21 May 2000


Listening to:  "The Rain King" and "Mrs. Potter's Lullaby" by the Counting Crows.

Quote: "You know how people long to be eternal.  But they die with every day that passes.  When you meet them, they're not what you met last.  In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves.  They change, they deny, they contradict -- and they call it growth.   At the end there's nothing left, nothing unreversed or unbetrayed; as if there had never been any entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass.  How do they expect a permanence which they have never held for a single moment?"

-- The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand.

More Good People


When I was looking for a quote for yesterday's journal entry, I found a quote that would have been perfect for my 19 March 2000 entry, "Is Rand a Youthful Indiscretion?"  I have reproduced it to the left.

I spent today cleaning like mad!  Running the sweeper, picking up junk, sorting a week's worth of mail, mopping, wiping down, putting new sheets and comforter on -- and the place is still a mess! 

I also took time out to go to a work colleague's home for dinner and drinks.  It was altogether pleasant.  Mr. Gallagher is one of the few people at work who helps to keep the place sane, and unfortunately he has been seriously ill the last year.  But he's recovering well, and that is good.  He has an amazing home and even more amazing tropical garden of sorts outside.  He is another incredibly bright and worldly person -- his master's degree specialization was Celtic literature, if I recall correctly -- who, when he finally decides that he's had enough of the idiocy at our place of employment, will be sorely missed. 

I'm not at all ready to go back to the office tomorrow.  I've enjoyed working at home, but there are a number of things that I must tend to at the office tomorrow that probably will not overload the sad, antiquated computer there.  I'm going to make an effort to work at least two days the rest of the week at home, which will be good since I'm taking Friday off to leave for the float trip.  That should give me a pretty low Idiot Density for the week overall.  It is sad when this has become one's goal at work. 



Copyright (c) 2000, Kevin L. Whited