Hey there kideroos:
I seem to be sleeping later. I guess I am starting to become accustomed to the time zone. My mind is already racing about all the things that ought to get done. It probably doesn't help that I stay up later than I should. See, my thoughts are jumping over each other as well. The fourth sentence relates to the second, yet follows the third. This is why people have editors. But here it matters less. What's important is the communication. Well, now I'm just bullshitting.
Clarity, readability, impact (it took me a minute to find that word; punch was the one that originally occurred to me; and I'm still not sure if it would have been better) are of paramount importance.
I suppose there is a reason so many books have been written about writing. I thought maybe I should write one myself. Ah, and now I got distracted by the loupe and the change on my desk, and last night it was by the harmonicas. I succeeded in taking apart the Special 20, but the Blues Harps all use the older style screws that have the heads that you can barely see the slits in the top of. There is a box of precision screw drivers here, but I have had no luck moving even one screw, and there are four to a cover (I just pulled out a harmonica again), (and again), and they most of them have like one reed in the middle that doesn't quite want to.
As my mind is wandering at the moment - hiring a VA, yes or no, leaning to yes, which; shovelling the driveway, do I have to before synagogue, in an hour, then I ought to, it snowed, but mostly missed us; assisting at an introduction today, yeah!, should I read the study guide, no time, what do I need to shift to be effective, how do I transform being depressed, listened to Jordan yesterday, he likes writing, and doing; thinking about if I should really try to place all this in one dashetical (my word for a parenthetical using dashes, there must be a word for it other than this silliness; perhaps explanatory phrase, non-restrictive clause set off by dashes, not that important), and should it be n- or m-dashes - I'm wondering if they wouldn't have labelled me with ADD if they'd had such a thing when I was a kid. But I don't think they would have gone there since I was always quite suppressed.
It's funny (do you notice how often that can be said with no apparent conviction of the comedy of a thing, now I want to look up funny; it takes something to stay on a page, even with nothing else open; I want to buy a book as a gift; I want to check the message that just buzzed in. Maybe it's your mom, maybe it's today's introduction leader, it's amazing I can remember the original thought), or it's commentable anyway, the choice of words with the box of screw drivers. I wanted to say Saba has instead of there is above. It has me think of the nature of death.
Is he still with us, or are there just shadows of his existence hanging around?
Do you ever get the sense that you are just looking out of a body, connected somehow, but not really?
I think he chose death in the end. I'm pretty sure it wasn't his broken heart, but that he was heart-broken with it. And I wonder about the things in which he took joy. He couldn't move anymore. He didn't want to invest anymore, at least not for the longer term. He was just putting his cash in bonds and treasury bills and noting that he couldn't take the long-term view anymore.
And the short term, for him I'd guess, looked bleak. Going downstairs was difficult, and he rowed two weeks before he died, at the same speed he rowed a month before. He made it to the beach once this summer, I think. He had mentioned he would have liked to see the old neighborhood again, but wasn't up to it when I suggested the excursion.
The train I took home from the airport passed through there (Jackson Heights). I never realized how close it was to the city (three stops to midtown).
And that's funny too. I know we lived in the city with it's million things to do, and I'm sure millions of jobs available, and I wonder why I couldn't suit myself to one.
And last Tuesday, I was in a building here in Stamford to drop off some donuts to a lawyer, and there were a bunch of property management companies in the building, and the World Wrestling Enterprise, and I thought I could walk into any one of these offices and figure out something to offer.
I've driven through the Tzippori industrial park, and the one by Tiberias, and I just don't see the same possibility there. I don't get it.
There's a building downtown I want to buy. That also lights me up with possibilities, anything from a quick flip, to lawyers offices, to just renting out the upstairs to pay for my foothold. Maybe I'll write more about it tomorrow.
Anyway, I've been at this an hour, and just told mom about four minutes ago I'd be up in a minute, so I'll post this and come again tomorrow.
I invite you all to do the same. Manu, I bought you some domain names. We can tack one to a blog and get you up and running in no time.