Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Wednesday, November 14, 2001

Nauseastalgia

More shenanigans in the Universe, of course I'm very suspicious I've been causing them. I'm somehow at work and everyone is asking me to not really do anything and to go home, etc. My eyes sting because I couldn't find my glasses this morning, but was in a super rush to get to work before anyone else did so that I could get a lot of things accomplished.

People were, of course, extra selfish on the subway and I wasn't feeling any of it so I just got off the express and took the much slower local. So much more comfortable.

I miss linux. I think that it will become a good friend of mine again. Maybe I should look more at BSD, but I bet it's easier to learn to make stuff on Linux.

Delightful conversation this morning with Grishkina. I'm sure that it will be the highlight of my day.

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