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July 2003 ArchiveWednesday, July 30, 2003 ModI have the reoccuring dream that I'm going back to Grinnell for my senior year and that I get to immerse myself into esoteric studies. I have this dream a lot. Often it's art classes, sometimes a really obscure seminar. Last night held a new class. In my dream, I entered a big studio classroom and found out that I would be building a scale model based on modern architecture. That was the assignment for everyone. Mine solution was going to be a combination of the Eames house and my future house I've got in my head. I was really excited about it in my dream. I woke up and snoozed and daydreamed about it. Now that would be much nicer and more fun than my reality right now. Armadillo I wish I was an armadillo. I just want to curl up in a ball. I am working my ever-lovin' ass off the past 3 weeks. I am tired. I am completely broke. While I've made progress on some things, other things are thwarting me. Like clients hiding behind red tape instead of paying me for work I have done. I could get into a nice juicy rant here, but I try to keep client work off the blogs as much as possible. All in all, I'm exhausted, pissed off and broke - yet I still have an enormous amount of things to do before I go to Minnesota for my sister's wedding. I AM looking forward to the pre-wedding week and the wedding itself. Just hoping to make it on the mind with a clear and sane mind. Fun. Fun. Fun. posted on 7/30/2003 09:37:56 AM
Tuesday, July 29, 2003Full moonI just got mooned. As I turned the corner at the big intersection by my house, I happened to look across the street as a a large hairy man was dropping trou. He and his two other big, hairy cohorts laughed. Perhaps I've come across a colony of bears in their natural habitat? I went to check my business mail. They were hailing a cab. As I turned the corner again to go home, the cabbie pealed off with one of them shouting, "Fuck you, asshole." Perhaps I wasn't the only one mooned. 1 pm on a Tuesday afternoon - cheap thrills in the neighborhood. posted on 7/29/2003 01:07:10 PM
Friday, July 25, 2003Dirty AnimalsI was in Pittsburgh to work Wednesday with Diane and Peter of Alphachimp Studio. Tuesday night, we were eating Thai food before seeing the Pittsburgh Civic Light Opera's opening night of Funny Girl. Peter told me the story of a a mutual friend who got his hands on one of his parents' forbidden dirty fortune cookies. While at the time he didn't understand the fortune, he knew it was naughty, "He don't come, she don't come, but baby come. How come?" Classy. I lobbed back this story. My aunt and uncle, who also owned the ever-popular saggy-pants-wearing-clown cactus planter, had two tiny ceramic turtles. The shells were maybe 2" in diameter, dark brown glaze. More naturalistic than cartoony. Once I turned them over to see that one had a penis and one had boobies. My eyes got wide and I didn't know what to do with this visual information. At this point a dazed Diane said, "Turtles don't have boobies." She's right. Or perhaps some herpetologist will correct me telling me that there are boobies under the shell. But being egg layers it doesn't compute. posted on 7/25/2003 10:53:31 PM
Monday, July 21, 2003MY PEOPLE!From The Quirkyalone "How quirkyalone are you? Your score was 115. Very quirkyalone: Relatives may give you quizzical looks, and so may friends, but you know in your heart of hearts that you are following your inner voice. Though you may not be romancing a single person, you are romancing the world. Celebrate your freedom on National Quirkyalone Day, February 14th!" "We inhabit singledom as our natural resting state." "Quirkyalones have vibrators." True and true. And I was nodding loudly at this page. posted on 7/21/2003 06:52:57 PM
Thursday, July 17, 2003My Friend ClippyI like the paper clip in Microsoft Word. I know I'm in the minority. I know I've been spending too much time doing computer work. I get out of the house today! posted on 7/17/2003 09:35:08 AM
