I Want To and Do Not Want To

I do not want to make a spreadsheet detailing the likely arrival dates of the various components of my boards so I can plan when we will be testing what.

I want to find a quiet place where I know I won't be interrupted and force myself to focus on developing character through reaction and dialog.

I do not want to chase down the right software / firmware dude(s) so I can learn how to control the power delivery system for when I am testing my boards.

I want to perform deep surveys of Gold Rush-era source materials and develop a vision for time and place that shatters the lazy common perceptions thereof and illustrate therewith an amazingly vibrant and semi-chaotic orchestration of interacting societies that modern readers find irresistible.

I do not want to search for creative and non-invasive ways to network with the architects and designers working on a certain initiative so that I can organically become one of them, i.e. a designer working on that initiative.

I want to get my trumpet chops back well enough to record intriguing mixes of deep house dance tracks and haunting melodies on a live horn.

I do not want to study the arcane details of calculating the cost basis for a mutual fund that was set up to reinvest dividends so I can make the smartest choice tax-wise when liquidating an asset.

I want to get my vocal harmonizing chops beck well enough to join a group that entertains people more than they expect it to.

I want to work on our cars so that they all run like finely tuned machines.

I want to fix up the bicycles not only so kids can ride when they want but so I can too, in bicycle-centric non-competitive social events whose participants appreciate artistic enhancements to the machinery.

I want to design and build the vastly-improved next generation of the machine I built a few years ago out of eviscerated bicycles, the seat from a porch swing, and the motive guts of a battery-powered wheelchair.

(I would really like to initiate a project that pulls in funding and contract skilled labor of various sorts to realize my expanded vision of a mutant vehicle (aka "art car") that completely wows people at Burning Man, but I'm not unloaded enough yet for that. A friend of a friend built El Pulpo Mecanico and the thing I like is the chance to host really interesting people, as he has per the linked article, and show them a mind-blowing time.)

Okay, want want want. I dove into this as a tool for procrastination. Now I have to go do all the things I do not want to do.