* i’m bathing, sinking, drowning in ultraviolet rays. it’s fun, in a way, and it burns. the noisy vent simulates sahara. it all feels like a stroll on mars surface.
* the one and only learned lesson for the week: things should flow, or flow back, towards their shoggoth. this is rather simple, and yet defies hundreds of pages in time management handbooks, and hip geeky this and thats around getting things done and to do lists and color labelled moleskines. go with the flow. hug the tao until it hugs you back.
* i’m changing some rules around here, rules as in game. nothing of what i do is that important and so, no, i’m not writing a post about it, nor am i trying to sparkle a metadiscussion all over the wankosphere. i’m just adapting to point two above. nothingness will get hurled back into the void.
* i’ve changed my cell phone number. if you didn’t get the txt with the new one, drop me a line via mail, or im if you can catch me there.
* and this is not all, but time ain’t enough, and even today, there’s only space to run.
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This entry was posted by Paolo Ippoliti on Friday, February 23rd, 2007, at 11:24 am, and was filed in Hold That Thought.
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