I spent a couple of hours this afternoon doing data entry at the place where
quility used to work; I very patiently said nothing while listening to Mark tell some client or friend (or somesuch) about the advantages of a technique he is promoting, during which he emphasized that he believes that computers exist to eliminate repetitive work, and that his policy is that if anyone who works for him finds themselves repeatedly typing the same thing, they should come to him and he'll work out a way to automate it. And then I typed the same address and phone number into a new database record. (There may be a way to copy across records in this system, but if so, nobody has seen it as worth their while to tell me—and I was being paid by the hour for a short-term project, so I had no incentives for efficiency.) I also refrained from pointing out earlier that the anti-spam technique he was urging someone to adopt would guarantee that he will never have any blind customers.
Then I went to the gym and exercised. I need to build back up to what I'd been capable of: between the pneumonia and other short breaks, I've lost a bit of ground on some things, but not too badly.
( numbers )From there I went down to Tor, and spent an hour at the NYRSF meeting, mostly reading manuscripts. I don't know whether I'll make it to the upcoming work weekend—having done this makes it both less urgent, and less appealing, that I do so (reading is much more fun than fixing). I told David that I can't take any books for review right now, but that I might write a review of something that I've read for Tiptree (nothing specific in mind, just a general thought).