motivation (or lack thereof)

By anders pearson 09 Dec 2001

went out on friday night with gerard and melissa to some nameless bar on the lower east side. dark with pretty good music (lots of smiths, cure, new order, depeche mode, etc.) spent a few hours talking and people watching. boy with horns. girl with huge tattoo on back.

<p>in the subway station going home we saw a guy playing guitar on the other platform. we&#8217;ve seen him before. always on the other side. really good. young japanese guy with crazy hair sitting against the wall playing guitar and doing rythm with his feet (on one shoe he&#8217;s got some kind of jingle-tap thing). last time we saw him, he had a friend with him playing one of those cheap little air-powered keyboard things (i have no idea what they&#8217;re called). if i ever end up on the same platform as him, i&#8217;m going to give him $5. </p>

<p>didn&#8217;t have enough motivation to get out of my apartment yesterday. just slept in having weird dreams (sprinting through harlem, Lovecraftesque fish people, scaling the outside of a skyscraper trying to catch aliens, etc) and pondering the best way to implement a robust, multi-layer error-handling scheme for <span class="caps">CGI</span> applications in perl. even wrote most of the code.</p>

<p>funny how motivation works. putting shoes on to go across the street and do my laundry is too much work but spending hours coding tricky stuff isn&#8217;t&#8230;</p>