rush

But not the good kind. I don't know how I end up with so little time when I have so little to do. Maybe because I don't know how to do the little I do well enough to do it in time. Does that make sense? Probably not. Anyway, I got some junk mail today from a magazine called "The Net Economy." They are offering me a free one year subscription to their magazine, (purported value $130,) because I am a professional in Network Services. Of course, I have no idea what Network Services even is (are?) Where do they get their mailing lists? Could this be evidence that there is an alternate universe, but only junk mail is able to pass between here and there?

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There is something about a blank page that conveys its nature directly to my mind. Blankness begets blankness. Wandering about the house, going for a walk, reading a newspaper, listening to music, ideas are constantly popping into my head. I sit down with a notebook or in front of the computer screen- nothing. I can't even remember what I was thinking five minutes ago. Something about the way the light was falling through the pine trees, trees and light making each other solid by their interaction, trees taking on light, light taking form of trees. Somehow, it seemed very important. Somehow, words fail to reveal the shape of the moment.