Friday,
April 2,
2004
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A Journal from Austin, Texas. |
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free Friday You are never really free, of course.
That old Kris Kristofferson tune (Janis Joplin's version roared out of a juke box at my favorite pinball parlor constantly in the early '70s) says "freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose." Yeah, while we were chanting 'freedom, freedom' back then we knew, in our hearts, that we had no idea what to do with it. It's no different now. Yesterday, I'd invited people to dinner. The day before there was an evening event, the day before lunch and dinner dates. Monday there was an event. And there seemed to be things that I had to do in between. Appointments and commitments. Subtle and not. Even my 'perfect day' on Wednesday involved a scheduled class and a scheduled lesson and a promised interview. Today, I'm uncommitted. Of course, there are things to do. I need to work out and I need to do the laundry. I need to pack for a quick trip to Dallas. When I get up I need to make the bed, get dressed, have coffee, tidy up stuff I left around the bed. In any case, I decide to use my freedom by drinking coffee, reading newspapers, flipping through old movies on cable, starting the laundry, trying to get my wireless access point to work. And, by starting today's journal page, these very words you read. Yeah, I'm free, baby.
But I can still be conflicted.
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After flying to Paris, 1999
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Free to think?
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lunch
snacks piece of chocolate
candy
dinner
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I am up at 7:30, letting the dog out, making the bed, tidying up, dressing in workout clothes, sorting and starting laundry, flipping on the TV to watch (as time flies) parts of Girl of the Golden West (1938 with Jeannette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy, Dancer, Texas, Pop. 81, and The Secret of Roan Inish. I glanced through The New York Times, reading a little. I finished yesterday's papers. At 10:30, I decide that it is time to go to the club. I have a pretty good workout although there is always something else I feel I should do. I spot by the dry cleaners (drop off three shirts and a tie and pick up two shirts). I'm hungry when I get home but before I can cook something I end up folding some clothes and rattling around a little. Finally I cook an omelet and eat and read papers. I'm not through eating when the maid arrives. I dodge her, fold the rest of the clothes, wash dishes, do a bit of reading, writing WEB surfing. And somehow, somehow it's almost six. I make some green tea and watch some tube and eat dinner and shower and read and start watching an old Michael Moore piece I didn't know existed. Preece decides to make a mix CD for the trip to Dallas. I see the modem light up solid on RECV as he downloads tunes from Rhapsody. So it's me, soaking up some media, figuring out what tomorrow is going to shape up. I'm such a slop.
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Newspapers. Finished the screenplay for His Girl Friday. Started the screenplay for Heavenly Creatures. |
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Thinking about Things.
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It's a Tangled |
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I'm weighing on new scales in the bathroom and the balance beam at the club
(with workout clothes and shoes) and sort of guessing where I really am.
