tonight, and then I somehow have to pack and get everything ready so I can be in a cab to the airport at 6:00 AM tomorrow morning. I can't believe I'll be in the Mojave desert. Because of the time zone difference I'll have all afternoon to nap in the motel until J gets out of work, then off we go. I'm starting to feel calmer just daydreaming about the rocks and sky.
Gimme some lovin'...
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Date: 2004-05-13 09:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-13 10:10 am (UTC)Same here... same here...