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Thursday September 14, 2000 "Savoir vivre, c'est savoir feindre." "To know how to live is to know how to simulate." Nicholas Boileau, Lettres Portugaises
historic Austin hotel postcard for sale on ebay
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meeting and speaking your mind I can barely stay awake in my meeting and I barely know what day it is. This doesn't keep me from speaking my mind. What is it with lately? I know I don't know as much as I should about some of this stuff, but I've developed strong opinions none the less. I think I've been picking and choosing others' opinions, sifting and sorting, developing a world view on this job. Other than surviving the meeting and dispatching a few e-mails and assembling my expense items, little accomplishment can be attributed to this day. Forrest calls to say that my mother says the phone is out of order (calling from her cell phone) and his investigation indicates it's off the hook. I drop over and find the phone that is misplaced in the cradle. My dad and his friend Joe are in the yard digging up a dead tree to plant another. They have nicked the sprinkler system line and are going happily off to get stuff at Home Depot to fix it. Forrest treat me to a dinner (at the new restaurant Asti in Hyde Park, owned by Emmett and Lisa Fox) and a hand and foot massage. I give the sore hand and wrist a heat treatment. I don't sleep as hard as I think I will. At one point I have a dream that my face is very red. I look in the mirror. It is, for an instant, a red devil face. Then it's me again. Awake, I don't find this as frightening as I suppose I should.
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