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September
2002 Archive
Monday, September 30, 2002Hermit CrabMy perspective on things is shifting so frequently that it's tough to post news. Business is tough - I have work, but it's moving at a snail's pace, which means I can't get things completed and invoiced. That's one of the definite downsides of freelancing, you schedule your own time, but you can't schedule your client's time. Limbo while the bills pile up. Not fun. So,
I'm trying not to take the financial famine as too much of my
identity. Just gotta say, "It'll work out...It'll work out..."
And as I projected push had to come to shove for me to start building
my online store. Push has come to shove, and I finally
began work on the thing. It's going well, but no link to it on
the site yet. Still dozens of products to get in there, layout
to fuss with, kinks to work out. In
the meantime, I'm a bit of a hermit crab, hiding in my shell,
working on things out on the inside. The
Sausage Deserved It
Thursday, September 26, 2002Growl.Can the rejuvenate effects of a vacation disappear instantaneously? Why, yes, they can.
Sunday, September 22, 2002Favorite moments from the weekend:-o- rilly, rilly good ginger ice cream at Sebastian Joe's -o- talking to my aunt Nancy in the driveway at the cabin, standing in the sun -o- walking with aunts Myrna and Barb -o- gazing at a big sky full of Cumulus clouds on the ride back to the Twin Cities -o- Burgundy (sister) turning to Mike (her fiancee) and saying, "I like lookin' at you." -o- right now watching Louis, the Rhodesian ridgeback, walk around with toilet paper stuck to his paw. Posted on 9/22/2002 09:11:23 PM
Friday, September 20, 2002Random Notes from the Land of Loons:White People Can Dance Adrian Piper's Funk Lessons rocked. I went to the Walker Art Center yesterday and saw "One Planet Under a Groover: Hip Hop and Contemporary Art" and Piper's 1983 15 minute video running a workshop teaching white people to dance was terribly charming. The exhibition was "ahhh-ite" (all right), but felt a bit heavy on the Keith Haring. Some cool stuff - two other standouts were Nikki S. Lee's self-portraiture submerging herself in different cultures (check out her site for her transformations) and the Fluxus gangsta kit (so sorry I didn't jot down the artist and title) Art
is Neat. Survivor Allergies Domesticated
Animals
Off
to the cabin in a handful of hours!
Monday, September 16, 2002ClassOn September 12th, I was a big fan of class reunions. On September 14th, I was not. Apparently, I was a fan of the idea of reunions, not the execution. While I did have a few lovely conversations it was all in all, an ass-biting evening. Folks were generally reticent to carry on the obligatory "So, whatcha up to" conversations. Nobody could be less interested in what I was doing. And some asshole classmate of mine (that I didn't know and wouldn't've recognized) was sent on a mission from my asshole dad to confront me with an obscene remark. My dad's lackey was thwarted by his well-meaning, but inebriated and incoherent fiancee who pulled me into the bathroom after asking "Is your dad Bob?" She told me of the plan to embarrass and shame me, and she was directed by her husband-to-be to find the "dork with glasses" wearing the Agerbeck nametag to carry off my father's brilliant plan. I was totally thrown into an inexplicable, truly Jerry Springer moment. No desire to go into details. My father doesn't deserve the time or energy. I
learned that if anyone ever asks me again "Is your dad Bob?" To
answer, "Yes. He is no longer part of my life and I have nothing
to say about him" and refuse to be pulled into bathrooms. Reunion
most definitely confirmed my sense of accomplishment in these
last ten years and put a vast distance between me and Fridley,
Minnesota.
Wednesday, September 11, 2002Plain Ol' Tuckered OutIn 5 hours I'll be pulling out of Union Station on an Amtrak train. Six weeks ago I returned from a trip from Minnesota after taking a fantastic class in Minneapolis. While there, I found out my class reunion was in six weeks, Girl's Weekend (annual relaxin' and snackin' fest) in seven weeks. So, rather than miss one or the other, or take two trips. I decided that I was going to do both in one trip, which meant another 10 day excursion to Minnesota. At
first I thought that I was terribly spoiled to be going to Minnesota
again so soon and for another week and a half. Granted, this flexibility
in one's schedule is a perk of working for yourself. Then I looked
at what client work needed to be done in those six weeks, and
thought that if I had not lost my mind in that time, I would deserve
that time off. Well,
it's finally the day to step on the train. Remarkably, I'm still
standing and still have some of my sense of humor in tact. So,
off for some much needed R&R. Reunion And
another plus to reunion, is that it is a marker of time. At the
five-year, I brought along my rubber stamp catalog which was still
pretty new. Here's
where my brain hurts. 5 years ago, I didn't have this site! I
had never built a site. Barely went online. That is in-fuckin-credible
- how much I've accomplished in 5 years. Perfect antidote for
all the self-flagellation I do for the projects I haven't accomplished. Un-fuckin-believable. Howdy,
Neighbor Jim's
apartment hunt was slow going until he called one day to tell
me about a place he really, really liked. Then he told me the
cross streets. I said, "Hey, waittaminute you're going to live
on the same block as me." Supercool.
I'm very excited. But, also, I also starting to feel self-conscious
about my neighborhood and think, "Gee, I hope Jim likes it." eBay
Victory! Back
to packing, kids...
Saturday, September 07, 2002Holy shit. Something is terribly wrong. For the last 15 minutes, my eyes have been wigging out. A lot like having bring spots of light in my eyes that don't go away. I can't focus on some areas of my field of vision. So fucking scary. I've been on the computer a lot these days, but not so much today.Only a slight headache currently. Tons of stress for the last six weeks. Working round the clock on client work. Was put in one very intense situation in which I could not win. Just responded to that the best way I could. Felt good about that, but there's no true resolution.Then
this eye thing kick in. Insanre.
Forgive
any typos. It's getting worse. Gotta go to bed NOW. Part
II - 12 hours later Now
I'm awake, eyesight's fine, and headache's 95% gone. That
was very scary last night. Never had anything happen like that
before. I have a history of migranes, and even though I was sensitive
to light sometimes, but I've never lost focus like that. Incredible.
Keep
breathing. Part
III Anyhow,
I feel some resolution and hope it doesn't happen again for a
very, very long time.
Friday, September 06, 2002Ortho EvraHuh. I'm surprised women would rather wear a visible patch than take a pill every day. Maybe there's other benefits I'm missing, or it's hip to wear a patch, or women figure they'll just hide it most of the time. Huh. Blog-lite Heil
Cell Phone Hey,
see the fascinating thoughts I'm coming up with these days?
Wednesday, September 04, 2002In short"If
you're going through Hell, keep going."
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