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Saturday, May 13, 2006
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Death of the Excel Spreadsheet was written around July 2005, when I was in Bethesda (near Washington D.C). It never had a title till I uploaded it on Myspace.
But the story behind it is pretty straightforward.
I used to live by my Excel Spreadsheets, where my schedule, budget, notes, decision making models, private journals etc were stored on. I woke up to a spreadsheet. I went through them before I slept.
Shortly after completing my studies at San Francisco State, I spent 3 weeks with my good friend Jeff at his place in Bethesda, Maryland.
I never looked at the spreadsheets. I woke up with no plan, and did nothing everyday, but eat, watch MTV2, play guitar, talk nonsense, and maybe go for walks in the neighbourhood, factory outlet shopping.
I didn't set any goals, and didn't care about being "organized" or "productive"... and it was quite liberating. I wrote this song on one of those lazy afternoons, while reflecting on what was going on at that point in my life, about the quiet satisfaction of having no plans, and just existing in each moment for what it's worth...
Those were good times.
Fast forward to today, I'm back in robot mode, but not as hardcore, and I don't use an Excel Spreadsheet... I have another Personal Information manager for that! =P
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Saturday, May 13, 2006
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The Death of the Excel Spreadsheet
shout out to no one again an hour ago i had a friend no, i dont want to get out of bed i dont want any of it we know, we know, so let's pretend its happy inside tonight well romp dupont circle in search of meaning take the train back home in time believing when i see u again, lets pray it wont look different at all, or else no, i dont want to get out of bed i dont want any of it
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