Hello GOD, I feel like a reluctant soldier in a game of Last Man Standing Death Match, but burdened with increased obligations in the midst of changed battle flux.
I followed my earlier mentioned 450 thousand mile checkup Message 19837134 <<February 23rd, 2004>> with additional tests here and there (like driving one’s car to a garage, they will always fuss over it until they are satisfied with the taking). I need to lose 5 lbs. I should be able to do that easily; especially given the swimming season is soon. I need to eat fewer pates snacks and ingest less hot chocolates.
I am re-engaging myself with good old honest 3D work, having to buildup reserves due to increased obligations and puff up the cushions so as to diminished the impact of a possible fall in undeserved gains. 3D work can be fun too, I suppose, especially if it can keep the shopping-cart-and-plastic-bags prospect away in the coming depression :0)
On undeserved gains, let me tell you from experience, there is no such thing as 'house money'. There is only moolah that is in our pocket, and scratch that is not. I find that keeping score on annual basis breeds complacency, and it is perhaps better to do as the hedge managers do, keeping tally by the months, forcing oneself to go with the flow of the battle and not get too deep into unfriendly territory.
On 3D ideas, I am working on a few, and I promised myself that I would re-apply my former diligence just so that I do not have to clean somebody else' house or serve others tea.
As usual, I cannot talk about the good ideas just yet. I will say that they are all exciting, promising vast returns but only after so much work yet to be completed. Rest assured that each idea is being nurtured with deliberate effort and purposeful aim; each an abracadabra, a work of art, an entity of desire, energized by hope, powered by the Force, and sounding very much like an on-rushing locomotive in the still of the night.
Back to work.
Chugs, Jay |
