It is the end of a relatively good week. I have been able to resolve a ‘unique' issue at work which puzzled me for hours concerning a CPU hogging service, paid all my bills except my share of the rent which has already been accounted for with the paycheck I received today, and I had a session with a sports chiropractor who spent some time with me concerning my knee.

It appears as though I do not have a torn ACL which if this is true, the light in Bill's life is shining a bit more brightly. Apparently, it is an issue with an atrophied muscle that supports my patella. Consequently, I'm training that muscle back to its normal operating parameters.

I am looking forward to my hard-hitting training sessions of ago. Ultimately, I want to revisit my Taekwondo training. There is nothing like gliding about a room, engaging one's opponents with a lightning-quick, fierce, sparring combination focused upon your opponent's head region, and then dancing out to see what his response would entail.

For everyone who is normal out there, this is the end of my blog, but for those others in our society, I've got the below:

I FINALLY managed to set up a Win2k server box (PII 233Mhz, 224MB RAM, 12GB, 40GB, 40GB) that will act as a storage location for my Star Trek episodes, movies, an archive for programs, and my main downloading client. For a few weeks, I have been struggling with two 40 gig hard drives whose previous owner had them destined to the trash, and they nearly found their way there with me.

The two Maxtor drives (yeah, I'm a WD man) in which required the cylinder limitation jumper to be set so that my Award bios could recognize the existence of the drive, but, you guessed it, NT does not support cylinder limitation jumpers and XP Pro is a bit flaky with it which does not do well for someone who wants to strictly termserv into the box Essentially, in order to run NT, I could not use cylinder limitation, but my bios does not see the drive unless I used the limitation. Quite the quandary, yet I knew I could resolve the issue if I could find a copy of WD's EZ-Bios.

I tried the available drive software for both WD and Maxtor and both resulted in errors. Dang, new software. So, I ran a search around the Net looking for an old version of WD's EZ-Bios and wound up finding a floppy image that I could use. Score! If I had used the drives with cylinder limitation enabled, I would only have 32 GB's available on each drive as opposed to the 40 GB amount. Instead, I was able to not only have the drives work in NT but also regain the additional 16GB's!

All I have connected to the box is a power cord along with a network cable.

It is one of the paradoxes of American literature that our writers are forever looking back with love and nostalgia at lives they couldn't wait to leave.

-Anotole Broyard

One will find himself in moments in which he yearns for another time, a time that may be a path he has already passed or a point that is but a few paces ahead.

In both "what was once" and "what might be", one has a compromised vision of sorts, seeing what he wants to see, and feeling what he wants to feel, in a pursuit that seemingly enough filters out the undesirable of those times. I have wondered why the green under my feet never seems to be green enough compared to the trodden path behind me and the beckoning distance before me.

Built within our perceptions, there exists a filtering mechanism that seems to grow in strength with inverse proportion to time's passage. I would wager that this all contends with our focus. It is easier to focus upon that which no longer is surrounded by the daily, insignificant distractions which disappear in a haze as the days' closures accumulate. So it is a matter of focus, a focus that is hard to acquire in daily events, yet easily orchestrated when looking out upon bygone years or the potential moments to come.

There are moments, a very few indeed, in which one knows "this is the time I was made to exist". But those moments do find their end and one is left with scores of insignificance.

Thus, one is left with the remaining quandary: how does one institute the focus needed to truly appreciate today on the same level as the memorable junctures of another time?

There have been two things that have irked me with my website: no contact information and no reasonable conduit for user feedback. Initially, I had no desire to have these items on the site, yet now I would like to see if I have been perking any interest. I would also like to have the site viewable for those 640X480 users out there (the poor bumps that they are). For those of you who have been long time viewers, you should be seeing some content from my sites of old, though I'm willing to put hard cash on the table that says you won't be hearing the midi version of "Who Wants to Live Forever" playing in the background.

It's about time I start posting jpegs of me on my site. It is odd for a site of mine not to have a single picture of me.