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Bob Graham has been in the news lately for keeping an obsessive journal of his daily habits. People apparently find the level of detail strange or compulsive or something. I think it's pretty cool - just yesterday, I came across creaturesinmyhead.com, in which this guy has been drawing and posting a new little creature every single day, for the last year or two. I really admire people who can keep up a creative schedule like that. Keeping a detailed log every day is in the same category, as far as I'm concerned - pick something, do it, keep doing it.
I've always been really bad at focusing on one thing for a long time like that, so I'm trying a little experiment; today, I started a Graham-like log of stuff. I think I mentioned before that I thought I should keep track of what I do when I'm slobbing around all day - well, now's my chance. It's interesting - even just doing this for eight hours or so has really made me aware of where my time goes, and I think it's fooling my brain into organizing itself differently, somehow. It's like some sort of zen exercise on mindfulness - I've always got a meta-process running in my head, "what am I doing now?" Knowing myself, I don't know how long I can keep it up, but it'll be neat to see what happens.
Anyway, I rolled out of bed and started to scribble stuff down on a little notepad. Naturally, after a couple of hours, I decided that just wouldn't do, so I threw together a little Perl script to log my entries in a database. It's really rough - it took like fifteen minutes to bang up and a few more to write a viewer, to give my stalkers a little thrill ("he took another crap! wheee!") and, of course, to provide my political enemies more ammunition to knock me down when I finally make my bid for the presidency.
Goddamn SBC telemarketers. They try to sell me DSL - which we already get through Speakeasy, who rule - and I start yammering about symmetric DSL ("is that, like, a static IP?") and running servers, and they get scared and run away. You know, just like the last three times. Maybe they should write that down somewhere.(June 03, 2003 07:51 PM)