Friday, January 28, 2005
Habits (like save)
So I just wrote a fair amount of stuff here about developing habits. And then it goes away, because I fucked up in trying to figure out how to spell "petitte" using the spellchecker. Never use the spellchecker. And save -- this is a habit I will work on, along with the habit of writing in MWBR everyday.
Crap. How frustrating.
OK. Back to petitte or petite or pettite or whatever. I was just about to spin an anecdote about 9th grade typing class at Chatham Township Junior High (the one year they had 9th graders in limbo). Mrs. Millman was the teacher -- small (nee petite), dark hair, fluorescent makeup, polyester slacks, smelled faintly like Marlboro Lights, which she was probably grabbing between classes out on the loading dock with Mr. Cole.
After I took typing, I had this weird habit of "air typing" -- I would think of sentences and paragraphs and words in my head and I would move my fingers as if I was touch typing them. Over and over again. I suppose it was practicing, but this habit became something I would do all the time. I would try to think of the longest words that you could type using just one hand or just one finger. "Deeded" -- all using the middle finger of the left hand. So is "ceded"...and I'm sure I thought of others. Never told anybody about this habit, don't think it was a noticeable thing. Just kind of a weird thing I kept to myself.
So, I can develop habits. The last version of this post (FUCK! that is so annoying! I've been doing this lately -- screwing up and then getting so mad at myself. Like when I accidently erased the last five pictures on the digital camera -- the ones of me and Ella and Nicola in the snow off I-5 on the way back from our Xmas trip to Oregon. Probably not even good photos, but I was furious for like 2 days that I'd done something so careless) spelled out the positive habits I've failed at keeping in the past year, and the negative habits that flourish and thrive.
Instead of recapping that depressing BS, how about instead I focus on the good habits/patterns of behavior (same thing? fine line) that we are working on around here: writing here, following our budget, stashing the credit cards, getting a handle on the financial stuff, dealing with household clutter, telling my sister "I love you" when we get off the phone, letting go of frustration over my Dad's crap, talking through emotions and life's pecadilloes and not letting them get built up, playing "what was your favorite thing today" at the dinner table with Ella.
Nicola informs me that my typing things was perhaps not a habit but a quirk. To-may-toe, to-mah-toe. Aren't all quirks habits, but not all habits are quirks? In junior high math, this would be represented by a small circle with "quirks" in it, encompassed by a larger circle labeled "habits."
Going to go. New habit: hitting the sack before 9:30 on weekend nights. A new habit in preparation for having a baby.
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What I'm listening to: Everclear, Songs from an American Movie, Vol. I
Crap. How frustrating.
OK. Back to petitte or petite or pettite or whatever. I was just about to spin an anecdote about 9th grade typing class at Chatham Township Junior High (the one year they had 9th graders in limbo). Mrs. Millman was the teacher -- small (nee petite), dark hair, fluorescent makeup, polyester slacks, smelled faintly like Marlboro Lights, which she was probably grabbing between classes out on the loading dock with Mr. Cole.
After I took typing, I had this weird habit of "air typing" -- I would think of sentences and paragraphs and words in my head and I would move my fingers as if I was touch typing them. Over and over again. I suppose it was practicing, but this habit became something I would do all the time. I would try to think of the longest words that you could type using just one hand or just one finger. "Deeded" -- all using the middle finger of the left hand. So is "ceded"...and I'm sure I thought of others. Never told anybody about this habit, don't think it was a noticeable thing. Just kind of a weird thing I kept to myself.
So, I can develop habits. The last version of this post (FUCK! that is so annoying! I've been doing this lately -- screwing up and then getting so mad at myself. Like when I accidently erased the last five pictures on the digital camera -- the ones of me and Ella and Nicola in the snow off I-5 on the way back from our Xmas trip to Oregon. Probably not even good photos, but I was furious for like 2 days that I'd done something so careless) spelled out the positive habits I've failed at keeping in the past year, and the negative habits that flourish and thrive.
Instead of recapping that depressing BS, how about instead I focus on the good habits/patterns of behavior (same thing? fine line) that we are working on around here: writing here, following our budget, stashing the credit cards, getting a handle on the financial stuff, dealing with household clutter, telling my sister "I love you" when we get off the phone, letting go of frustration over my Dad's crap, talking through emotions and life's pecadilloes and not letting them get built up, playing "what was your favorite thing today" at the dinner table with Ella.
Nicola informs me that my typing things was perhaps not a habit but a quirk. To-may-toe, to-mah-toe. Aren't all quirks habits, but not all habits are quirks? In junior high math, this would be represented by a small circle with "quirks" in it, encompassed by a larger circle labeled "habits."
Going to go. New habit: hitting the sack before 9:30 on weekend nights. A new habit in preparation for having a baby.
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What I'm listening to: Everclear, Songs from an American Movie, Vol. I
// posted by Bill @ 8:59 PM 
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i lost my first blog post twice before i actually got it posted. it got less interesting each time i re-wrote it. frustrating!!!
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