"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
The way everyone else gets around.

Just got home from work. Walked to and from the respective stations, what has been oft referred to as angry white boy music deafening me.

Tired, hungry and more than a little sweaty now.

Felt good to just walk, though.

Debating on food, reading, or maybe staring at my notebook until I fall asleep. The latter is becoming a habit.

September 27, 2004 9:52 PM