I just stopped reading a book to check if a number that popped into my
head was prime. It was. I figured it was but had to check.
My skills aren't all that useful.
My oldest son will be a better piano player than I am in weeks, not
years. It's both wonderful and depressing. Musical instruments and
languages are both things he can master without much effort. I have
Farsi, Arabic, Tagalog, Malay, and Cantonese training materials
waiting in the wings while he masters German, Spanish, Korean,
Japanese, and Mandarin.
I can't even speak my native language.
I took piano lessons for nearly a decade and ...
My skill is numbers. Useless. It sucks when a checkout person asks
someone for their telephone number. The digits are automatically
stored and it is hard for me not to factor the ten digits into their
prime constituents. I've learned to fight the urge but it isn't all
that rare for me to wake up in the middle of the night to complete the
task.
I'd prefer to be able to learn languages or to be a better musician.
I did well this past week. I didn't back away when someone cried in my
office. Instead, I did what I could to help make things right. I
calmed my self and ...
****, I was tempted to use the situation to my advantage. I didn't, of
course, but can easily admit that I'm not pure.
None of us are, I suppose. Perhaps the sum total of our lives as a net
positive to society is our resistance to what is probably our basic
nature: take what you can get when you can get it.
It's nice here. Lots of birds, lots of flowers, lots of ...
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