u2 running through my mind as i sit here thinking of what to say and wondering why it always is so long between jags when it would be easy, it seems, to say something nice each day...perhaps you are familiar with the ebb and flow of my affections in word and possibly in deed as well, so now i'm all self-conscious and whatknot and why didn't that guy have to untie the know instead of just cutting it or was that the point that he just wailed on it instead of damaging his brain needlessly and that's how men solve their problems and now i work with engineers, or shall i say beside them, who get paid to solve some of those problems...when an engineer says it's impossible he only means it's expensive and i don't really want to do it anyway which reminds me of the bid i need to put together for the air plant in town, we have a plant that makes air, how's that for a racket, or is it that they extract stuff from the air and isolate one component from another in exchange for money