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ネコは身動きひとつしなかった。 The cat didn't move a muscle.
This cat nearly didn't, either. I stayed in bed almost all day, still nursing a sore throat. Still sick. My dad and I had arroz caldo. What a wonderful comfort food... (No, my dad isn't sick. Just me.)
Tomorrow the ACM people want me to train with them. I've been looking forward to it too, although I've been a little nervous due to certain personal reasons. My mom said something along the lines of quitting while I was ahead, but it isn't that, really. Oh well. I'll pick up some of my toys, at least. Besides, I don't have a reliable way of getting in touch with them, and I'd hate to make them wait at Faura.
I should also work on the Adphoto systems. Eventually. Maybe the equipment thing. I don't know... The Bluepoint thing isn't much, but at least it's well-defined; I know when I'm successful. And I'll get paid for it too, which might be nice for starting a small business or whatnot.
Gah. I need to think.
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I hadn't been particularly looking forward to tomorrow. I don't know why; a general malaise, perhaps. It's hard to be cheery with a sore throat and the knowledge that one has to get up early tomorrow morning anyway. Then, reading through a small collection of letters from Dominique, I came across this quote from one of his favorite authors (whom I've also come to be quite fond of)--
"...it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life. The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, 'Do it again'; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead."
I should remember that. Each day is not a dreary routine; it is an expression of joy. I don't do computer work because I _have_ to; I do it because I can, and because it's tons of fun. Take, for example, that Internet cabling thing. I need to keep in mind not my mom's face as she's asking me to do it, but the clients' faces as convenient Net access saves a shoot (or at least eases some of the tensions). I just have to keep my users in mind; to think that what I do will matter.
Tomorrow is another day. Isn't that such a cool thing?
E-Mail from Dominique Cimafranca
彼らは熱烈にいがみ合っている。 They fight like cat and dog.
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As usual, this being a 1.3.x release, I haven't even compiled this kernel yet. So if it works, you should be doubly impressed. (Linus Torvalds, announcing kernel 1.3.3 on the linux-kernel mailing list.)