March Madness Day 20
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The sun is out, it’s forecast to be in the 70s today and up to 80 tomorrow. It’s the first day of spring. I’m sitting outside Darwin’s in a t-shrt, it feels wonderfully fresh and warm, and yet there’s something holding me back from really enjoying it. What, oh what could that be…
I feel totally paralyzed, still, by that question Zoe asked on Friday. What can you say about your results? I just don’t know. What are the two points do I want to make? What am I trying to say? What question is this morphospace project answering? Fuck.
Beau helped tremendously in DSA today. Somehow, talking it all through crystallized for me that there’s only one way out, and that’s through me. The help is going to come from nowhere, so I need to muscle my own way through it. Asking for help, being humble and self-critical and loyal to the truth is going to get me nowhere. I’ve had the best results in the past when I’ve been confident, self-assured, argued by advocacy and basically played the part of the blowhard. That’s just what I’ll have to do to get through this.
