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Aug 24, 2008 00:10

The backspace key on my computer is degenerating piece by piece, until I will have no second chances and with only patience to save me. First it was the plastic covering, and then the rubber knob under it went away too. Now there's only this diminutive dot in the middle of where the key would have been. I poke at it lightly and it listens, ( Read more... )

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anonymous August 24 2008, 05:51:29 UTC
You should publish this. Oh wait you did. A few tangential thoughts...

What was the second book? I've had a somewhat similar intellectual debate. I tend to try to archive as much of my personal thoughts and interaction as possible (email and IM mainly, try to blog important thoughts in an email to self). The whole task seems impossible. And certain stories of my life are a bit different every time I tell it, no matter how well I remember it. I'm starting to think the entire approach is wrong. Events aren't composed of pixelized data (the plural of "datum") so much as memories that we shape our own way--which is why the study of history is not the chronicles of facts, because to tap any fact into human consciousness requires casting it through one's own opinions and understandings.

I yet have no application for this thought. Damn. And I fully realize the irony of choosing this particular thought to repy to.

Good luck with your character-building. You'll manage through your own style.

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mylifewill August 24 2008, 18:23:14 UTC
i'm sorry to hear about the situation, but it's good to see the discharge from the hospital (i'm assuming).

sometimes these things happen. non-smokers develop lung cancer too.

it's funny to be on the opposite side of everything here. the japanese built taiwan in the early part of the 1900s, and, well, mcats are around the corner (and i still don't know where the testing center is).

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anonymous August 28 2008, 15:57:37 UTC
Sorry about your grandma. Grandmas mean a lot to me. Nevertheless, I feel like I can't quite understand exactly how you feel, though, simply because I haven't gone through it.

Also, I have advice for you: give up your investment banking aspirations and become a writer with an economics degree. Wouldn't you feel so much better inside? I know I would.

Easier said than done, of course. How did we start down this path in the first place, anyway? Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...

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