Numbering my weekend

(I would have had this online earlier, except there was some bad news in my neighborhood tonight)

3 – number of movies I saw on Friday, the day they were released in Phoenix*
34 – approximate number of hours I worked on my GWB art-piece this weekend
312 – number of characters I stenciled onto tape, cut out, and then spray-painted this weekend**
3300 – minimum number of cuts I made with an X-ACTO knife this weekend***
1200 – number of mg of modafinil I used over the course of the weekend
6 – number of hours I slept Sunday, despite at least 200mg of modafinil in my system
4 – number of characters I created stencils for that did not get used****
4 – number of days before the paint is completely ‘cured’ and I can work on the piece again
1600 – estimated number of tiny screws to be screwed into the piece*****
14 – number of “DVDs” I “watched” this weekend******
2 – number of movies I saw this weekend that made me cry
129 – number of dollars someone paid this weekend for a rustic/natural-form end table I built last year in Pine
0 – number of copies of the new Harry Potter book I bought*******
162 – number of people who requested the new Harry Potter book from my library before I put my request in
335 – number of people who requested the new Harry Potter book from my library before it was released
101 – number of people who are still ahead of me on the request list at the library, as I write this
2 – number of tasks I performed this weekend that required me to put my beard in a hair tie to keep it out of my work
0 – number of times I’ve put my beard in a hair tie before this weekend

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a message to myself, twenty years ago

There was a ‘meme’ running around a while back to the effect of ‘what 5 things would you say to your 16 year old self?’, and there is always a track in my mind working of varietals of time travel and sending-messages-through-time ideas, but by 16 I was already pretty deep into things… ten years is not far enough back, I think, since the most meaningful things I could tell myself then are very very specific and thus only useful in an instant and then lost forever… I mean, if the first thing I told me was to find a creative writing program or to major in art, that might not effect things right away, since by this time ten years ago I’d only barely started college, but if the second thing was to not cheat on Amanda… that would change the entire course of my life, and might interfere with whatever other things I might have said… or just prolonged a relationship that the universe didn’t want to continue, or… well, really there’s no way to know. anything too specific is like micromanaging something you can’t see, and by 16, anything vague is very nearly too late…

Anyway, it’s been getting longer and more refined, but I was working on a message to send myself twenty years ago, when I’m 6, before I started having emotional issues, before counseling and anxiety attacks and bullying and before criminal charges and before I ever got pulled out or kicked out of school. And the following message is what I’ve got right now, if I could give myself one message, knowing beyond a doubt that it was from myself, somehow, at age six, this is it:

“You like to learn, and some teachers are interested in teaching you, but most only want to teach you to obey, to conform, and you have to do what it takes to keep them happy in order to get what you want later, so learn to relax, take an IQ test, and whenever you are attacked, whether it is physically, mentally, or emotionally, whether it is by peers or by authority figures, try to remember that they are probably just trying to make themselves feel better by hurting you, so don’t give them the satisfaction; instead ensure that they have to take responsibility for their actions, just as you take responsibility for yours.”

The italicized phrase is italicized so I can mention it here, not to give it emphasis in the message. If I were to communicate with my 16 year old self, I could send this same message, except for the italicized portion, and it would likely have the best and most predictable positive effect on me from that point forward, more than anything more specific could. Heck, I could send just the part before the italicized portion and change the face of my college career. But I’d prefer to send the whole thing to myself at or about age six.

I believe that a lot of the social and educational problems I’ve encountered in my life, and more that stem from those, are a result of a basic misunderstanding of school and teachers; until right around the time I was kicked out of ASU in 1998, I really thought that the purpose of going to school/college was to learn, that the purpose of taking a class was to learn its subject matter, and that the purpose of the class and the teacher was to teach me that subject matter. Sadly, as I now know, learning, especially learning the subject matter of each class, if it occurs, tends to be a tangential side effect of meeting the course requirements set by the professors – at the college level, anyway – and not generally included in the purpose of the class in the professors’ minds. But to get what you want, and to get the side-effect of learning, you must play along.

power, wealth, fame, the achievement of personal goals, a family of your own, or maybe just making it through one more day?

What are your success conditions for life? That is, what conditions need to be met for you to consider your life successful?

I mean, for other things, for specific goals, I can see it. If my goal is “write a novel” then when I’ve written a novel I’ve succeeded. If my goal is “don’t worry, be happy” than as long as I’m happy and worry-free, I’ve met the conditions of the goal.

I’ve currently got the goal of creating a complete, playable video game by the end of the summer, preferably with a version compiled for the GBA platform. I’ll know I’ve met it if, before the end of the summer, I’ve got a complete, playable video game. The fact that I have a playable version of it with all the features I considered to be ‘core features’ already working is a good step. Getting to the further goal of creating a working version on the GBA is a challenge I haven’t begun to face, but I don’t consider that to be a success condition of the overall goal, more of an additional goal.

I also have the goal of writing, editing, and putting in print the third book in the Untrue Tales series before the end of the summer. I haven’t started that yet, but … depending on other factors, I may be able to achieve that goal in a weekend.

I also have the goal of getting a literary agent to represent me by the end of the year, and the sub-goal of compiling a list of 50 agents I would like to query, agents I would like to represent me, and begin sending out query letters before my birthday in September at the very latest.

And if I finish the video game, heck- even finish it for the GBA, before the end of the summer… And if I finish book three in the same period… And if I not only get a very quick and positive response back from one of more of the agents I send query letters to, but actually sign with an agent before the year is out… If I do all these things, meet all these success conditions, am I successful? Is my life successful?

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today, I babble about money and housing. enjoy.

((update: I discovered that due to an oversight on one of my spreadsheet calculations, my income was not correctly represented. I have updated figures below, marking them bold if they have been changed. If some of this doesn’t make sense, it is because the text was written about different numbers.))

After discussing it last night with my father, it has been clearly stated that (barring unforseeable financial changes that make anything I could possibly calculate now meaningless) my father is ‘kicking me out’ of the house in or around January 2006, about 6 months from now. Financially, this creates some challenges for me. The following is my own rambling, basically for my own benefit, on the subject.

Feel free to skip it entirely.

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who designed these wrists anyway?

Based on the direction of my personal health specialist, I have begun using a new product. In my first weekend I have made several discoveries about my new uhhh… time management tool… though as my body becomes used to it, apparently my findings may change. We’ll see.

The most pressing and interesting finding right now is that if I work on my computer for 35 to 50 hours in a continuous 60-hour period, the repetitive motion makes my wrists hurt. Around when the sun came up this morning (after I’d been awake about 43 hours) I began to really notice the pain. It’s still here, but I’ve been doing what I can to reduce it.

Apparently there’s something about working on a computer all day, most of the next day (I took a few hours off to help a friend move some furniture and appliances), all that night, then most of the next day and all the next night that … sortof puts a strain on the wrists… apparently there’s some sort of ‘repetitive strain’ involved in all that work. Huh.

(( side note, Strange But True: I am very careful about re-sealing my re-sealable packages of dried fruit because I don’t want my dried fruit to dry out. ))

More on my experiences this weekend follow:

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