1. I keep wanting to write a poem. A long one. Ideas keep bouncing around in my mind about something a little experimental, with ambiguous distinctions between author and subject, story present and reader present, depth and surface. Something John Ashbery-ish. He is the master.<\/p>\n
2. This morning was excellent in a way I’ve not had in a long time. I actually caught up with my billing earlier than the end of the month for once, did a little productivity review to see how productive I have to be for the rest of the month in order to meet my goal, and plowed through a good half-inch covering of papers on my desk. Sometimes it feels better to get organized than it does to accomplish actual design work.<\/p>\n
3. I think I’m going to open an IRA in order to save myself about $600 in owed taxes. I’ve been wanting to invest money for a while now, and I think this will be a good start.<\/p>\n
4. Sometimes I think about women that I’ve been attracted to, and how, at least initially, my level of comfortableness in approaching them has always seemed to be inversely proportional to their level of attractiveness to me. In other words, I’ll feel more awkward around a more attractive woman; I’ll have a harder time relaxing and being myself. It’s an instinctive thing; I try to talk myself out of it but it never (or rarely) works. I always thought it was kind of a function of my own personality, because I’d observe other guys who seemed to be buoyed, energized, more themselves<\/i> the more unknown the social situation got. Thing is, though, I always thought about their social behavior in general, blanket situations (mixed company events like parties and the like) without thinking specifically of instances like interacting with a woman they found attractive. I have a hunch that feeling awkward and nervous around someone to whom you’re attracted is a much more universal event than my intuition surmised. But we do that, though–we isolate ourselves and convince ourselves that we’re the only ones who ever feel this way. Ha–if romantic comedies are any indication, the otherwise-suave-guy-making-an-ass-of-himself-around-attractive-girl phenomenon is ubiquitous. And we all know movies are the reflection of real life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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