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Jul. 1st, 2004 12:55 amThe freezer is full of ice cream and the little girls are happy. Ice cream is good :).
Jul. 1st, 2004
The morning spam
Jul. 1st, 2004 12:08 pmGot this is my inbox this morning. You know, if you're going to pretend to be a well-known internet company in order to steal money from people, you should at least have someone check your grammar... Geez...
Dear valued eBay member:
It has come to our attention that your eBay billing informations are
out of order. If you could please take 5-10 minutes out of your
online experience and update your personal records you will not run
into any future problems with the online service. However, failure
to update your records will result in account suspension. Please
update your records by July 20th.
Dear valued eBay member:
It has come to our attention that your eBay billing informations are
out of order. If you could please take 5-10 minutes out of your
online experience and update your personal records you will not run
into any future problems with the online service. However, failure
to update your records will result in account suspension. Please
update your records by July 20th.
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Jul. 1st, 2004 08:21 pmThe weather is warm, Dan is planning to take the girls to drum circle a bit later.
Me, I gave up drumming, at least for the time being. I used to like it. I liked it because it was something I could do that let me hit that bordering-on-alpha thing, something totally right-brained. (I tend to be fairly rational in my thinking, so anything that takes me away from that once in a while is nice.) I sucked at it, without a doubt, but could kind of follow what folks were doing enough not to clash horribly. Then someone introduced the concept of using patterns, reading the rhythm from sheets of paper. And now I can't do it anymore. It's not a huge thing--I just liked to drum on occasion, I wasn't passionate about it--but, well, it's just no longer something I can do with no reference to the left side of the brain, and that means it is no longer something I want to do. If I can ever get rid of the tendency to pay conscious attention to what I am doing, maybe I will take it up again.
Me, I gave up drumming, at least for the time being. I used to like it. I liked it because it was something I could do that let me hit that bordering-on-alpha thing, something totally right-brained. (I tend to be fairly rational in my thinking, so anything that takes me away from that once in a while is nice.) I sucked at it, without a doubt, but could kind of follow what folks were doing enough not to clash horribly. Then someone introduced the concept of using patterns, reading the rhythm from sheets of paper. And now I can't do it anymore. It's not a huge thing--I just liked to drum on occasion, I wasn't passionate about it--but, well, it's just no longer something I can do with no reference to the left side of the brain, and that means it is no longer something I want to do. If I can ever get rid of the tendency to pay conscious attention to what I am doing, maybe I will take it up again.
