"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
Wednesday.

Today was a relatively stupid, but somewhat productive day.

Got silc running and mostly configured for work. Got crowley (the new mirrorshades box) installed at Closed Networks. Walking around South St. and Headhouse Square in particular, the realization that yes, spring is here, and it has come bearing gifts of bare midrifts, tanktops, and tight shorts. Thank you, Spring.

Stopped at 30th St. Station and picked up some awful doomtacos, then sat in my cube, sweating, and getting more random work done and trying to remember how to configure silcd properly.

The office was too freaking hot to actually do work that required thought, however, and I was starting to lose my temper, so I skipped out around 1630. Stopped at Borders and picked up the new Murakami, Bester's The Demolished Man, and Richard K. Morgan's new (likely) brainless "cybertechnonoirthriller", which is evidently not another Takeshi Kovacs novel, Market Forces.

...Hell. I just realized the day isn't half over yet. Back to work!

April 6, 2005 5:25 PM