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Retro

After skimming my 1996 diary subsequent to the previous entry:

April 29, 2006 — …I also started working on an image of a new Toshiba laptop: the T410CS. It’s a Pentium 90 MHz, 16 MB RAM, 800x600x256 display, multimedia CDROM. It’s pretty cool!

Time have changed!

Anniversary

Isaac Asimov died on April 6, 1992, which was fifteen years ago today. Fifteen years! It seems like an impossibly long time, especially when I am deep into his autobiography (he is only 13 years old at this point) which reads as if he is talking to me.

The anniversary of Isaac Asimov’s death is also the anniversary of my diary, which is 11 years old today. I’ve been keeping a diary now for just about one-third of my life, and at this time next year, it will be exactly one-third of my life. Of course, for the last 16 months, my diary has been entirely online, this blog, and what you see is what you get. My paper diaries were not much different, if only somewhat more boring than what appears online.

Of course, it being an anniversary day has got me thinking about various milestones and events and I would expect to see some posts relating to these things throughout the day. For instance, it occurred to me as I waited for the train this morning (while it was snowing!) that a few days ago, April 3, was the 7th anniversary of the day on which I got my pilot’s license. So proud was I of that feat that I have carried that license with me every day since, even though the last time I flew an airplane was back in 2001. Today will be the last day. It’s falling apart and I’ve decided that, pride not withstanding, there is no practical reason for me to carry it around anymore.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…

Nostalgic mood that I’ve been in all day, I just went through my diaries to see what it was I was doing on March 3 in years past. You can read some of the results below for yourself. The stuff in brackets is context I am providing so that you can understand what I am talking about in the diary entry.

Read about this day in my history

Saturday wrapup

Today was a lazy day for me. For one thing, I did not end up going to the gym today. For another, I slept a lot. I didn’t get up until 9 AM, which is late for me. After breakfast, I lazed around, watching TV until just after noon, when I decided to read. That lasted all of a few minutes. I dozed off on the couch for almost 2 hours, during which time I had those kinds of dreams where you dream you are asleep on the couch but can’t quite wake up.

In the late afternoon, instead of going to the gym, I headed over to the Outback Steakhouse, where I ordered the Aussie Cheese Fries (sans bacon) and watched two episodes of The Office on my iPod.

Incidentally, my video iPod has become the second biggest conversation-started, second only to my New York Yankees jacket. I tend to watch stuff on my video iPod when I’m at restaurants by myself. Lately, I’ve had a number of people (often the restaurant employees) come by and ask me what it is I’m watching, and telling me that they didn’t know you could watch TV shows and movies on an iPod. And if they don’t ask about the iPod, then some Red Sox fan will comment on my Yankees jacket.

I finally got a bit more productive later in the day. I completed by second recap of SF AGE. I completed the first draft of my story, “4005 B.C.” I made good progress reading through issue 3 of SF AGE. I spoke to Dad and Jen and Doug on the phone. I sent out some reminder email that I needed to send. I booked my flight into NYC the weekend of March 10-11 (I am taking a bunch of friends to the Rainbow Room Grill at the top of Rockefeller Center for my birthday, just as I did last year.)

I watched the latest episodes of 24 and Scrubs. And I downloaded the pilot episode of Babylon 5, after mabfan gave it a strong recommendation.

When all is said and done, it sounds like a busy day, but I still feel like I was pretty lazy today.

And eerily, I’m having a jkashlock moment: already I’m thinking about and looking forward to breakfast tomorrow morning.

Grandma’s birthday

My diary reminded me that today would have been my Grandma’s 85th birthday. It’s been nearly ten years since she died. I’m not the only one who forgets from time-to-time. It happened to Grandpa too. Probably more than once. But the last time on record was January 17, 1997:

I called Grandma to wish her a happy birthday. Grandpa answered the phone and said, “Oh she’s not home for another half our or so.” Then he paused and said, “Oh boy! Is today the 17th? I’ve got to go and–uh oh–get her something!” Needless to say, I spoke to Grandma later and wished her a happy birthday.

(In that same diary entry, I mentioned the fact that Doug came over along with his new 1997 green Nissan truck. He also had his tongue pierced only a month earlier. Just wait until Ruby and Carson are old enough to read that.)

365

This post represents 365 consecutive days of my posting at least one entry to my LiveJournal and that, of course, means I have completed a year’s worth of entries. I’d say I’ve done a pretty good job at recording the ins-and-outs of my life over the last year. In some ways, there is more detail here than there ever was in my paper diaries because I tended to write more and include photos and things like that (something I never did in my paper diaries). I’ll have a little more to say on this in my end-of-year wrap up which I’ll be posting later today.

Now I’m going to treat myself to a nice breakfast.

Weekend nostalgia

Every now and then I find myself overcome by a wave of nostalgia. This evening it was triggered by my romping through my 1996 diary, confirming a special anniversary tomorrow (about which I will write tomorrow). When I got to one of my diaries for a specific piece of information, I can’t help browsing entries once I’ve found what I was looking for. The entries from 10 years ago make me feel particularly nostalgic for those seemingly halcyon days in Studio City, California, when for lunch or dinner, I could run up the street for In ‘n’ Out or Carl’s, Jr. Or I come across an entry about work and it seems like those days in the office were much simpler, much less political and much less corporate than they are today. Why is that, I wonder? Is it because we see the past through rose-tinted glasses? Or is it because experience teaches us that we are rarely as satisfied with the present as we are the past?

One interesting thing I noted in my diary entries from a decade ago: I often seemed to mark time by school quarters (10 weeks, or 11 weeks, if you count finals week). Even though I’d been out of school for over a year and a half at the time, I was still used to my year being divided up into 11 week segments. Nowadays, everything just blurs together, there are no clear dividing lines, except for the change in season. That’s one reason I like being on the East coast: without those change in season, I might lose all track of time.

Part of these more somber moods stems from the fact that weekend days like today can be very, very quiet–in the literal sense. There is no one else in the house, except for Zeke, and he doesn’t say much. On days like today, when I ignore my chores and laze around reading, I don’t have to talk at all. I’m not one to talk to myself very much, and with the exception of singing in the shower this morning, I’m not sure I’ve said two words outloud today. I don’t even notice it until I force myself to think about it. Compare this to last weekend, when, while visiting Dan and Megan, I couldn’t shutup, and probably drove them crazy.

At any rate, I have a letter to write, and that should help to snap me out of this mood. And if that doesn’t work, there’s always a few episodes of Scrubs, or more reading, or web browsing, or…

This day in (my) history

What’s the point of keeping a diary for 10 years if you don’t go back and look at it every now and then. Here, then, are some excerpts from April 22 over the last 10 years.

Read the excerpts from April 22, 1996-2005

100 consecutive days

BTW, today marks 100 consecutive days that I’ve been posting to LiveJournal, since transferring my diary into this format. Given the total number of entries I’ve made, that’s about 3.7 posts per day on average.

Happy New Year!

April 6 is the first day of my New Year. There are several reasons for this. For one thing, it is close to the beginning of spring, and until relatively recently in human history, the new year was celebrated with the coming of spring at the end of March. Second, it is the day that my favorite author, Isaac Asimov, died, now some 14 years ago. But there is a reason above all others that April 6 is my New Year.

April 6, 1996 was the very first day I started keeping a diary. When I started doing this, it was my intention to be as disciplined as possible about it, but you never really know how that will turn out. When I was younger, I’d tried keeping a diary in one form or another and it never seemed to last more than a few weeks. Today, however, is April 6, 2006 and I have now been keeping my diary for ten years–a full decade.

Read more about my diary