Color In Between the Lines

If I should stay,
I would only be in your way.
So I’ll go, but I know
I’ll think of you ev’ry step of the way.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.
You, my darling you. Hmm.

Bittersweet memories
that is all I’m taking with me.
So, goodbye. Please, don’t cry.
We both know I’m not what you, you need.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.

(Instrumental solo)

I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you’ve dreamed of.
And I wish to you, joy and happiness.
But above all this, I wish you love.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I, I will always love you.

You, darling, I love you.
Ooh, I’ll always, I’ll always love you.

Whitney Houston – “I Will Always Love You”

Yeah, it’s cheesy, but hey; it brings back faint glimmers of a wonderful evening, and I’ll take every little bit I can get my hands on.

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0, 17, 28, 32, redline <shift>; 36, 42, 61, redline <shift>; 67, 76, 82 redline <shift>, one eye on the broken yellow lines, and the other on the lookout for boars. Takeaways: My transmission is still crying. Long, deserted forest roads are great. Diesel motors are fun. They’re even more fun when you’ve got a leased car.

The P1s of Villecerf hosted the “Integration Party” at their lovely stone-walled compound on Saturday night. I have to say, it was pretty fun. Well done, guys. Thanks for giving me a great excuse to procrastinate on everything that I was supposed to do this weekend. The good times are soon to stop, though, as I feel this was the calm before the storm.

Our P3 schedules are starting to pick up, with a torrent of deliverables coming due in the next week and change. Those taking Market Driving Strategies (great class, great professor; you know you’re in for a ride when a mechanical engineer is teaching one of the best marketing courses at INSEAD) have their giant company report due on Friday. Those (un)fortunate enough to be taking the very, very, very academic Corporate Entrepreneurship (as much as I’m on the fence about this one, it’s also a great class, even though it’s taught by a LBS strategy wonk with a penchant for black pants of the tight and tighter variety) have a paper due in a few hours, which I should probably get around to writing sometime.

What with International Political Analysis presentations, the resuming of Macroeconomics lectures after a week-long hiatus, and the whole pool of “oh, you mean there’s more to life than INSEAD” thoughts doing a leisurely breaststroke through my head, I’m not sure when I’ll find time to breathe until P3 is over.

A good friend who I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing in a handful of years asked me tonight, “DTLF, what do you want out of this? Really. Rationally. Think about it. Think about how you’re going to get it, and if it’s even possible. Will it make you happy? Then think about how much you’re willing to give up in order to get it.”

It was sound advice, albeit a bit trite. So, what if I know what I want, know it’ll bring a little (ok, maybe more than a little) zest to this blogger’s existence, and am willing to lay it all on the line to get it, but haven’t the foggiest about the rest? Thinking it through, rationally, makes perfect sense, but rationality and reason are the bane of passion and life; so I’ll play the hand, short-stacked, against the odds, and pray for Lady Luck to smile on me, just this once.

Hit it, dealer.