2,000 Emails, Good-Bye Wednesday, 19 July 2006Posted by R Garfield in Bemused, Personal.
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Actually, that’s a low count for the number of messages in my inbox I just trashed. It was probably much closer to 3M.
That’s not spam – that’s email I wanted to get. And it all went bye-bye, completely unread. The range was enourmous – from the Virginia GOP spotlight, to MoveOn, Right to Left, Top to Bottom, family, friends, and business-related; Ruby On Rails to MySql, and coupons from bookstores (I actually use those. My prevailing vice and fast track to poverty: books).
I switched hard drives recently, and rather than transfer, installed Thurnderbird from scratch. I vowed my inbox(es) would stay lean and mean,that I would deal with it daily, blah-blah-blah. Yea, right …
I let up for a day, and it becomes more than a day’s reading. I read what’s essential, keep what looks interesting (to read later – as if!) and trash the rest … and a couple days later, at 1:35 a.m., I am trashing thousands of mails that I wanted to read, but didn’t, or that are no longer relevant.
That might be ok, except for one thing. Having trashed thousands, I am now going to read the hundreds I have left.
At least, some of them.
It’s time… Thursday, 30 March 2006Posted by R Garfield in Bemused, Personal.
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Mom faces not one, but two very invasive surgeries next week. I am very worried. I have been snapping at everyone. It's very sudden, the scheduling wasn't known in advance, so much depended on when the surgical team could be assembled. So we went very quickly from knowing nothing, to 'it'll be in a week.'
Poor Mom. If this works, it will be well worth it, but … it's scary. It's serious. So much rests in the hands of these men I've never met and know nothing about.
UPDATE: It's not time. Surgery postponed. A routine test that was expected to show nothing, revealed a tumor. More testing underway. Because of the long recovery time following the surgeries, the possibility of cancerous tumor has to dealt with first.
Progress? Thursday, 30 March 2006Posted by R Garfield in Drifting, Personal.
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The Progress Edition has been endured for another year. It is the worst thing to go through, because it drags for an eternity, with little pieces coming together and gathering mass towards the end of the deadline. At the end, there is more work to do than in all the months leading up to it – typically, it gets at its worst when trying to put the last pieces into place hours before deadline for the last two of five sections, and this year was no exception.
This year was worse because two of the last things to be put in were car ads that had to be corrected and approved. One of them was changed an hour after it was approved. The only thing that could hae made any difference would have been if I had stayed awake the entire 36 hour period of Monday and Tuesday. That was actually a consideration, but the fact of working the entire weekend, including very late into Sunday, made that more than improbable…
"The spirit is willing, but the body demands sleep" …
In college, I could have pulled off such a feat, and often did. These days, the mind sees clearly what must be done, but jerking awake in fornt of the monitor with the typing in a shambles is far from the best way to achieve the ends desired.