Diary 2

I'm going to try posting a picture of the diary page just once more, and if it isn't legible, I'm going to have to abandon that idea and just type the contents. Besides, my handwriting is truly awful.

Old friend of mine's birthday today, Roger Martin. Haven't seen him in about 20 years.

Ok, let's digest this. My day was certainly "out of order." Broken stuff on randi.org occupied much of my time, and when I was delivering the trailer, one of the lights decided not to work. (I used it as a excuse to show the buyer how to fix the lights.) Oh, and the window on my car broke; not the glass, but the actuator. That meant $317 and five hours working from a Starbucks. So yeah, out of order.

I am great company? Nay. Not today. 

"Loving, living, everything" has absolutely no meaning to me. 

I think English is one of the most expressive languages. It borrows freely from other similar languages, and there are endless options for imparting color and cadence to ideas and instructions. Not to put spanish down, but I'm always amazed when I learn that they only have one word for things like turtle and tortoise (tortuga) or alligator and crocodile (cocodrilo). I really hope I'm wrong about that, but I've asked around, and spanish speakers have agreed. 

That said, I'm sure learning English is an absolute bitch, and I'm glad I don't have to do it. It's a shame I never bothered to learn any other languages, spanish included.

I'm suffering from a wicked Cassandra complex lately, which explains my "avoid predicting the future" thing. I should start keeping a log of these "predictions" to see if I'm suffering from confirmation bias or not. I feel like Willy Wonka in this scene (Stop. Don't. Come back.):

Do I know more than I think? Yes, and I think everyone does, which is a bit recursive. I certainly don't know as much as I want to know though, and a great deal of what I know is incorrect.