Half connected

This temp job gives me Web access, but not my email (no telnet or ssh), and I'm feeling oddly detached. Not as bad as the point this morning, wrestling with Word, when I was thinking "I have no google, I have no rassef, I'm trapped inside my brain."

Word, by the way, fought us to a standstill by producing dishonest error messages, so we extracted the data and used Filemaker Pro to create labels. So now I'm putting them on envelopes, which I will then get to stuff and put postage on. Extremely modified rapture.

Half connected

This temp job gives me Web access, but not my email (no telnet or ssh), and I'm feeling oddly detached. Not as bad as the point this morning, wrestling with Word, when I was thinking "I have no google, I have no rassef, I'm trapped inside my brain."

Word, by the way, fought us to a standstill by producing dishonest error messages, so we extracted the data and used Filemaker Pro to create labels. So now I'm putting them on envelopes, which I will then get to stuff and put postage on. Extremely modified rapture.

Odd social reflex

When I got off the A train this evening, someone waved to me. I didn't recognize him--just a random middle-aged white guy--but my habit is to return any greeting unless I have a specific reason not to, so I waved back.

At that point, he said "How are you doing?"

I recognized the voice. It was someone I specifically didn't want to speak to, so I just walked away. But I'd noticed that, well, that he wasn't looking well, in a tired/drawn way, and that he'd changed enough that I didn't recognize him at first.

Odd social reflex

When I got off the A train this evening, someone waved to me. I didn't recognize him--just a random middle-aged white guy--but my habit is to return any greeting unless I have a specific reason not to, so I waved back.

At that point, he said "How are you doing?"

I recognized the voice. It was someone I specifically didn't want to speak to, so I just walked away. But I'd noticed that, well, that he wasn't looking well, in a tired/drawn way, and that he'd changed enough that I didn't recognize him at first.