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Published on August 28, 2003 by in All Posts

If you can read this, then your DNS has propogated. See your doctor immediately. My webhost has moved the site to a new server and it had some technical difficulties, so I am sorry if you felt a deep void in your life for the last week or two. I promise to keep my adoring fans abreast of the scintillating details of my life more reliably henceforth. Blah. So all I do is work. Work and work some more. I have been putting in a few 12 hour days recently, as there are lots of changes afoot on the old ranch. The highlight of my week is when I get to go see Christine in Ithaca every weekend. 10 hours on the bus every weekend had better be worth it, but I just got new batteries for my laptop so I can watch DVDs all the way up there. So hooray for technology. I also signed on a new apartment at 85th and Park Avenue in NYC, so I will be moving to my little studio this weekend. Not that I really have any free time to pack and coordinate moving. Too few hours!

Another interesting phenomenon. Having a fairly unusual name such as Ammon can sometimes create surreal circumstances. Like people I have not seen in 12 years randomly finding me on Friendster (which is the bestest site in the whole wide world). This has happened to me no fewer than four times in the last 2-3 months. Are people actively looking for me? Do I owe them money? Is there a hit out on me by certain mafioso I have crossed? Regardless of the motivations, it is fascinating to meet up with people from days of yore and see how people have changed and whether they fulfilled my lofty expectations of them. You know who you are, Cory, Sara, Airra, and Yuko. By the way, Cory, sorry about no invite to the wedding. As I said, the bike messenger collapsed somewhere in the rockies on his way to you with your invitation. And this was right after he was forced to eat his backup carrier pigeon. If it is of any recompense, there are pictures posted somewhere around here. And by the way, if someone has some better ideas for photo album software, please give it up. Mine is a hackneyed mishmash of a crummy program and my own ham-fisted rudimentary programming 5k177z. OK, signing off now. I’s gots stuff to do and excuses to make for not doing it!

 
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Published on August 15, 2003 by in All Posts

One of those weeks Wow. Where to begin? I am writing this from an internet cafe in Brooklyn. Why you might ask? Because the power has been out on the east coast and my internet connection is still down. Woohoo. NYC is pretty surreal during a crisis such as yesterday’s power outage. I was looking at an apartment on the upper east side when the power went out. I asked the guy if that happens a lot. As I left, I realized that the whole city was out, so rather than get in the subway, I hopped on the first bus I saw. I made it back to work, then took off with some coworkers to a restaurant that still had ice and their gas stove going. I then walked across the Manhattan Bridge back to Brooklyn, a long hike if you know NYC. According to Mapquest, it is about 4.5 miles. Who knew? So the power went out at 4 PM and I finally got home at about 9:30. It was actually rather pleasant. I had called Christine from the bus, so I knew the power was out in Ithaca, too. Good segue…

On Tuesday we moved Christine up to Ithaca NY to start her first year of Law school at Cornell. That was an experience. We had a uhaul full of our stuff, which I drove up there on zero sleep and 10 red bulls while she followed in her new Civic. When we got there, it was only us to unload, but while she was gewtting the keys to her new apartment, some guy wandered by and offered to help. How nice. He only wanted a few dollars for a repair to his flat tire. We got her moved in and then I took a 1 AM bus back to NYC, barely sleeping and then getting to work that morning a wreck, depressed that Christine was gone and more tired than I can ever remember being. Yow.

So this week at work has consisted of 1 and a half days for me. Monday and yesterday before the power went out. I am not in today as the Subways are still out, I was moving Christine to Ithaca on Tuesday, and I was worthless on Wednesday. And I get paid for this?? OK, you are up to date. Do post questions in the comments, if not just to let me know that people actually read this crap.

 
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Published on August 8, 2003 by in All Posts

Priorities Do you ever feel like you have too many top priorities? I am fully capable of organizing my time and my tasks into a neat hierarchy of varying degrees of necessity. However, lately everything seems to want to come front and center all at once. Work is taking ridiculous amounts of time and energy, moving is placing similar demands on me, and my GMAT class is begging for a little attention. Not to mention that C is leaving next week and I find that I have no time to spend. I like my job, and I want to keep my job. So as it gets more demanding I am forced to keep up or get out of the way. This hampers my ability to ration time for other things that are equally important: find a place to live, spend time with C, study for the GMAT, pack my crap up. And why do I feel like I have not had a day to be lazy in months? Every weekend has to be action packed and full of activities and friends. Why? Can I have a moment for me? Alone with my hummy and no one else? Even for a day? And why do we always complain of being too busy and then continue to pile things to do on ourselves? Do we feel guilty about laziness? What the hell is so wrong with being lazy once in a while? It is necessary to recharge the batteries so we do not become quivering piles of neuroses. Back to the main point. I cannot prioritize things, and I do not have the time or the energy to deal with everything all at once. Why must everything be so demanding on me? Do I need a vacation? NO! Those are too stressful. Give me the Tivo remote, a Subway Club sandwich, and the air conditioner and let me alone for a day! Is that so much to ask of life?

 
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