"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
Tried to say.

Night one of Pumpcon was exceedingly cool. I am still mildly buzzed off gin and tonics. There was much amusement and enjoyment by all.

I feel relatively certain that Hinder has had a good time thus far, and will continue to have a good time. The hardcopy of ATC he had went over very well, unsurprisingly.

The question now is whether or not we'll make the talks tomorrow afternoon. Hmmm.

I amused Nancy for a good twenty minutes by going off on some random writing-related tangent when she called.

My eyes feel like I smoked a pack of cigarettes, which I did.

Alex, who last year was going for a kind of literary Bohemian thing, has since spending two months at Rutgers turned into Mark from Blink 182, was also very amusing. I love that kid.

It's currently pissing outside, and I'm listening to selected tracks of Kid A. The same ones I used to drive around Phoenix listening to, on the rare occasions when it would rain.

Life, at the moment, is good; I can only hope that it continues on this path.

October 30, 2004 3:39 AM