worth a thousand words

seriously, that rocks...

I didn't realize that Flickr would allow me to upload images to my free DL account. HTML is HTML.

I just posted five images to my knitting blog.

Now, I, either,:
a.) am never going to get any work work done.

or

b.) have no excuse for blogging out the wah-zoo.

Why did I have the gold membership account? Do I need 2 DL, 2 Bloggers (well, one's a DOA NaNoWriMo and the other an illustration for a work project) and that thar' LiveJournal? Me thinks it's time to get it all together in one place... futz with HTML templates... grow up.

7:12 p.m. 2005-02-15

not a pretty picture

testing Flickr (go ahead, it's safe.) no need to click... can you see it here?

6:04 p.m. 2005-02-15

when inspirations causes frustration

just was sittin', thinkin' on the toilet here at work after reading hundreds of posts in my bloglines feeds. design*sponge assaulted me with too many good things. I loved it, but feared that I am on the path of becoming a spectator in life. a consumer of artsy-fartsy stuff and adding nothing to the cultural dialogue.

on one hand, that's OK. so long as I am happy, engaged and not doing harm, why not? no one said I had to be famous. it just creates an unrealistic expectation and means to hate myself. I am a dabbler. so what if I never write that novel, learn to play bass or launch that business (and write the subsequent books)?

on the other hand, the one I prefer, I could consume ideas moderately, create on my own timeline, and be proud of what I get done, but, more importantly, what I'm doing. that's hard stuff.

5:33 p.m. 2005-02-15

m-word

Those Bangles had it wrong. My Monday's are rarely "manic." More often than not, they're just muddling-through. Mundane would be an improvement.

It's not that I dislike my work—great company, great perks, great people—I'm just not thrilled about my workload. That's why they call it work, eh?

A lackluster weekend has helped today's return to the grindstone be even less inspired than usual. I have $250 in taxes to pay (that's down from last year, but further proof of my need to request more withheld). My mister and I fought almost all day yesterday. It only ended because we ran out of steam. My sweater is completed and sucks. And there are some big things to kick out that should have been done at the end of last week.

Alas, at least my review went well this morning. And I worked out. It's the little things...

3:23 p.m. 2005-02-07

past - future