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October 18, 2002 - Friday
Embracing a Concept
Dilbert is my favorite comic strip.
Actually it’s the only one I read. I use the internet for my daily paper
and the Dilbert site is the first place I visit when doing my morning
browsing. The managers at work read the strip as well and it’s interesting
to see how differently they interpret things . To them, it’s a manual for how
things ought to be done.
Complaining about work is an American
tradition and I embrace the concept. I took the day off so I could ruminate
and fine tune all my gripes and grievances into one long memorized
soliloquy. Jane Goodall writes about “circular thought” and how it can
inhibit personal growth. That’s what I was doing in bed at three this
morning. Thinking circularly. Since I was having so much fun, I decided to
stay home and really get into it.
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"The Dragon Fly"
My entry in the SDSU
Physical Plant Pinewood Derby
Next week we're having a Pinewood Derby race at work so I
spent a little time completing my car. Unlike the Cub Scout race, this
version has no rules other than that the car has to stay on the track.
Weight and friction are usually the deciding factor in these events and
studies show that the heavier the car, the faster it goes. This one weighs
in at just under 16 ounces. I didn't have much time so I'm already
planning the 2003 entry. Till then I'll be researching compressed air
containers and trigger mechanisms.
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It's 6:00 PM and tonight is the last
Descanso Town Hall movie for the Fall season.
We only had four movies this season though, I have to admit, that's fine
with me. As a volunteer I'm obliged to be there but Eric is starting to
show repeats and Gene Autry movies are a lot a like as it is.
Catherine is out and about so I'll be meeting her at the
hall at 7:30. I'd really like to take a nap while the movies running but
folding chairs are a little uncomfortable and I'd feel a little self
conscious dozing on the floor. I might try to transfer one of my recorded
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April 18, 1966 – Monday
Today I think I’ll start from the beginning. To give you a general idea of
what my life is like I’ll go through the day as things happened.
I got up a seven, my usual time, and after my usual hour of hectic search
for books and things, was on my way to school by eight. I met Pat outside,
he’s one of my best friends, and we road to school together. Looking ahead
I see that it was a pretty boring day so I’ll try to go faster. After
getting to school my first period is algebra. Mr Johnstone has a terrible
habit of teaching us things that aren’t in the book which makes it very
hard to do the homework he gives me. After Algebra comes English. This is
the only period I really enjoy. As long as we stick to literature I do OK
but on verbs and nouns I really begin to fall down.
Shop, typing and P.E. are of little interest but sixth period comes
Spanish, the class I despise above all other classes. Mr Villar is a
stupid, childish person who considers giving “F’s” a sport. If it wasn’t
for this class I wouldn’t mind school so much.
When I got home I was greeted by more sorrows. Barry and Sheila came home
from college for the day and mother was telling the latest problems. First
of all to fill you in, I have to tell you something about my father. For
20 years my father was in the navy and suddenly about six years ago he
retired. Since then we have had nothing but problems.
At the time he retired we lived on the East coast in Rhode Island. From
there we moved to Coronado California where we are now. Through this time
he has had many jobs but none seem to stick with him. Father now is
working in a job with N.A.S.A. as a contract advisor. The people he works
with, according to him, are complete imbeciles. He can’t stand the job and
he isn’t making half as much as he should. With certain expenses now we’re
having trouble eating. We hardly have over $25 dollars in the bank. Now
comes the latest tragedy. Mother and father are planning on renting our
house and moving into a smaller apartment. They’re even contemplating
moving to Japan where father has a lead on a job. I know this is very
selfish of me but I hope and pray that they stay in Coronado. At least
till I finish high school. I’m tired of moving around and losing my
friends. This is one reason I’m so shy now.
One more thing before I close. A girl from my algebra class seems to be
becoming slightly more friendly with me. Perhaps it’s just my imagination
but she tried to start a conversation outside religion class and me in my
stupidity just answered her question and walked on. How can I get to know
girls if it’s even hard for me to know boys. Tomorrow I’ll try to be more
friendly and see what results it brings. Come to think of it I don’t even
know her name.
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