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Build Problem
Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.
-- Walter Benjamin
Friday, December 17, 1999
One year ago: Follow Styling
Two years ago: Last Class
I got to work this morning and called tech support at my ISP. Why wasn't my login working yet? The support guy said that I showed as being activated in his list. It turned out that my password doesn't meet their current rules, even though it's one that they assigned me, a while ago. So, rather than give me a new password, he did something behind the scenes so my password would be accepted again, which I did appreciate.
So I had about nine hundred messages to get through, accumulated in thirty six hours. This is higher than normal traffic for me! but a few lists had had some flame wars, or lively discussions. I actually read (or skimmed) all of that stuff!
It was a quiet day at work. M--- said he got a lot done, with very few phone calls or conversations. I went to my eye appointment in the middle of the morning. I don't think the optometrist had run across anyone wearing hard lenses recently! My new pair will be gas permeable. He wanted to wait to fit me for a pair of glasses, until I've been wearing the new lenses for a few weeks. He said to me several times, "Your corneas are bumpy, like an orange peel!" Presumably they will smooth out with new lenses.
After my appointment, I walked through puddles across the parking lot, then browsed through Linens 'n' Things. It's been a while since I visited one of these stores; I think they've added stuff to compete with Bed, Bath and Beyond. I ended up with a cheap glass bowl and a sack of Applejack 'n' Peel potpourri. (It's a case of creeping apostrophes, I tell you!) This will go nicely on my deck at work. No one else will be bothered, I hope, since we are in such a large room.
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M--- and I settled down to do the evening build. But there was some problem in the data or something. We ended up having to let Chip do some of it remotely from Florida, on his supposed vacation! Wouldn't you know that things would disintegrate on the first day that he's gone?
Jack sent me mail around seven o'clock. He'd been calling me at home. I called him in Bellingham, and asked why he didn't call me at the office -- he said he hadn't thought of it! I suppose the same goes for sending me email.
He'd had the notion of coming down this evening and spending the night at my place, but by seven o'clock he felt it was too late to get going. Rats! So he'll call me tomorrow morning and we can have breakfast together, then he'll go on to Yakima (to visit his daughter who is in a treatment program there).
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