2003-08-04 00:54:58 -0700

Today I did laundry, made a list of bugs I found in an application I downloaded today, wrote an email to someone I've never met, read part of a book, played guitar, changed two light bulbs (one with the other), netsurfed, played a video game for far too long, finally disposed of a dozen or so pairs of rather ratty underwear (i.e. overworn underwear), listened to a lot of music, moved my car to avoid yet another parking ticket, and paid some bills. But not necessarily in that order.

Today I didn't find the matching sock for four socks, didn't write email to any of the n people I've been meaning to write to for ages (where n is greater than fifty), my faith in the the average human being to do the right thing didn't increase, I didn't write a single line of code, I didn't work on any of my projects, I didn't post another page of dailymes, I didn't memorize anything, I didn't talk to anyone, ad nauseated. And didn't sleep. But not necessarily in that order.

I think the [Joseph] Heller influence is still strong with me.

In the context of all that has happened in my life since I started this blog, these lists highlight the utterly random nature of what I actually do blog. Of course, if you're not me, or don't know what's been going on with me, you may not fully appreciate the significance of this. Or, for that matter, care.

Proust is moving up my reading list.

I want a search engine that can catalog and search the text of every book and magazine article that I've ever read, complete with my comments in the margins. And while we're at it, it should return the results in my handwriting. In pencil.