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twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2003.07.17

Tonight I went to Chako's place to try to help with her computer (actually, it's Jonathan's PC, but he's in Japan). A succession of friends had been by to 'look at it' over the years, leaving it in complete disarray. I mean, the motherboard was swaybacked. When the thing finally was able to overcome its hardware problems and boot, I learned that the O/S was pooched, too. Fighting with PC's is such a bore. I told her she should look at getting a new one, and fired off an email to Jon informing him that his PC was kaput.

All of this happened after I'd met with some of the folks from my days at (the now defunct) Star Data. It was interesting. One of our member was there despite the fact that his wife was at some clinic having just been alerted to the possibility that she has ovarian cancer.

rand()m quote

If I had my life to live over, I'd try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax, I would limber up, I would be crazier than I've been on this trip. I know very few things I'd take seriously any more. I'd certainly be less hygenic... I would take more chances, I would take more trips, I would scale more mountains, I would swim more rivers, and I would watch more sunsets. I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had to do it all over again, I'd have many more of them, in fact I'd try not to have anything else, just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of my day. If I had it to do all over again, I'd travel lighter, much lighter than I have. I would start barefoot earlier in the spring, and I'd stay that way later in the fall. And I would ride more merry-go-rounds, and catch more gold rings, and greet more people and pick more flowers and dance more often. If I had it to do all over again - but you see, I don't.

Jorge Luis Borges