i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
6:08 PM: plato's shadows
so for the past month i've been poring over a multi-worksheet excel file that has over 700 entries, the largest being a list of 669 jazz mp3s and lead sheets. i've been meticulously adding those files to hive and checking them off one by one, refusing to think too far ahead lest the despair and enormity swallow me whole. today i looked up and could see what looked to be light, and i hurried along until i came to the end of this dark and quiet place, and i think i have lost language for what i see so open and wide and green before me: is this known as "the future"?
of course, i'm not completely done or i'd be dancing and using a lot more exclamation marks: i still have 40 more files to add to hive (assignments & lectures, etc.), and i still have to write a report by the end of the month, which is the end of psu's fiscal year. i also want to watch an episode of angel w/ dinner despite being on media dep, and i think julia cameron will forgive me this once.