I love Seattle. Where else can one find four grown men staring directly into the setting sun because it happens to be a bit pretty over that way?
Well, I don't know, either. Why don't you find out?
Speaking of which, here is a photo of Mount Rainier I took two weeks ago from Discovery Park. It too is a bit pretty.
I did many things today other than write. I stared directly into the setting sun. I investigated when an abelian group can be turned into a Z[i]-module, found a wonderful page full of Latin tongue-twisters and a lovely catalogue of classical rhetorical figures with gorgeous names like Zeugma...Okay, now I'll buckle down and get to work, honest.
Time passes. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I raged, I fumed, I stumbled, I beat my brow 'gainst my mighty block, and boy did I bruise. A party started, I made a tea run, I spent three hours pencilling out conversations and throwing them away. I got back, facing the awful truth that I'd never make today's goal of 12,000 words. I was face-fucked by bitter defeat. Then we finally made it to FÜRB, and in a frantic last-minute verbal dash that has left my armpits moist and my heart thumping I managed to throw in enough wood and rhetorical questions to push myself just over...
12,009, baby. Who's your daddy.
Today's word-to-your-mother: 12,009
Today's draft: 20021116
Posted by aloysius at November 16, 2002 07:49 PM |