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11.28.02 home for the holidays and i'd almost forgotten the cold. it's a california cold, free from the bitter blizzard of cold and snow and ice. but it's cold nevertheless, a damp, grasping cold. thick and moist, the air is wet as if a rain has just ended, the mist of fog rolling around trees and cars and people. happy winter, happy thursday. # zsa-zsa gabor is in a coma after a car accident this morning. i hope she pulls through. # 11.26.02 soon to be heard at dance clubs across the nation... # ipod...refreshed! i'm so happy, like a clam in a sourdough breadbowl, because yesterday i finally sat down and put some of my own music on my ipod. now i'm happy-dancing to modest mouse, gomez, blur. flaming lips, pj harvey, soul coughing, sparklehorse, talking heads, travis, zero 7 and all of the previous residents of my perfect, shiny little box. ahh. music. # 11.25.02 "mother fuckin' god damned son of fucking cunt." the common signal that my boyfriend has embarked on yet another creative endeavor. # the cat continually insists on to batting her pieces of paper under the couch, after which she stands in front of it and looks at me with her most melon-melon-choly until such time as i remove my spectacles, hang my head off the edge so as to rest it against the floor, reach under said couch, arm-deep and beet red while i try to fish out tonight's most-desired disposable toy. # 11.24.02 and before i forget, it's time again for my favorite holiday movie of all time. who wants to watch it with me? i'll throw that holly hunter party yet... # the weather's so strange here. it's warm, hot, t-shirt only, very indian summer as everyone likes to say, just two-some days ago. great! then it's cold, very november-after-all and such, like i should know better. yesterday, day before that, so cold and dreary and there's nothing to do but sit in and watch films and drink hot drinks in mugs. this morning, the sunlight streams in the front windows to warm my bare legs. it's tricky because i don't know what to do with the comforter. this sickness thing, that's getting old too. the boyfriend's got it now, making us one big happy pile of miserable-together. i thought i was coming around, but this morning my voice is packing her bags, undoing the locks. see you next week, love! did i tell you how much fun LA was? many outings with brian and matt made all the dreary work and sicky sick just melt away. with help from vodka and mix, no doubt. and on return, such news! i've got a job, a real offer and a perm position, all the frills and bennies. such simple pleasures. the internet's an interesting place these days. everyone's got something going. i wish i had richard's fluid flow, cos i would run you down the list, very heidi running through the hills and all, my pigtails flying behind me. but i don't so i wont, though i wish you'd help me decide: what's a boy to do when his holden is in town? two world's lads, no need for one of those bizzare crossover episodes. what is this, sweeps? so i'll leave you in good hands, with promises to improve, because you're important to me, because you're special, each and every one of you an important individual who deserves my undivided, undistracted attention. here's hoping your grass grows green in this happy holiday week. # aside to seb: you shoulda asked brian, 'cause he just showed me up. # have you been listening to brian's audio tracks lately? yeee-aaaaa-hhhh. # 11.23.02 i stopped by one of the nearby diners tonight on my way home, to pick up some take out. the hostess who took my order was cute, sort of winnona ryder, but more butch. in a total seinfeld moment, she winked at me. four times. it was bad. was it a twitch? i can't be sure, but i'm a little worried. it's probably not safe to go back there. # 11.21.02 so i've got this idea on spam. the electronic kind. we all know that those tricky ricky's can use HTML email to nab us, with linked image pulls confirming the "alive" status of your address. but what about read-reciepts? a simple thing that i never thought of. is there any way to block these from automatically being issued by your mail client? i've disabled network graphics in HTML email to put a halt to the previous technique, but i'm curious about the reciepts issue. # so i'm sick. miserable sick. i never get sick. it's been something on the order of years since i have gotten sick. it started while i was in LA last weekend, picked up speed such that i was sufficiently bowled over by sunday, and now i'm blogging from the couch because my boyfriend has relegated me (and my cough) to the other side of the room. it's manageable now, just a nasty head cold (and cough). but i hate it nevertheless. i hate being sick, especially being congested. hate, hate hate. the sniffling, the tissue, the tiny army of