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June
2001 Archive
Saturday,
June 30, 2001
Ok,
I just came across this on the Chicago Public Library site and thought
it obscure and charming:
TOP TEN RABBIT NAMES IN THE U.S.
1. Thumper
2. Flopsy
3. Charlie
4. Fudge
5. Rosie
6. Smokey
7. Snowy
8. Daisy
9. George
10. Molly
Source:
The Top Ten of Everything 2001 by Russell Ash
posted
on 6/30/2001 04:51:34 PM
Tuesday,
June 26, 2001
Today
I got my first (of two necessary) root canals. Thanks to a great
endodontist, Dr. Gilbert, I had a nearly pain-free experience. Granted,
I was not in chronic pain, so I'm sure my preemptive procedure put
me ahead of the game. But I can report an anti-root-canal-as-hell-on-earth
experience. Dr. Gilbert and his assistant Eve put me at ease right
away. The only pain was the shot of Novocain that goes in the inside
of your mouth, near the roof. But that pain was slight and momentary.
They described the strange metal tooth collar and rubber dam contraption
that keeps my spit off them and the targeted tooth clean. And then
the work began. Yes, the burning tooth smell, intermittent tugging
and awful noises weren't pleasant, but it absolutely didn't hurt.
And I was done in 45 minutes! I was fascinated by their jargon,
naming numbers and chemicals back and forth. My guess was that the
numbers represented various sizes of little files used to clean
out my tooth. I'll have to investigate that. Also, I was impressed
that every time I stirred even the tiniest bit, Dr. Gilbert asked
me if I was ok. I was, mostly just flinching at a couple especially
nefarious scraping or crunching noises. Or I was sighing.
The
Novocain made me a little blubbermouthed. And I was holding enough
tension in my body during the work to make me a bit of a zombie
when it was over. After 2 hours, the Novocain wore off. As it
did, my tooth and it's neighbors (or rather my gum and jaw) ached.
It was a lot like that dull ache when you get your braces tightened.
Not horrible, but distracting. Continual pain that makes you roll
your eyes every so often from its persistence. Happily, 2 Excedrin
took the pain away. Now the wonder combo of aspirin/acetaminophen/caffeine
has worn off. Not much pain residual pain (11 hours later) at
all. But I'll take some Excedrin PM and toddle off to bed soon.
posted
on 6/26/2001 12:58:48 AM
Alright.
Yesterday I saw the most AMAZING puppet show. Happily, Chicago
hosted the 10-day Puppetropolis,
an international puppet festival. Sadly, Sunday was the last day.
But I did get to a few events during the closing weekend. Most
amazing of which was Snuffhouse
Dustlouse. Anything described as Beckettian and I'm
there. FaultyOptic's
two puppeteers, Liz Walker and Gavin Glover, mezmerized me for
an hour and a half with a beautiful, dark and heart wrenching
performance. I can't do the show justice here. I'll just say 1)
If you have the opportunity to see it, go.
2) It is now number one on my
list of the most incredible theater productions I've
seen.
Be
forewarned, the allusions to David Lynch's Eraserhead are very
appropriate. I was captivated watching the show and left the Sunday
matinee addled for the next half hour. It is very disturbing,
but the disturbance is well worth it.
Posted
on 6/26/2001 12:03:24 AM
Tuesday,
June 19, 2001
Ok,
in the last post I bemoaned my whole constant sleep predicament.
It's either all sleep on next-to-no sleep for me these days. I've
pulled several all-nighters in the last 2 weeks. I had sworn them
off after my tenure at a Big5 Consulting company's rapid-prototyping-space
and it's toxic riguers.
Admittedly,
these are a different type of all-nighter. These are precipitated
by genuine interest and love of my work.
So,
this morning I saw the pre-dawn, again. I make myself go to bed
before it gets too light. If it gets too light, I pull a pair
of black underwear over my head - ridiculous albeit functional
eyeshades. My apartment filling with the slightest amount of morning
light is the eeriest feeling for someone like me who only sees
the dawn. Only if I'm heading out for a early flight or am working
onsite during the winter. Both happen rarely. Normally, I wake
at the crack of 9 am, often 10. I'm a slow starter, like my mom.
And Hell, I don't have any commute.
