They say Tragedy + Time = Comedy.
The laughs aren't coming yet.
Click on Dubya Gump's empty head for a link to a tragicomic Frontline video on the making of Bush's War.
The secret to my impending stardom, according to Ze Frank, is to avoid the appearance of being an internet hoor while pretending not wanting to make easy money.
Being just as dorkily random-abstract as Ze, I feel this is now my time.
Plan: get hits, accrue fame, sell shirts, then quit the day job, speak to the elites, (and perhaps also in South Africa), and fly me to the moon.
Posted by Via at 1:59 PM
My big hater screws me up all the damn time. I hate my hater. That cancels out the hate. Try it.
I'm trying Getting Things Done. To help me get, well, things done. I bought the book about 3 years ago. It's been a totem. I have carried it around, taken it on airplanes, never read more than 5 minutes at a time. That in-flight magazine is very compelling.
Getting Things Done: The Art of Stress-Free Productivity
Now I use Google Calendar and Remember the Milk. I have developed distractibility into an art form. I need systems I can trust my schedule to. Sounds boring? Yah, it is. But necessary.
In other news, I am afraid of rapping. You know, the white 'n nerdy thing. I wish I was born black. Sometimes, anyway.
O, I dunno. Another blog among the millions. This is for me only. Any passerby is welcome to comment, but this is just a scrapbook, a simple random journal, a stash of ponderings on my various wanderings.
Also it's a web presence for blogs where I leave a comment. It could be nice to have random visitors comment on my thoughts.
On Willpower and Addictions. The comments are a useful counterpoint to the post.
Posted by Via at 10:47 AM