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Thursday, September 11, 2003

Regrets...
I've had a few.
But then again,
Too few to mention!
--"My Way",
written by Paul Anka
When I hear that song, I think of Frank Sinatra, and sometimes Elvis or Sid Vicious -- all of whom have been known to perform, in their own unique manner, that wonderful song. Wonderful because -- though I don't always enjoy hearing it, I've heard it so much -- the song is a wonderful personal anthem. That's something we all need: a personal anthem. A song that praises our individuality; a mark of devotion to oneself. After all, they say you're going to have a helluva time loving anyone else unless you've first learned to love yourself, right?

This is not to replace your love for your God, or your spouse, or your family. I'm simply saying that we all need to give ourselves a bit more self-love at this time of year. (No, not that type of self-love !) Too many of us beat up on ourselves throughout the year, and then nearly destroy ourselves at year's end. No wonder there are so many suicides during the Holidays; the messages bombarding us are to Buy Buy Buy and to Give Give Give -- but what if you have nothing to give but love? If you have a dearth of that good stuff, then you'll have a bitch of a time spreading it around to your neighbors.

So be good to yourself, whether you're Christian, Pagan, Wiccan, Athiest, Hindu, Islamic, Mormon, Podcastin, or otherwise. Don't take the pills, they won't do you or anyone else any good; you'll simply miss out on the Next Big Thing (which may turn out to be Your Next Big Thing). Just do things your own way, singing that little hymn as you do so:
For what is a man,
What has he got?
If not himself,
Then he has naught.
To say the things,
He truly feels,
And not the words,
Of one who kneels.
The record shows,
I took the blows
And did it my way!

Tuesday, February 03, 2004

Distractions. It's always distractions. Of course, I could make all kinds of excuses for the distractions I come up with: I really did need to respond to those emails, I have a responsibility to keep the music fresh for my Internet radio station's listeners, that blog really needs to be updated, that website needs an entire overhaul (today!), my body really required that all-day hike because I've been sitting on my ass too long.

It's easy for me to distract myself from the task at hand: updating that resume. I've got books due at the library, and I plan on walking to the library for the exercise, a task certain to consume the better part of my day. So chances are I won't be getting to that resume today, but the fact is, I really do need that exercise--and the books are due. So these are legitimate excuses--they're just not getting me any closer to finding a job.

Of course, once I get my exercise I'll feel replenished and have the energy to...um...sit back down on my ass and write that resume. So this "distraction" really is working towards that goal, then, isn't it? And anything that helps me accomplish that ultimate goal is a good thing...

Then again, perhaps my physical well-being isn't so important as getting any lousy job to catch up on this month's rent. It's my mental state I'm more worried about, though. I don't feel right when I've gone too long without breaking a decent sweat; I begin to feel like a sloth. Not that I'm an Ironman or anything--I'm not a big fan of running and you won't find me lifting weights on the bench outside, unless I really want to impress someone--I just like to feel that calorie-burning-muscle-toning sweat break out on my body during a long hike into the Santa Monicas (or during a walk to Souplantation in Brentwood--it helps quell the guilt of the carb-overload I'm about to undertake).

This is one of the least interesting and meaningless entries I've ever made to this blog, and I'm not going to continue this post. I apologize for wasting your time and for subjecting you to this--I'm just distracting myself from what I need to do and you're unfortunate enough to have been caught up in the middle of it. That's not right and I owe you your lost time, but the only way I can think of making it up to you is by directing you to a random blog, where you'll most assuredly find your time better spent. Please do yourself a favor by not ever reading my blog again.
posted by Harold  2/03/2004 01:11:00 PM
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I once posted, in this space (this right column), the following:

If I had friends they would be listed here

That particular bit o' text, that silly and idiotic phrase, was repeated a dozen or two dozen or so times and was intended to be temporary. I had been working on a project -- a new layout for this blog -- and had intended for that text to be placeholder content. That is, the text was supposed to temporarily replace the content that had previously occupied this column (which was a list of links to friends -- that is, other blogs and web sites I linked to). I didn't know what content I was going to place into that (this) space, so I placed a bunch of duplicate phrases here as a placeholder so that I would remember to fill in this space again later.

At the same time, I thought I was being cute with the heading:

NEW & IMPROVED FRIENDS!

The fact remains: I still don't know what content to put here, in this column. Links again? Pictures? Video? Audio? Ads? Oh, hell no! It hasn't come to me yet, but I'm sure it will eventually, and when it does it'll come quick and (as usual) with consequences.