Working through a skein of incompatible bits of monocultural missives as of late, trying to figure out why exactly it is that production == 0.

Peter Drucker recently said not to ask for permission, and I took that as a Good.

Again 4 or 5 times recently I've heard this television-era dime store cultural aikido self-help pith which says that we can't excel without a goal somewhere (vaguely) dead ahead of us.

On Saturday I went to a small party with the guitar I hadn't played in six months and played something vaguely derivative of El Camino for a number of hours.

I realized today that the whole fucking problem is that I had goals two months ago and now I'm only left with doing things for the doing itself. I should've known better than to let some trite cultural widget slip into my mental pocket.

Somewhere on the continuum between not asking permission and infinite flamenco guitar is the isolated hum that is the tao of "do for doing" that I've forgotten these many years.

obOSS: major progress on testing for new CorEngine authentication classes tonight.