Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Tuesday, October 12, 2004
We used to have a big, heavy-duty, high-end printer. Now we don't. Or, more accurately, we used to have a big, heavy-duty, high-end printer that worked, and now we don't.
We've identified Paul's ideal job: Traffic cop.
I can't imagine anything that would make him happier than to spend his days right in the middle of everything, telling people when to stop, when to go; the ultimate authority over people's lives at that moment in time and space.
"I am Paul; hear me roar"