But
all is well after 4 1/2 hours of shut eye. Today is library day
and I have great errands and socializing on the agenda. And I'm
listening to that musical badass, Tom Jones.
What
could be better?
posted
on 6/19/2001 11:12:19 AM
Monday,
June 18, 2001
I
feel like I've got some sleeping disease! I do not like summer.
I am a sloth in summer. I reluctantly wake up after 10 hours of
sleep, and then I spend my first 3 hours online sluggishly answering
email and not doing much of anything. Yet again it is 1-frickin-pm
and I don't feel like I've accomplished anything. blargh. Well,
ok, the email-morning-thing is true year round, but it's much harder
to snap out of it in the heat, when I feel like I've got corn syrup
going through my veins. And if I go outside, I'm practically done
for the day. So, I am trying to hibernate in my AC as much as possible.
blargh.
Posted
on 6/18/2001 12:59:29 PM
I
feel like I've got some sleeping disease! I do not like summer.
I am a sloth in summer. I reluctantly wake up after 10 hours of
sleep, and then I spend my first 3 hours online sluggishly answering
email and not doing much of anything. Yet again it is 1-frickin-PM
and I don't feel like I've accomplished anything. blargh. Well,
ok, the email-morning-thing is true year round, but it's much
harder to snap out of it in the heat, when I feel like I've got
corn syrup going through my veins. And if I go outside, I'm practically
done for the day. So, I am trying to hibernate in my AC as much
as possible.
blargh.
Posted
on 6/18/2001 12:57:49 PM
This
week I has seen the most remarkable lightning storms. The whole
sky filled with electricity. Mesmerizing. Definitely a plus to
having an apartment full of windows.
Posted
on 6/18/2001 10:46:17 AM
Friday,
June 15, 2001
Ok,
so I've recently come to realize that telling someone about a great
websurfing experience is like telling someone about a dream. Both
are sort of stream of consciousness things and just really can't
be communicated to another person. It is inextricably linked to
the moment and the sites you were just at and what thoughts happen
to be in your brain at the time. It's frustrating for the teller,
and boring for the listener.
Posted
on 6/15/2001 12:47:17 PM
My
blog archives are now reinstated, if you found them missing recently.
Posted
on 6/15/2001 10:33:45 AM
Thursday,
June 14, 2001
PLAYMOBIL
PEOPLE ALWAYS HAVE HAT HAIR.
And
today I registered loosetooth.com for 9 more years - imagine all
the blogs...
posted
on 6/14/2001 03:29:47 AM
Tuesday,
June 12, 2001
Well,
I just found out I need two cavities filled and two root canals.
What fun! So glad I'm on my month off for all this excitement.
Posted
on 6/12/2001 04:12:26 PM
Back
from the International Design Conference in Aspen and better than
ever. And a $400 United voucher richer. More to come...
posted
on 6/12/2001 12:08:55 AM
Tuesday,
June 05, 2001
Holy
shit.
I
am online looking up the speakers at this year's International
Design Conference in Aspen. I'll be on a plane heading towards
it in 26 1/2 hours. I was researching Larry
Keeley, who I soon discovered is the president of Doblin
Group here in Chicago. Interesting lead, I think, since his
company does branding strategy and organizational development
type work. Also we have secret lives as biologists in common.
I look further and read a couple good articles
by him. That's all good. Then I switch several gears and end up
searching sites that link to mine. Well I go to one and read a
news
item about KidCapital.com,
a website design I *just* finished. I thought it was on Arlo's
page, who works for Type
A, who I did the KidCapital work for. Nope! It's the Doblin
Group page, turns out they fund KidCapital.
It's
those recursive turns in my life that lets me know I'm in the
right place.
Now
I need to bonk myself in the head with a big-slumber-hammer, comic-book-style.
Posted
on 6/5/2001 03:36:17 AM
Monday,
June 04, 2001
Gabbing
with female friends about vibrators, parental strangeness, having/not
having children/babies/crotch droppings.
Eating grape tomatoes.
Unexpected and successful trip to Target with best friend, Jim.
Craaaab Raaaaaaaanngoooooon.
My roots magically bleached away.
Freeze Frame by the audacious J. Geils Band
Seeing Moulin Rouge for the first (and certainly not last) time.
Fanfuckintastic.
Posted
on 6/4/2001 02:43:12 AM
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