Hullo. This will be a perpetual post, wherein I’ll continuously add quotes which I find especially meaningful or otherwise interesting.
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Experience has a bad habit of removing the lustre from a fantasy. It can be seen as a sort of solvent. Anyone who has had a job in a field that previously held both mystique and great interest can attest, at least to some degree, to this. It makes no difference what field it is. Chocolate, cars, books, electronics, sex. One becomes the sausage maker. One not only gets to see what goes into the sausage, but has to do it over and over again. Admittedly the love for the overall subject can remain largely whole, however, one’s perception of the matter after two or three years will have nothing whatever to do with the perception one had at the outset. This is one of the key reasons why the arts are so important. It does not matter what experience you have, there will always be a medium that will hold mystique for you. After a long day of making sausages, you will still be awed by that book, that musician, that painter, that dancer, that artist.
There is magic there.
I got home after a day which proved a little more frustrating than normal to find something in my mailbox. I immediately smiled and rushed up the stairs to my apartment.
Just got back from camping a little north of the city, in
rich douche bag country Muskoka. But seriously, as much as there are wonderful people there, there is decidedly a high concentration of “I enjoying showing off my money and will actively disregard the needs of anyone else around me” people there. Thankfully I was in good company.
I know, I know, I’m being negative again. Whatevs! LOL.
Today went around the Scarborough Bluffs and the Distillery district with camera in tow.
I am sitting at work listening to Mogwai (The Hawk is Howling). I have just finished the last manual I had to index. 850-1400 lines per manual. 21 manuals. Each line with 6 fields to populate. Some fields with one item, some with up to twelve. Working 7 days days a week for the last three weeks. It hurt, but I got there. Yeah yeah “Dat’s NUTTIN’. Why, I had to work 9 days a week for seventeen years while having to walk to work barefoot uphill in both directions in four feet of snow in 38 degree weather, you wuss!”.