Tue 06 Jan 1998
draft one of The experience of meaning in life from a psychological perspective
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Fri 20 Mar 1998 12:32
[rebecca1.wri]
Hey Rebecca,
I'm sitting here listening to country love songs-- they really make me think of you. It is nice to do.
I watched a cat and mouse move a while ago, and that was an o.k. way to pass the time. It is nice to have my earphones.
I am pretty excited to see you again, to see you for real! that is so different....
It is nice to have my laptop here, because it is like home. I do like
working on this computer... I suppose I wish I had some programming
work I could do... wish I could work on web pages or something.. I
could have done data analysis if I downloaded my data, but I haven't
done that yet.
There was a mute guy at the airport. It was close catching my plane.
Randall was asleep when I left. I wonder what he's up to now. I love
having you to write.
While I was waiting for my bus on the ave a really smart homeless woman
came by... she really was pretty amazing. She is gaunt, and has a a
gaunt look, I mean, she would be a really distinctively upper-class,
beautiful looking woman, but she was gaunt, and her face was a little
skeleton like. And she walked with an orthopedic type cane, she didn't
really use it though, I think, just carried it, with a box of papers-
the top paper was filled completely with scribblings organized with
circles drawn around them. She sort of shuffled too. She didn't seem
that old, but I guess she was not physically, at least walking wise in
such good condition. She was just getting out of the public
toilet when the truck that services it came..
I was sitting there on the sidewalk, and she stopped to talk with me
for a good while... a really one-way conversation, I guess I had a sort
of fear, not really of her, or of what she was saying, but of the whole
experience of sitting there at 4:50 am on the ave in the bright street
lights, with the streets deserted mostly- like a country town road
might be deserted, though during the mid-afternoon.
You know, I can't write well anymore- I pretty much have to type.... I
bet I could write letters pretty well though, because that is a special
kind of writing....
I think I really will make some of my money as a computer person... I
wonder how I'm going to do with finding work... I'm pretty excited to
see what happens.
I love you!
I guess I'm about out of things to say...
I wonder what I'll do now.
I love you,
love,
Colin
now it's a bit later, not much at all really---
the guys on tv are all wearing ties... I think that is too bad.
well- goodbye/
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