August 21st, 2004

My wonderful Meg kitty.

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It is on days like this that I am reminded that I am not a great man. By that I mean that I don't do anything that is particularly remarkable. If there is anything I do, it is help others. This occasionally fools them into believing that I am a great man because I provide answers to solutions which trouble them.

If this were the definition of a great man, there would be many an encyclopedia, book, or other resource which would be greater than many and perhaps all of us.

I do not do a remarkable time of managing my time. I do not spend enough time with relsqui. I do not spend enough time working. I do not spend enough time entertaining myself through any one of my billions of projects.

I do a fairly good job of running a server which is occasionally useful. There's room for improvement (see above about projects).

I do a fairly good job of supporting myself, despite the fact that I was in the poorhouse not so long ago.

There is, despite these virtues, nothing that I do remarkably, and thus I fall quite short of people who I read about, study, and hope to emulate in some small way.