decongestants; in the end, i'm lucky if i can breath right out of one nasal passage, let alone at all. iit's disgusting and pathetic. pass me the kleenex. # 11.20.02 now everyone can enjoy a piece of the scrumptious eclectic sounds jessie and i just recieved from our friends in chemistry, brian and j. those cool gifty boys! thanks! # 11.19.02 old news usually has no place here, but i just discovered the sad, sad news that Harry Quadracci , CEO of Quad/Graphics passed away in late july of this year. Quadracci was, to me at least, and likely to a number of other students of the printing arts, some kind of icon. for better or for worse, he will be indellibly etched into my conscience as the man with the funny bow tie and the story of founding one of the biggest and best printing companies in the US out of a garage with money borrowed from family. i'm surprised by how sad i am to hear of his passing. # 11.18.02 i'm embarrased to admit that i enjoyed driving my rental car this weekend. i enjoyed it more than i should admit. # 11.16.02 taking into account the statement below, i was smitten this morning by a few great little moments in weekend edition. namely, the interview with todd haynes and a quick story that i simply loved about the greenbay packers. turns out the packers are actually a not-for-profit founded as a "community project" and owned by the fans. there was a really funny and slightly touching phone interview with a woman and her eight year old son who were "owners" and avid greenbay fans. i don't much like sports, but i love people who love things, especially the way these people loved their football team. # in los angeles, i've found one thing that i like. kcrw and npr. i promise to never make fun of david for being so public radio again. how did i ever stay awake at 8 in the morning without this stuff? # 11.15.02 have i told you about my new alarm clock? it's analog. i have a long history with the analog clock. we don't do well in each other's company. especially when i'm half asleep. so it turns out, hey, i don't know how to accurately set analog alarm clock. meaning that instead of getting that oh-so-lazy three hours of sleep i was planning to get tonight, i instead am awoken in the midst of hour-two, when i will slap the alarm, stagger out of bed and make it as far as the toilet and the running of bathwater before i wake up enough to think of checking the time. # 11.14.02 so i've said i wouldn't talk about work, and i wont. but please, folks, c'mon, tell me who sets an invoice in power point?! you know who? the devil, that's who. # 11.13.02
a portrait of our domesticity, on a sunny day, seated on an unattractive loveseat. *note that the haircut featured in picture number 2 should be considered in place of the haircut featured in picture number 1. you know, because the first one makes my head look like a large peanut. # 11.12.02 it's not often that it happens, but i was supposed to be in los angeles tonight. not that i mind sticking around my fair city. it's just a little frustrating to change plans so quickly, and so haphazardly. here's to getting used to it. right in the middle of writing something new and wonderful, i lost my data to an application crash. but i haven't the presence of mind or the guttural ambition to go back and try to revive it. such a loss. i've taken to wearing my contacts again, and thus far it seems to be a change for the better. or at least a change. there are thirteen unfinished entries sitting in my limbo folder. thirteen stories about family, unemployment, cancer, hustling and self-preservation. i'm not sure where any of them will go from here. can you believe i thought about doing one of those November Novels? # 11.11.02 it's out. apple relased the update to mac os x 10.2.2 this afternoon. it includes the addition of journaling capabilities in the filesystem, although this setting is hidden in the non-server version of the OS. (to enable it from the terminal, try "sudo diskutil enableJournal /" or something like that.) if i wasn't laboring under such a performance hit as is, i would give it a try. maybe later. # ways to spend a sunday night: reliving winona's youth by watching Beetlejuice on telemundo. yay for spanish-language dubs! # wait, when did justin timberlake become michael jackson? no, seriously. check out the video. it reminds me of my formative years, when my thug friends and i would hang out in convenience store parking lots drinking and practicing our boyband dance moves. # 11.09.02 new mp3. for david, my favorite singing puerto rican. # there's the whole question of how much to say about work. it's hard, as i get used to it, to this Whole New Thing, to speak of much else. but i'm not one of those people who talk about such things, nosir not to you. i'm not one of those people who talks to you about work. i'm not one