19 July 2004. Usually, I take this blog Very Seriously. I'm very careful about what I write. It'd be horrible if I posted an entry that Posterity will laugh at! For some reason, I don't care if they laugh at the graphics I sometimes post as 90% or more of an entry. I guess I assume any graphic I make that isn't very good can be excused as just fooling around. I can't convince myself that anything I write will be able to use that excuse, though. It's my view that even what I write when just fooling around shouldn't fall below minor genius level unless I'm a complete moron.

Well, some part of me believes that. Mr. Objective Above-it-All Bob knows better. He chips in all the time that almost everything I write is at the anybody's intelligent uncle level, and who cares, anyway. But he's not running the show.

Anyway, today I showed up here with no preconception of what I'd write. I decided I'd just let if flow, or bubble, or klunk. earlier, I tried to get another Poem poem in shape for presentation here, but nothing came. No arguments are going on at New-Poetry to rant about, either. My stabs at making some kind of halfway-interesting graphic at Paint Shop yesterday out of previous graphics went nowhere, so I can't post them--it, I should say.

Hmmm, the poetics and related parts of my mind are still blank. About my only recent thoughts not concerned with immediate needs like picking up another bottle of synthroid pills have been about my 45th high school class reunion that I'll be going to in two weeks. There are several people I'd love to see and talk with who I'm pretty sure won't be there. I think mostly about aour class's accomplishments. I once thought we'd be world-beaters, but none of us that I know of have a career that sky-rocketed anywhere. Several respected professors, lawyers, doctors, etc., CEO's--several multi-millionaires--but most classes have those. I feel good about the class, I feel it was successful--I just wish we had two or three Calvin Murphys. I mention Calvin, the basketball star, because he went to my high school five or six years after I did. He's having trouble now with imbecile daughters who are pulling the bad daddy scam on him, but he'll always be a hero of mine.

I do compare myself vocationally with my classmates, but not very competitively. Maybe that's because I'd lose by most standards, but I think it's because my career is so much different from any of theirs. What I hoped was that I'd accomplish something super, for myself and my family, but also for my high school and hometown. If others accomplished as much, fine. In fact, I hoped and believed some would. To be truthful, I'm not sure I would have been happy if someone outshone me completely--I mean, if I'd gotten the recognition I hoped for. I do think I would have benn sincerely pleased if I'd reached the top of some Important Mountain, and could view from it the tops of other equally Important Mountains and saw a classmate on one--or several classmates on several.