so, i was taking care of my laundry, and i put a blue shirt on a green hanger. i thought it didn’t go very well, until i noticed that the shirt had green on it already, so it actually looked pretty good.
then i realized what the heck i was thinking about and decided to think about something else.
end::
an american businessman was at the pier of a small coastal mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. the american complimented the mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
the mexican replied, “only a little while.”
“you’re such an excellent fisherman,” said the american. “why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?”
the mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.
the american then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?
the mexican fisherman said, “i sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, and stroll into the village each evening, where i sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. i have a full and busy life, senor.”
the american scoffed, “i am a harvard mba, and could help you. if you spent more time fishing, you could buy a bigger boat. then you could buy several boats. eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you could sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. you would control the product, processing and distribution. you would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to mexico city, then l.a., and eventually new york city, where you would run your expanding enterprise.”
the mexican fisherman asked, “but senor, how long will this all take?”
to which the american replied, “15 to 20 years.”
“but what then, senor?”
the american laughed and said, “that’s the best part. when the time was right, you would announce a public offering, sell your company stock to the public, and become very rich. you would make millions.”
“millions, senor? then what?”
the american said, “then you could retire. you know, move to a small coastal fishing village — where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”
end::there’s a shaking inside and the sun in my eyes
tomorrow she leaves
a year is a long time
end::now life takes us separate ways
how can i be so busy and so bored at the same time?
end::it’s a therapy i’ve been pending for my happy ending
who would have thought it’s so hard to make a good likeness of yourself?
end::everything is a better change
end::
for some reason, i don’t think another one bites the dust is the most apropos song to play at a wedding reception.
oh well.
end::hey just forget it can you bring me gasoline
so, i got to work today and there was no electricity. apparently it was a planned outage, but it was planned yesterday after i had already left work, so i didn’t know about it. then all the servers had trouble starting up, and that was pretty much my whole day. i got home and fell asleep, and i just woke up.
oh wow. there’s a wedding tomorrow. technically, tonight! time flies .. crazy.
end::it’s all right, now we have something to talk about
this page has been suffering sad neglect. don’t worry, old friend, i would never abandon you; i just get preoccupied sometimes. i’m on the computer more than anyone i know but can’t make time to write little blurbs. once i get my camera back at least i’ll have something interesting to post, i guess.
end::do you want to get away
work was boring today
but i ate lunch with my sister
and tonight we just watched the incredibles
that movie makes me smile
end::you were the last good thing about this part of town
