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contours provocations
journal - 2003-0413 - 2000 A Couple of Uneventful Days Last week left me feeling frazzled, so the weekend was a relief. Even though I did work part of Saturday, it was not bothersome. For one reason, there was no one around to ask me to put something on the web site. I've figured out that web projects do not progress in an arithmetic fashion. The amount of effort expended at two discrete points is not always the same. In most cases, the conceptualization, design and implementation are the most difficult part of the process. I've also learned not to get too excited about these first steps. Users come to a web sites looking for content. Design is not a great concern, unless it is egregiously terrible. Not one user has ever written in complaining about the design. The usual gripes are that the user can't find something. 99% of the time, it's there, they just have not looked in the right place. After work Saturday, I dashed home to take a couple loads of wash to the laundry. I loaded the machines, poured in liquid detergent (which I always manage to get on what I'm wearing), dropped in the quarters and slipped out the door. I'd decided I wanted something different for din din, so I went to a nearby deli and ordered an oyster poboy, ice tea and a brownie. Everything was terrific. I sat at a small table and read bits and pieces from the latest "Wired." When I finished, I circled back to the laundry and discovered I was the only one there. Which I found a tad unnerving. I immediately thought of the fact that the laundry had been robbed a few years ago. But then of course, so had the deli, bank, pharmacy, service station, motel, liquor store, convenience store, hotel, etc. Just about anything in site had suffered a similiar fate. Fortunately no bandit appeared at the door with a revolver. But I definitely felt spooked. My social calendar for last night was blank as blank can be. No parties. No dinners. No clubbing. No orgies. No sex parties. I remember watching "Murder by Numbers" on HBO. And I found it interesting. An updated version of the Leopold and Loeb murder. Two intelligent, arrogant teens murder a woman at random. And then play a cat-and-mouse game with the cops. Eventually, they're caught. But I wondered if there have been cases in which the perps were never caught. Of course, we'd never know it either. Today I woke up with a headache that has bothered me all day. It does seem slightly better this evening. I'm certain it is pollen-related. A friend showed up unannounced, although I thought he might, around 1. I grabbed him and we drove off to the Japanese restaurant. Which surprisingly had only a few customers. Another terrific meal. He wanted to stop at a nursery on the way back. I was not sure if it was to look at the plants or to oggle the young workers. We wandered up and down the rows, and strolled the cross paths, but he couldn't find anything he wanted. When we got back home, I decided a nice nap might ease my troubled head. Napped I did and woke feeling marginaly better. PAX!
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