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What I thought about while drinking my coffee today

I’m resisting the urge to look up Sam Lipsyte’s books. I read the interview with him in Gigantic #2 on the train this morning, and it made me want to read his work. But I’m surrounded by unread books. I’ll start looking for his stuff when I go to used bookstores.

I want to use mindmaps more often. Yesterday I took regular notes in a meeting, then expanded on what I wrote down and turned it into a mindmap. Maybe I’ll mindmap something this afternoon.

Too bad class this morning didn’t fix my literal pain in the neck from sleeping on it wrong thing, but nothing’s perfect. One year ago this week, I started doing Bikram yoga. I detest heat, I wasn’t very strong, my sense of balance apparently wasn’t keen, and the distracting chatter in my head was LOUD, so it is surprising I’ve stuck with it. (All that, plus I’ve never been an exercise-oriented person. Couch potato makes it sound like I watch more tv than I really do; mouse potato would be more accurate if I had a mouse, touchpad potato just doesn’t have the same ring.) I’m stronger, more flexible, and it is the best thing for stress I’ve ever done. Added bonus: I lost weight without being miserable or feeling deprived. Go yoga.

I’ve decided to try and hate spring less this year.

I just got UPPERCASE suitcase series book of Camilla Engman’s work and I adore it. I am a bit jealous regarding her dog, whose picture I’m looking at.

I bet Camilla Engman’s dog does not vomit on the floor for sport or spite like my cat just did.

My next camera-related toy will be the Diana lens. Yes, I’m going to stick a cheapo (relatively) plastic lens on my DSLR. I will learn more about exposure and it will be fabulous.

I believe we are about to get extra karmic bonus points for going out to do errands in the rain.

I should write more.

I want more coffee, but I’m past my cutoff.

The rant I am not writing

I am not writing a rant because people I would rant about might find my rant on the web and get offended.

Or people I know will assume that I mean them, when in fact I do not mean them, and get offended. Also: some of the people I know would be offended if they figured out the rant was not about them.

This makes the ranting less fun.

The point of a rant is to be outrageous or funny or vicious and not fucking apologize afterwards. Now that we’re all socially networked, ranting is harder to do.

Help me, the internet is making me act like a grownup.

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