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Hide & Seek
Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.
So I haven’t said near enough about me, then. Stick around. There’s more.
In Play
Play: Work that you enjoy doing for nothing.
Herein otherwise known as my spreadsheet.
My spreadsheet is my borderless hook rug. My spreadsheet is my never-ending crossword puzzle. My spreadsheet is my endlessly moving painting, my poem without a final line. My spreadsheet is my mathematical jigsaw puzzle with an infinite supply of new pieces to fit into the emerging picture.
By saying “for nothing,” Esar no doubt refers to monetary compensation. I will work on my spreadsheet with no less the play even if it all comes to nothing. I used to make intricate sand castles that the tide washed away. I used to create snow sculptures that the wind and rain and sun melted down. Now I build a spreadsheet that someday may be lost to yet another computer crash. And I will smile at merely having had the time I’ve had with it.
Aging Well
I was always taught to respect my elders and I’ve now reached the age when I don’t have anybody to respect.
Meh, better late than never.
Social Limbo
Must be Texans… the lowest form of white man there is.
And a middle-aged Texan man who goes trolling Krogers grocery store for women half his age is the lowest form of that.
ASA/FSA: The S Is For Somnambulist
The capacity of human beings to bore one another seems to be vastly greater than that of any other animal.
Which explains why actuaries consider themselves advanced human beings.
Burning Both Ends
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it’s the exact opposite.
Then again, at infinite extremes, exact opposites meet and merge.