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Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Invoking a Subroutine

It was a working lunch for me and the boys today, Massey with his beautifully printed orchestral score (amazing), marking away with a red pen, and B with his nerdy computer book, dog-eared and nearly incomprehensible to non-computer nerds. Although I have to admit, the table of contents sounded quite soothing when read aloud by B in his radio voice (the until control structure...the memory parentheses...). The book has a llama on the front.

It was the Personal Improvement Lunch Hour (PILH?), I guess, which is something new to me--most (read: all) of our other lunches have involved traipsing around Times Square trying to decide what to eat, scoping out a table in Bryant Park, unwrapping sandwiches, and talking shit for an hour. We also kick at pigeons (too close!) and stare at people. But today was different.

I must say, I like the idea of PILH quite a bit, but today of all days was not a good one for me to be (or even appear) disciplined. I'm not even sure what my personal improvement would have been, but that's beside the point. Last night, my sleep was interrupted by a nightmare (an injured dog, a crisis, a rescue, a green field), which then caused me to lie awake for 90 minutes, from 4 to 6:30 AM. Grrrrrrrrr. I think I watched an episode of Antiques Roadshow, a bit of Taxi, I swear I saw a little Oscar and Felix action, and I remember finally drifting off to the theme song from M*A*S*H 30 minutes before my alarm was to go off. So, today, I'm tired, headachey, unfocused, and cranky. And it has nothing to do with the two martinis I drank after work last night.

1. Orchestral scores are beautiful.
2. Computer books are weird.
3. Always know what your personal improvement project is.
4. Don't drink two martinis on a Monday.


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