A picture is worth a thousand words.
Thursday, August 12, 1999
A Decision, Plus Photos

Okay, enough is enough.

I have lots of entries to write. Entries on the Diarist.Net awards, entries on evolution, entries on books, entries on camp, and so on, and so forth. And perhaps someday I'll get back to some of them.

But if I keep trying to hold myself to making up all the ones I've missed, I'm never gonna get around to writing any of them. So. From now on, if I miss an entry, it's missed. No more four-entry uploads, weeks after the fact. I'll allow myself the usual bit of leeway as to when a given day begins and ends, but if it's the day before yesterday, it's too late.

In keeping with this, I'll probably be consolidating the Friday and Saturday entries into one, but we'll see what happens with that.

At any rate, I hope this'll get me back on track, with daily updates becoming the rule again, rather than the exception they've been lately.

Thanks for bearing with me so far.

So, over on one of my mailing lists, the question of one's working environment came up. And I described the corner of my room with the computer in graphic detail.

Coincidentally, I'd just taken a few pictures of said corner of my room. See, over at CleanSheets, they're looking for pictures of us staff members. There ain't no way I'm submitting an actual photo of myself, but apparently more creative representations of oneself are acceptable, too. So I went out and bought a roll of film.

My original idea had been to take a photo of one of my patented T-shirts -- probably "Proofread carefully to make sure you didn't any words out" -- and submit that. Unfortunately, the shots I tried along those lines came back looking awful. And since I'd rather not invest more money in film and development until I finally manage to get it right, I'm scrapping that plan, and planning on just submitting one of the following three images. Probably the first of them:

My room

(You can get bigger, clearer versions of all the photos
on this page by clicking on the thumbnails.)

A sign I got some years back says it best: "If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, what is an empty desk a sign of?"

My computer

This is where I type these entries.

My room II

I don't have anything to add, except to point out that these actually only show one part of my room, which is by far the most cluttered portion of it. I should like to point out that the vast majority of the floor is clear. And that the whole place is clean. Just cluttered.

Anyway, just as I was about to scan those in, the photo album from my brother's wedding -- in February 1997 -- coincidentally came my way. This album is notable for having what is probably the only picture of myself I've ever actually liked.

So I scanned it.

And because I'm feeling just a bit crazier than usual today, combined with the positive reception my last few pictures got, not to mention my feelings of guilt in getting so far behind on this journal, I've decided to go ahead and share it with y'all. Here goes nothing.


And that's about it for now. Stop by tomorrow, when, with any luck, I'll have a new entry up. :-)