of those people who cares enough about it to waste your time. if i turn down the lights, i can see the whole city outside. the neighbors are cooking, talking, sleeping, dressing. down on market street, they've just turned on all the lights, third floor from the top. the clouds sprint over roof tops and far, far away, against the hillside i can see the bright lights from cars swinging around the road's curves, sweeping their narrow gaze through the dense far off night. so i'll find other things to talk about, something else to say. i'm not one of those work people and i'm not going to cheat. bear with me, we may loose our connection. # 11.08.02 today i want to listen to rainy day music and write notes to myself with a fluid smooth pen. growing up, on days like this, my mother would call me in sick to school and we'd sit home together with video rentals. rain days. # pounding wind, pouring rain, shattered glass, elliot smith. pretty faces, gutter rivers, slipping crutches, broken umbrellas. but i'd better be quiet now, i'm tired of wasting my breath, carrying on, getting upset. # do you know what i hate? pop-rock front men. take a perfectly good pop-rock band; good guitar, good drums, good rhythm and good form. they're tight, they're inventive, they've got a good sound. solid pop-rock band. then there's the front man. typically pretty, typically stupid, typically sing-songy, schlocky lyrics. what gives? i'm straining to make out the decent song that's drowning under the weight of the terrible, terrible front man singer. ahhhh, the state of mainstream music! # 11.07.02 right now, it's starting. the rain. we've been expecting it here for a few weeks, really. a coworker told me he had ants last week. "the ants always come in right before it rains," he said to me. the weatherman stood in front of the big green block and told us that we should expect heavy rainfall through the night. i'm so excited. i'm a window man now, windows and buses, so this rain thing takes on a whole new meaning. no longer do i have to walk 12 blocks to get to work or BART. (nice, no more wet pant legs.) no longer does the only window in our apartment look out over the roof's drainage pipe. (nice, no more leaking ceiling.) and work, work is cool. if it rains tomorrow at work, i'll be a pretty happy kid. it's that window! that huge window we've got in my office, looming out over the city's western expanse. so i'm pretty thrilled right now, with the rain noisily pounding away against the windows. plus, now i don't have to wash them. # 11.06.02 funny bit at the register about some wireless keyboard from HP. seems the devices just might send your keystrokes to your neighbor's computer. whoops. # speaking of cute boys, does anyone know anything about that boy gap is using to pitch vests with? there's a huge window display of his face that's really hot. # so, um, jesus, what happend yesterday? # interesting process piece over at the new york times about the negative effects on the accuracy of polling in the age of cell phones, caller id and a public's growing impatience with telephone sollicitation. more interesting will be tomorrow, when we have some idea how their accuracy was affected this year... # 11.04.02 holy shit! after a patient month, chimera 0.6 is out! woot! # since i'm not managing to update very much, why don't you all entertain yourselves with this collection of pictures of a hot brazillian boy. the whole site is in portuguese (or something...) so you don't have to be bothered by distracting things like words. # digital cable: $60 a month so i can watch james lipton make bizzare faces at famous actors. this is luxury. # 11.03.02 british authorities foil attempted kidnaping of former spice girl! news at 11. # cool! judge saves whales (for now). # 11.01.02 somewhere at the edge of my consciousness, i felt something warm brushing against my hand. slowly i began to wake to the repetitive dancing of this unknown perception. i open my eyes and i'm face to face with the big brown eyes of the cat. as she stares up at me, a blissful smile spreads across my sleepy face. she looks back down at my hand, the one dangling over the edge of the bed, turns her tiny little head and sinks her teeth into my fingertip. amazingly, it seems my alarm clock has been broken all week, not going off once, and i didn't notice until yesterday morning. sure, i've been waking up a little late, but that's par for course, so i paid it no mind. it wasn't until the cat, bless her viscous little heart, decided to save me from oversleeping that i realized my trusty little alarm, the battery powered wonder that has driven me through almost 5 years of too-early-mornings, was dead. not that i'll miss it. # « October 2002 | archive index | December 2002 » built with movabletype |
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