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2001.07.12 Pecans Cilantro & green
2001.07.11 Everything I Touch
2001.07.10 sometimes . . .
2001.07.09 time, time to
2001.07.08 P.C. at Taco Bueno
2001.07.07 God & Machiavelli
2001.07.06 Blue Monday Friday
2001.07.05 yellow-orange ennui
2001.07.03 Insomnia
2001.07.02 Pop Goes the World
2001.07.01 a new leaf

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yellow-orange ennui
Whether it's because yesterday's sleep wasn't quite enough, or because everyone else in my office seems to be still on vacation, or because there's just something in the air, so to speak, I don't know, but motivation seems to be a rare virtue today, nonetheless.

If nothing else, it's a great day for catching up on old tasks which I'd put aside, listening to music, and not worrying that my phone is going to ring.

I'm currently listening to Delerium's Semantic Spaces. If I didn't know for sure that the album was released 7 years ago, I'd have a haunting feeling that they were blatantly ripping off tired old ideas from Enigma, William Orbit, Deep Forest, and Dead Can Dance. Since they were all making music around the same time, though, Delerium was apparently only ripping off fresh ideas (or just trying to be part of the "scene"), for whatever that's worth.

I'm wondering if I'll get out of this funk any time soon. My friends (and my boss, now) joke that I need a girlfriend. That's easy for them to say, I guess.

I was hoping there'd be some new people to meet at the barbecue I went to at a friend's place yesterday, for the fourth, but I was only one of about 5 people who showed up, total. We had a good time eating lots of chicken wings and watching cheesy old action movies, nevertheless, but it still seemed like something was missing.

I finished reading the book I was stuck on for months (Eco's Foucault's Pendulum) — great read, but I'm glad it's over. Now I can move onto the Dalai Lama book I got for my birthday, so I no longer feel like I'm lying when I say I appreciated the gift. If nothing else I'm making progress against the towering stack of books sitting by my fireplace.