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Wednesday, February 26, 2003 Today I experienced short-lived happiness. The aftermath was a mixture of denial, anger, and longing. Of course I didn't explode or whine. On the surface I probably looked the same as all the other days before--the people around me would be hard pressed to say definitively how I act when I'm ecstatic or depressed. I don't throw tantrums or cry. Instead, I bury myself in work. I know it's wrong to suppress my emotions, but I know no acceptable alternative. I don't want to be known as the complainer--moody, tempermental, malingering. I don't want to disgust people. I don't want to be the person who makes people roll their eyes and say, "Oh God, there she goes again." There are too many of those people in the world already. Interesting: The New York Times: Genetics. It's an excellent collection of articles detailing the recent history of science, beginning notably with Watson and Crick. The lay person will probably get the gist of them. I read them mostly for amusement value, to see how many scientists mentioned that I recognized (all of them) and to chuckle when my alma mater and one of my former professors was mentioned. I guess it's sort of akin to a politician's intern browsing the politics section in the newspaper. Johnny Cash music video. (via Metafilter) I don't really like country music, but the Hurt video was very cool. From what I can tell, the song is a remake from the Nine Inch Nails version. One reason why I thought the video was noticable was that it shows The House of Cash which is a major landmark if you're driving north to Gallatin. When I had been living there, I took the whole thing for granted. It was closed to the public, next to a rather seedy new age glass decor shop and an overpass notorious for speed-watching cops. Across the street was Trinity Music City--an attraction that rivaled the fictional Willy Wonka factory. I never saw anyone go in or come out. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 5:07 PM : ]
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