March 09, 2007
no... no actually, it's not. at least 3,039 people work harder than I do.
Did i mention dave winer was in my dream last night? That is just weird.
What Dave represents to me is quite complex and layered. Like fiesta dip, but different. I think in this case Dave was my guilt for not blogging lately, or my latent desire to quit, or my stupid outbursts online. I dunno. I think he represents my sometimes loud mouth. He represents not having to worry about money.
I'm trying to remember the whole dream, but the part I remember is that Dave came to visit, but it was more like my friend Audrey's house even though it was mine in the dream, and Dave looked kind of like Welcome Back Kotter's Gabe Kaplan, not Dave Winer.
In the dream, we got along. He took one of my monitors with him when he left--in my dream Dave Winer had never seen a flat screen monitor before. He had to have it. So I let him.
From what I can discern, the moral of the story is, don't eat tortilla chips before bed.
March 05, 2007
Denise is remembering not to forget the joy of magical things as expressed by her young son.
"We have a new lightbulb!"
I remind myself never to forget Jenna as a baby in her crib, expressive language skills just syncing with her perception of the world, when 7 a.m. would bring a shriek of delight from her room, and I would roll out of bed with a smile knowing I'd find her sitting bolt upright, looking at the sun streaming through her pooh-bear shammed window:
"I wake up! I so Happy!"
Time, why won't you stand still, huh?