2/9/09
heptapod.org is aware of the screw up with yesterday's entry but remains disinclined to fuss over it and the error will stand for posterity.

heptapod.org requests your kind indulgence.

So how is the editor in chief doing? A little defeated, a little excited, a little frightened and feeling very tired. Sunday morning was a surprise because a few needful things were taken care of and there was very little in the way of procrastination. If my burden of procrastination is small then surely I'll have less anxiety.

I've taken to trying to write poetry. Recently came to an epiphany that the best writers are poets because the mode forces the writer to learn more about language, expand vocabularies and actually play with words rather than sticking with the strict structure of grammar.

Now I wrote a sonnet for Lee in return for a recent haiku. Took me the better part of an hour to get my thoughts together and hopefully convey an image. At the very least I adhered to the scheme for an Italian sonnet. Sometime on Sunday I wrote a Shakespearian sonnet but considered it to be shit and deleted it from the computer. Bugs me because it almost clicked but fell apart.

Perhaps maybe Fish will have a copy of Ubuntu for me. Right now I'm feeling impatient and basically couching it in the phrase of "I'm too old...". Right now I feel much to scattered to fuss with FreeBSD, configuring it and still having to futz around to make something work right the first time.

One of the points my brain is making is that if something is difficult then it's worth knowing because the rewards are greater. Still I'm a child of television and videogames used to instant gratification rather than actually taking the time to learn the ins and outs of a subject or project. It's a cop out to say that's why I'm lazy when I may simply be lazy for the sake of being lazy. This fact makes me very self-conscious.