100101 just enjoyed a moment of English—helping some adv comp seniors understand a gatsby question. Man, I was really eloquent for a second there. I do enjoy doing stuff, when I am brought in or brought out and made to be engaged. **It's just keeping *myself* engaged** that's the hard part. English is the sneaky way to introduce hormones into a legitimate curriculum. I learned that last year. I'm a social change agent, all right—some kind of cheesy love warrior. Yeah, the world sure needs more of *those.* [eye-roll] See cuz I'm *really* happy right now, typing away in Ulysses, such a pleasing editor, just thinking and gathering, but what's going to happen when I have to take the wool and actually spin it into something, thread the loom, execute the pattern? Somehow it all goes to shit, turns into a bunch of fuzz balls blowing around my studio floor. ##How to modulate energy levels throughout the day, throughout the changing event landscape Because like, I just spent about four hours on a crisis of software-perfection-existential-pseudo-productivity-fantasy angst. And I'm back to using Ulysses anyway. And in a couple of months I may just be back to Textwrangler; that seems like my wider arc. But maybe not. Yes, I know. I'm still doing it. God. WTF. Also, I have to poop. (2014)