Tuesday, July 15, 2003NO FREAKIN' WAY!I cannot believe Dat Phan won over my boy, Dave Mordal. CURSES! [Slapping Last Comic Standing voting audience on the wrist] Dave and Rich DO need a show together. Don't forget the hot tub schtick. Dave, you're my fave. (Note: I could link to Dat Phan's site, but I found it too canned to endorse.) 180 Degrees. This time last week I was proverbially biting my nails over my complete lack of work. I was weeding out my music and book collections to sell on Half.com, the only income of this languid summer. Considering whether anyone would buy my crap on eBay. Vasilating between casting leads and getting stuff done on the site and being in an inert funk with my head spinning on how the bills were going to get paid. It all change Wednesday. First thing that morning, I got a project I had written a proposal for the day before. Next, I got a lead (wrote the proposal tonight) for another project. That afternoon friends/colleagues in Pittsburgh called to hire me for a day later in the month. One more lead via email (didn't pan out). I felt like I was on the phone all day. When I woke up that morning literally the only thing on my calendar was Saturday's gig at Old Town School's Root and Folk Festival. By Friday it was comfortably booked. My theory is that it was a post-holiday surge. I figure folks got back to their desks Monday, but still nursing the holiday hangover. Tuesday was in limbo, and by Wednesday they were ready to get some shit done. Pure speculation, though. Out of those 4 leads that day, one was a friend's referral, one was a geographically distant colleague's referral, one was folks who have worked with me and one was from a woman in Vancouver who found me in via About.com. You never can tell. None of those leads were ones I had cast. Friday, I added another project to the books. I'm not going on any spending sprees, but extremely relieved and thankful that my bills are covered for this month and next. A lot easier working on other leads and ventures knowing that something's booked. Back to the grindstone... posted on 7/15/2003 09:06:21 PM
Wednesday, July 09, 2003Magnificent!Click here to see the amazing photo of yesterday's clouds. It's desktop wallpaper, so if you're feeling stormy, use it. posted on 7/9/2003 10:31:43 PM
Tuesday, July 08, 2003BlogathonI'm thinking of participating in Blogathon 2003. Hmmmm, what charity to blog for? Perhaps a Art/Work blogathon of drawings? posted on 7/8/2003 01:47:37 PM Holy
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Monday, July 07, 2003Heat ComaI got back last night from Champaign-Urbana, where Shea and Kathleen were sore and sickly but lovely Fourth of July hosts. Lots of great conversation with them and their guests. Much smoked meat eaten, much soda drunken. Drank? As imitable hosts they sent me off on the train with porn and barbeque. Uh, erotica and smoked pork loin. A train ride does go more quickly with libidinous reading material. I am SO glad I sucked it up and remedied my missed Thursday train rather than wallowing here for the weekend. Shea and Kathleen know good people, make good food and have a lovely new house. Today I've been in a heat coma. Actually there was a significant rain storm this morning that made the apartment cool and lured me into sleeping longer. So, I slept a lot. Since I was sleeping into the daytime sun and heat I now feel like I've got corn syrup running through my veins. Time to reset with a shower and a few errands and likely another shower. Shea and Kathleen's air conditioning was dreamy. This summer I'm AC-less due no money for the building's $300 air conditioning fee. I think they're warranted in charging something since we don't pay utilities, but $300 feels steep. Fundamentally, it's $300 I don't have. posted on 7/7/2003 02:08:52 PM
Saturday, July 05, 2003HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!My Me blog turns 3 today! Hooray! posted on 7/5/2003 11:50:47 AM
Thursday, July 03, 2003Wah Wah WahI missed my train to Champaign-Urbana today. I was running late so I grabbed a cab I couldn't afford. Slow cabbie, traffic. I cut my losses at Grand and State, when I realized that my train was 15 minutes from departing and it could easily take 30 more minutes to traverse the traffic. Went home, called my host, cried. I've been in a real fickle way the last three weeks. I blame it on cocktail of being too hot and too broke. I summed it up in my head, "Usually I kick ass. Right now I'm just messed up." Later after some food, a call from my hosts and some work on the shop, I calmed down and called Amtrak. Got a ticket for tomorrow. Try, try again. Need a cool bath and some sleep. posted on 7/3/2003 10:08:57 PM
Tuesday, July 01, 2003Last Comic StandingI want Dave Mordal and Rich Vos to have a show together in that bathtub. Cracks my shit up. And, sorry Tere, while I was surprised that you only got 20%, you were a weak link in the house. For anyone who cares, this is my breakdown: Really funny: Dave, Cory, Rich, Tess, Ralphie. Not-so-funny: Geoff, Rob, Dat. posted on 7/1/2003 11:50:34 PM My
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