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April 2001 ArchiveMonday, April 30, 2001I have officially failed on a project.My
batting average is pretty frickin high, but it still feels awful
to strike out. And
if I'm using sports metaphors, something is really wrong.
Saturday, April 28, 2001Eating bacon pizza, drinking RC Cola and watching a video tour of the Louvre.Posted on 4/28/2001 10:09:18 PM
Friday, April 27, 2001Ugh. Riding a rollercoaster these days. Some days it's fun like a old wooden one with lots of supercool, stomachdropping dips. Some days it's the kind with the sadistic over the shoulder harness that turns my head into a heavy, fleshy pinball ricocheting in that foot of space.Posted on 4/27/2001 08:08:25 PM Dammit.
I ended up posting the same blog two days in a row. The first
time it didn't seem to "take" and I got a page saying Blogger
was down. So, I reposted in the past tense the next day. Today
I see both have posted. I hope it's delightful to read twice.
Tuesday, April 24, 2001Yesterday was my first +90% Brandy day in awhile. I've been working a lot, what feels like nonstop, since last September. Sometimes I handle it better than other times. I've only been doing client work, no work for myself (other than barely keeping my apartment livable). So, I'm on autopilot in a lot of ways. Not really happy, not really sad. Just just.Yesterday
I felt really happy. I did client work that's goooooood.
My work is always solid, I'm no slouch, but I don't always fall
in love with my work. I did yesterday. And I listened to great
music (Aimee Mann and Tom Jones, but not together). And I listened
to interesting things on NPR. And I made a fantastic mixed cd
called "Torch & Croon" all the jazz standards I love to belt out.
And I went to a meeting. I was pretty cheeky and occasionally
disruptive, but I liked the people around me and had fun. I
hope it's the start of a good run of days.
Friday, April 20, 2001Very strange day. It's one of the first warm days of true Spring. Not pseudo-Spring where it is warm, but it's going to snow again and mess with your mind.Spring's
not my best season. I'm not the biggest fan of warm weather. I'm
much happier in cool weather, so the first humid, warm weather
reminds me that I've got a long grody summer ahead. Also, when
I was living on the academic calendar, Spring meant the culmination
in all my studies and extra curriculum activities, so it was a
time of much excitement and loads more stress. The smell of the
trees blooming and that generally green smell of Spring brings
up lots of memories. Good and bad. So many that I can't focus
and feel very fickle. I guess it's what they call Spring Fever.
Thursday, April 19, 2001I saw Blow. It blew. Wouldn't recommend it. But I did like seeing Franke Potente and Jordi Mollà for the first time. And Penelope Cruz looked awful, even when she was suppose to look alluring. She looked like a flesh-covered stick wearing sequins and too much hair.Posted on 4/19/2001 10:47:03 PM
Wednesday, April 18, 2001Damn. This morning I thought of something opportune to write here today. It's gone. Probably swept away in the pain of my caffeine withdrawal headache. Ugh.Posted on 4/18/2001 11:15:47 PM
Sunday, April 15, 2001Ok. So, all is not lost. Within a humorless project, there can be glimmers of humor. Like yesterday morning. I was listening to Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me on NPR. One of the questions was about the phasing out of Clippy the Microsoft Office Paper Clip. I think I'm part of the 2% of the human race with the Clippy-Doesn't-Make-Me-Want-To-Hurt-People-Gene. But I digress.According
to it's resume,
Clippy has a degree from Brown in Semiotics. The same education
as Ira Glass.
This is really funny if you are either another NPR radio personality,
or are a geek like me who just has this in her head as general
knowledge. To
listen to the segment, go here.
To hear the following quiz about my much beloved Peeps, go here.
Fred Willard is the welcomed celebrity guest who is faced with
the challenge. By
the way, today is Easter, which in my world merely means the end
of Peeps
Season. I mourn. But tomorrow, I'll be stocking up on bargain
marshmallow foodstuffs.
Saturday, April 14, 2001Fuck.Those
who have seen my bad/frustrated/angry side, know I have a sailor's
mouth and a temper. As I grow up more and more, it takes more
and more for me to get to the breaking point. Fuck. Yesterday
was the deadline for a hefty website redesign project. The design
part was smooth sailing, I improved the sites User Interface by
leaps and bounds. But the implementation has bitten me in the
fucking ass. The last designers left a gigantic f-ing mess in
the file structure and Mercantec SoftCart is one of the Inner
circles of hell. I'm working through a pdf guide that half explains
things, the web interface of the SoftCart database must have been
designed by a retarded monkey and Mercantec's site is 90% Sales
Pitch and 10% helpful. Fuck.
Monday, April 09, 2001Argh. Nothing like 2 broken elevators and 12 flight of stairs yesterday to make my calves feel wooden yet painful today. Good thing I've got a whole week of extra-sedentary web work stretched out before me. Late nights, caffeine, basking in the glow of my monitor. Intermittent stress-reducing hot baths. Learning the mysteries of a application I do not know.Envy
me. Envy me.
Saturday, April 07, 2001It's one of those strange apocolyptic-like Saturdays. Contributing factors:A sunny, 82º day out of nowhere. Yesterday it was raining in sheets. Superwindy. I live in a fabulous corner apartment. Had I opened a window on both the North side and the East side of the apartment, the apartment would have been caught in a vortex and look even more ransacked than it does now. As the sun set, the light as reflected off of a rather shaky top floor window of an apartment in the neighboring building. I sat here watching Rick Steves on PBS wondering why it looked like a strobe light in here. Really freaky. With one window being opened, I catch all sort of strange noises shut off from me normally. And sound carries far too well up 12 stories. The full moon now rising just above that neighboring building is gorgeous and really fucking bright. This afternoon I took the nap of the dead. It felt amazing great, but was freakishly sound. Enough.
82º,
sunny and windy here in Chicago today. There are tiny little whitecaps
out on Lake Michigan. So tiny that they look silly, not at all
formidable. I took the perfect nap this afternoon. Very important
with the last throes of a head cold.
Friday, April 06, 2001Ok, whoever sent me the eCard of Benicio Del Toro (in green velvet tux with purple ruffled shirt from Snatch), as if written by Benicio Del Toro, just won many points! Very charming. But the card is especially funny considering the whacked out dreams I had last night. I won't divulge the details of my subconscious, and you'll make whatever assumptions you want anyhow.Posted on 4/6/2001 09:07:13 PM
Tuesday, April 03, 2001"Just as the pancreas secretes insulin, the brain secretes stories."-Lawrence Weschler Right
on, Lawrence Weschler. Last night I watched Ira Glass and Lawrence
Weschler have a conversation as a program for The
Center for Public Intellectuals. Some interesting stuff -
mostly I was happy to be away from the house and client work getting
a little mental stimulation. Although I've been completely drowning
in client work, my mind has been entertaining itself. Mostly ideas
about visual language and semiotics. These days semiotics is the
thing I'd most likely go to grad school for. It encompasses so
much of the ideas I get really excited about - language (verbal,
visual, written), symbols, narrative - all that. Here's
a few bits and pieces to check out: Ira
Glass's radio show, This
American Life Lawrence
Weschler's writing,
especially Mr.
Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder The
Elephant's Memory, a pictorial language created by Timothy
Ingen Housz KWIKPOINT
- The International Traveler's Visual Translator
Sunday, April 01, 2001Illnesses this season = 4. Ugh. Sick again.Posted on 4/1/2001 09:42:24 PM |
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