January 31, 2002

silhouette3.JPG From the desk of Jane Galt:

I WANTED TO USE MY

I WANTED TO USE MY DAY OFF to post interesting things. Unfortunately, between sending resumes, moving the car (DISCUSSION TOPIC: Is NYC's alternate side parking the direct design of Satan, or merely the intellectual offspring of one of the lesser minions of the Lord of Darkess? -- talk amongst yourselves), and talking Adam through installing Microsoft publisher, that didn't happen. Then, at 5:00, when I was ready to get going, Tatiana arrived to drag me out for some post birthday margaritas. I am now enjoying a History Channel show on Ferraris as I watch the room sway gently in the evening breeze.

So here's what we decided: the Extremely Drunk Synopsis of Life, the Universe, and Everything:

1) Maybe there's an afterlife, maybe there's not. Experts disagree. It is a good idea to imagine that you have been given a month to live, and decide whether or not you would feel your life had been Well Lived or a Total Waste. If the latter, do the things you wanted to do. As Robert Heinlein said, Happiness consists in working long hours at whatever you feel is important, whether that is robbing banks or supporting a family. If you spend most of your waking hours trying to minimize the time spent on your major life activities, you should be doing something else. Perhaps you should rob banks.

2) Men -- who can figure them out? Experts disagree. Nonetheless, things are very dull without them.

3) The second order of fajitas were definitely a mistake.

4) Your moral code should be something you are constantly challenged to live up to, rather than a low bottom line below which you dare not fall.

5) Life is uncertain -- order two desserts. Moderation is for monks.

6) Your life will never be as good as it looks in commercials.

7) Nonetheless, it's better than the alternative.

8) People are endlessly amusing. Oneself most of all.

9) Five margaritas in three hours usually seems like a good idea at the time, but actually, it's not.

10) There is a point beyond which orderly lists cease to be amusing or useful. One should stop before then.

Sorry no insightful commentary. If indeed you find my commentary insightful. Peace to all, and to all a good night.

Posted by Jane Galt at January 31, 2002 10:29 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links