The Sound Of Fingers Drumming.
I'm still up in the air at the moment. The book deal is pending. The documentary starts filming in five weeks. The Malibu Kids are going to pitch our old book series to Major Studio as soon as they get their nerve up. Life is hanging fire and I don't have enough attention span to spare for politics.
Working out. Checking my email compulsively. Reading a lot in prep for the documentary. Leaping to grab the phone. Smoking cigars. Considering the Mercedes diesel, the E-320 because it delivers torque without guilt. Drinking. Plotting. Trying to focus on the next book project and failing. Shaving my head. Reading Amba and Cal and Reader and Dave and Joe and Alan and thinking, "You know, I should blog something."
Feeling kind of good, actually. But with my giant bald head in something else, not so much in this.
Working out. Checking my email compulsively. Reading a lot in prep for the documentary. Leaping to grab the phone. Smoking cigars. Considering the Mercedes diesel, the E-320 because it delivers torque without guilt. Drinking. Plotting. Trying to focus on the next book project and failing. Shaving my head. Reading Amba and Cal and Reader and Dave and Joe and Alan and thinking, "You know, I should blog something."
Feeling kind of good, actually. But with my giant bald head in something else, not so much in this.
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Wednesday, March 14, 2007.
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6:31 PM
My friend the energy designer/Bucky Fuller protégé I'm writing a foundation mission statement for, well, he says diesel is going to be the most economical option (lots more MPG than hybrids!) and it's going to be made very clean. SO, buy that diesel and enjoy being proactively virtuous a decade before everyone else!
12:37 AM
But where are the workout pictures?