DIARY
– SELF-IMPOSTED INSOMNIA, AND THE RATIONALIZATION AND JUSTIFICATION THEREOF – You only live once. Only one chance to read Proust and Markson. Only one chance to read DeLillo. To give this classmate these notes, critiques, observations. To go on this walk with Jessica. To plan this visit with family and friends. Only one chance to write this paper right. To make a favorable impression at this job and that. To become a rock star. To become a movie star. To explore New York City from top to bottom. To learn Spanish. To learn Romanian or Greek or Latin or Hebrew or Vietnamiese. Arabic. Bengali. Only one chance to tour the world top to bottom. To live in Tuscany or Switzerland or Annapolis. Only one chance to write the Great American Novel then build an entire career around it. To culturally reinvent the nation. Only one chance. Only one moment. Time slips by, and we get older. Our potentials are measured as all of our moment multiplied by each other to the power of the number of the moments. This means we have trillions times trillions times trillions of options, but every moment that passes they shrink by a factor of trillions. Time is limited. Something has to go. Scale back eight hour to seven. How many moments gained? Seven to six. Six to five. Gaining moments. Five to four. If you can do this, do you see how much more time you’ve acquired?
– THE BAD NEWS OF THE WEEK – It’s so tired. It’s so been done. What can I say. I don’t believe, frankly, as the ad says, that Chevy cares as much about fuel conservation as I do. Let’s face it: 26 mpg isn’t much to brag about to those of us limited to the trophosphere. In terms of income. And where are your hybrids GM? They don’t buy anymore that the technology isn’t there. More specifically, they don’t buy anymore. I’m tired of this bullshit.
NEWS OF THE WEEK
The New York Times: G.M. to Cut 30,000 and Close 12 Facilities in 3 Years.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
If you could buy a car right now, what car would you buy?
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