Black Butterfly
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The Art of Procrastination
Posted: June 23, 2008, 10:32 am by mwari
If there was an academy award for procrastination, I would win hands down! It is almost 1am on Sunday evening, and I have a brief that is due tomorrow. Instead, of typing at exponential speed, I am busy watching PBS. I must say, its like divine coincidence, because I’m watching Justice Antonin Scalia being interviewed by Charlie Rose. J. Scalia definitely has some interesting views. I am must admit I usually do not agree with his decisions, but I do admire his writing skills, as well as his staunch strict constructionist view. Am not sure either whether I agree with his view that the constitution is NOT a living document. Things are a lot different than they were back in 1787. I know what the authors meant back when they wrote the constitution, but things have evolved since then, so can what they meant be applied in the same way in today’s society? Deep questions. Procrastination begs that I delve into it, but I will pass. Don’t want to outdo anyone in this art that I have so perfected.
How do I account for my sheer lack of motivation? Actually, I think I have so many things zooming in and out of my mind, and i’m trying to sort it all out. I’m trying to wrap up things at work, I’m overwhelmed with the sheer thought of packing up this place and transporting the stuff that i’ve managed to accumulate this past three years. Maybe I should have taken some more time off work. Or maybe I should just not fret the small stuff and do what I can do because that’s only what I can do. Priority: finish this brief; start clearing up my house and packing (note to self: get rid of the junk- i am not moving anything that i have not seen/opened up in the last 6months). I’m sure it will all be done though, cuz I don’t have much of a choice. Sometimes, I wish i didn’t care too much, but, the truth is I care too much not to do the best that I can possibly do. So, I am striving for excellence. I’m sure I could pass for mediocre, but I couldn’t possibly live with myself. So, here I am, slugging away, at 1:30a.m., striving to produce a work of art. Will anyone notice? Will anyone care? Will this end? This week will be absolutely horrendous. So much to do, so little time.
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Fish cakes
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Yet more fish cakes
Guess what ... yeah ... fish cakes.
The end of the fish cakes