March 20th, 2002


on planning days

I hate to admit it, but Heather was right about all her painstaking "daily goals" things. I've been so fucking spinning my wheels at work and at home, and it's because there is just so much to do, and so much I've put off, and some stuff is so late now that I am just dreading even starting any of it.

I may be setting myself up for failure here, but I am going to resolve to do some things tomorrow, just to start out. One of the tricks in Heather's little book was to make all tasks be roughly equal. So instead of "figure out how to test the VM1 box" I have to say something like, hm... "decide on where to put VM1 box in network so it can be tested incrementally instead of all at once." That's probably a half-hour task or so. My downfall is I know I will get that done and then will just want to proceed on instead of doing other more important things.

So okay, just for you guys, here is what I am going to do tomorrow. I'll report honestly and you should all feel free to berate me if I fail. (I'm needing some support here.)

  • 6:30 test time
  • Make those four personal calls and one personal fax
  • Write job descriptions for my four employees
  • Figure out how to test VM1 in parallel and make fiber connections in Node 1 for it.
  • Establish basic connectivity for VM1 box.
  • Gather all income tax info in one place.
  • Do a 15% fishtank waterchange.

Damn, that's a long list. But I was tempted to make it even longer. That's my fucking problem. This list is daunting enough as it is and I wanted to add to it.

Okay, seven things. Come on, Charley, this is not that fucking hard.

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morning amusement

Not sure where this came from. It's rare that I find anything about the Taliban, or terrorism, or what's going on in the Middle East amusing, but this made me smile.

French Intellectuals Will Be Parachuted Into Afghanistan to Convince Taliban of Non-Existence of God

The clean-up portion of the ground war in Afghanistan heated up yesterday when the Allies revealed plans to airdrop a platoon of crack French existentialist philosophers into the country to destroy the morale of the remaining Taliban zealots by proving the non-existence of God.

Elements from the feared Jean-Paul Sartre Brigade, or 'Black Berets', will be parachuted into the combat zones to spread doubt, despondency and existential anomie among the enemy. Hardened by numerous intellectual battles fought during their long occupation of Paris's Left Bank, their first action will be to establish a number of sidewalk cafes at strategic points near the front lines.

There they will drink coffee and talk animatedly about the absurd nature of life and man's lonely isolation in the universe. They will be accompanied by a number of heartbreakingly beautiful girlfriends who will further spread dismay by sticking their tongues in the philosophers' ears every five minutes and looking remote and unattainable to everyone else.

Their leader, Colonel Marc-Ange Belmondo, spoke yesterday of his confidence in the success of their mission. Sorbonne graduate Belmondo, a very intense and unshaven young man in a black pullover, gesticulated wildly and said, "The Taliban are caught in a logical fallacy of the most ridiculous. There is no God and I can prove it. Take your tongue out of my ear, Juliette, I am talking."

Marc-Ange plans to deliver an impassioned thesis on man's nauseating freedom of action with special reference to the work of Foucault and the films of Alfred Hitchcock. However, humanitarian agencies have been quick to condemn the operation as inhumane, pointing out that the effects of passive smoking from the Frenchmens' endless Gitanes could wreak a terrible toll on civilians in the area.

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