Cogito ergo sum...

Cogito ergo sum.  Je pense donc je suis.  I think, therefore I am.

This thought is usually attributed to René Descartes, but Wikipedia has a lot to say on the subject.

This is the ultimate standard we apply in deciding whether someone is alive or dead:  does the brain work?  How much?

I've been turning this idea over in my mind for a couple of days and have decided that my motto must be "I write, therefore I am."  Since I've stopped working for Xerox and since I've stopped going to school, I have little occasion to write anything very long or very interesting...  But I am having an interesting life!  So why am I not writing anything down?

I find, on reflection, that I do write things down.  I write short emails.  Occasionally I write long emails.  I write gobs every day in IM chats with Chuck...  and I write responses to other people's blogs...  I've decided that I and everyone else would be better off if I channeled some of this nervous energy into just writing.  So, I write, therefore I am.

Today I almost am.

This morning I went to the chiropractor.  The last time I went was after my bad fall in the parking lot of the pediatrician's office on the 13th of April.  No wonder my back aches!

Then I went to Barnes and Noble.  I wanted to touch a Nook. Still no Nooks in sight, though.  Sigh.  I'd bet that the people working at the desk behind the Nook sign are even more disappointed than I am.  They tried to get me to 'pre-order' but I'm not buying anything that new and that expensive without getting my hands on it first.

Then off to Joanne's.

I was the itinerant, slightly inadequately tooled, electronics technician.

I installed the new HDTV and the antenna, with reasonable success.  She has 5 stations now.  It seems there should be more stations available than that, but perhaps we need a different antenna.  I need to read the manual a bit and try again tomorrow, as I didn't find WXXI, which broadcasts 3 stations from Pinnacle Hill.

Then I tried and failed to debug the VoIP telephone that Chuck hijacked yesterday when I was in Best Buy, urgently trying to sort out multiple problems with the order he placed on Monday night.  He got smart and got his own VoIP telephone number, but not before he had used his mother's... and hers has not worked since.

I wanted to take her out to coffee this morning, but realized that I had forgotten a wheelchair and (less important) I didn't have any cash with me.


I never made it to Wegmans, so our cupboards are bare.  BARE!  I hope Liz will come by in an hour or so and stay with the kids while I make a much-needed trip to the big W.


And my stop at the bank was 7 minutes too late... to find out where the missing $$$ (the cost of one car) are...  Did we lose a check?  Did the USPS lose some of our mail?  What can we do about it?  Завтра...

Yes, indeed, I have a life, an interesting-to-me life, a busy life, a crazy life, a disordered life...  (Did I mention that Chuck is at a conference in Washington, DC?)  Yes, I definitely have a life.