"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."

--Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

A very long day yesterday. I spent 12 hours on or around the subject of music. The good news is I had a much better time than actually working 12 hours. It is one of the great wonders of people that we never conceive of the passage of time in the same way. A class may drag and cause much "watch looking" in the course of only 50 minutes. And yet, I myself have spent many "short" hours interacting with beautiful people.

If we, as a species, ever figure out how to lengthen the good times and shorten the bad, I predict the cessation of all productivity. Oh, and a superfluity of wretched romantic poetry.

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