{"id":84,"date":"2004-09-21T10:48:45","date_gmt":"2004-09-21T17:48:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/blog\/?p=82"},"modified":"2004-09-21T10:48:45","modified_gmt":"2004-09-21T17:48:45","slug":"half-empty-half-fool","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/2004\/09\/21\/half-empty-half-fool\/","title":{"rendered":"Half empty, half fool"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"storycontent\">\n<p>So here I sit, in my perch of power,<br \/> high above the world (about 4&prime; up) in<br \/> my gigantor throne of referenceness;<br \/> when all of a sudden my empty library fills.<br \/> I just went from ten students cheerily emailing<br \/> to 50 students and a nun frantically hitting<br \/> ctrl-p &ldquo;PRINT!&rdquo; like armaggedon&rsquo;s scheduled<br \/> just after lunch.  Nobody sent me the memo.<\/p>\n<p>Port Townsend didn&rsquo;t happen.  Nor did the<br \/> pajama party (which I failed to mention previously),<br \/> nor did the big lunch date.  So, I vegetated<br \/> all weekend (mine is Sunday and Monday); and<br \/> developed a serious case of the red eye &#8211;<br \/> &ldquo;blood for eyes&rdquo;.  Gah!<\/p>\n<p>&ndash;<\/p>\n<p>Tonight is the dance of swing: the end of<br \/> one week of patience and the beginning of a new.<br \/> I&rsquo;ve been working on letting things be what they are.<\/p>\n<p>I remember too well the summer before I met Emily,<br \/> pining about at two in the morning;<br \/> walking across town to tap-tap-tap at<br \/> Theo&rsquo;s windows so we could drive to Denny&rsquo;s and<br \/> have an exi-romanti-crisal midnight-freakout;<br \/> chasing after a girl that never wanted to be caught<br \/> but was completely willing to use me for a thrill.<\/p>\n<p>And yet even now I&rsquo;m unsure if:<br \/> those were the best of times,<br \/> or the worst of times.<\/p>\n<p>But the fact that I&rsquo;m quoting Dickens scares me.<br \/> Time to flee.  Ciao.<\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So here I sit, in my perch of power, high above the world (about 4&prime; up) in my gigantor throne of referenceness; when all of a sudden my empty library fills. I just went from ten students cheerily emailing to 50 students and a nun frantically hitting ctrl-p &ldquo;PRINT!&rdquo; like armaggedon&rsquo;s scheduled just after lunch. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,17],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=84"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=84"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=84"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=84"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}