I've not been productive today at all. Or, I should say that yesterday I wasn't productive, at all. Today is a new month and very soon the beginning of a new school year.

Tonight I had a phone conversation with my beloved Sarah O. To say she has a lot going on is a dirty understatement. Because I don't have enough energy not to write in clichés, I won't say anything more about what's happening in her life except that she is in my thoughts and I love her very much.

Today I had a marathon-ish extended IM session with the one and only mandinator. We brainstormed a new domain name for her and I got a nifty subdomain out of the deal. She paid for the domain and has free hosting.

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My issue with blogging (which posts so far seem to be "doing") is that they manifest symptoms of time-sensitivity. (I've also been writing and thought paralyzed since yesterday for reasons I'm not quite sure.) What I mean about time-sensitivity is undoubtedly partly my understanding and interaction with the medium of digital self-publishing in blog form.

First, yeah, the agent which assembles entries for the "index.html" of this URL collects entries, picks the ten most recent, and places them in reverse-chronological order. I'm reminding myself of a former friend and co-worker who when Mac OS shifted from The Mess Inside™ to its present UNIX base was obsessed with compiling and running a feature-restricted version of a UNIX text editor.1