:: Thursday, March 2, 2001 ::

 

12:30 a.m. Just a tid to let you know that I'm here, and working, and ... well, you know --

These are the nights, if I didn't think it was important to post every day, that I would most certainly not post. Too many other things are in the way of real, sustained thought. How sad is that? That can't be healthy, or right.

But, there you go. A busy day, a long night ... and just a pretty drawing of a time long past when we believe that people had more time than we have now. At least we think they had less interruptions.

I'll bet that the average person in this day and age has about the same number of interruptions and responsibilities that a magistrate or a potentate had back when. Sure, the details may be more mundane and the jobs more numbing, but our electronic town criers and post men and runners and foot men and messengers and courtiers and jesters and sycophants are still just as disruptive.

Now, I will cease to disrupt your moment, and lapse into a momentary silence.

See you tomorrow.