January 2004 Archives

And just like that...poof!
No more mix down. Gone. Just lost - after four hours of love and tenderness - blammo -- the session is lost forever. Lesson learned: backups. Multiple Folders. Never ever lose the digital medium. Put it in yer pocket.

This not six hours after discovering my nofriendo memory card had been corrupted. What's an English/Philosophy grad to do? Read a book? Pfffft.

Listen, lady, I'm sorry your kid is such a fu*k-up. I'm sorry he got suspended from school for calling the school custodian a bitch. I'm sorry he's fat and depressed. I'm sorry your other kid isn't much better - though he's in the ROTC, and that surely won't fu*k with his head. I'm sorry the principal won't move her car from in front of your mailbox, but yes you are lucky the tow truck company owner lives right down the street. I'm sorry your fat and depressing and look like that lady from Total Recall who can only say two weeks. But please! For the love of all that is pure and decent! All I asked for was a trim! Wouldya just shut the hell up and cut my hair? Auughh.

And you -- in the booth next to me -- simply fascinating story about the divorce lawyer picking up the divorcee. Thanks for all the man hating.

I think this is gonna make me sick.
Good thing I just signed up for health insurance.

I can actually feel myself returning to disillusionment, the hope that had been resurrected crumbling in on itself. Questions abound.
Everywhere

I guess I see a lot of my own sentiments regarding the past few weeks in this article by Lydon. That damn liberal media.

Dean has fired Joe Trippi and added an Al Gore campaign manager chief of staff - an insider.
Dear God.
I might have to mail my uncle that dollar after all.

Right now there are three cop cars across the street.
They've got my neighbors out in the yard, questioning.
I am the curious neighbor.

Update 3:30pm -- They just led a young (18-25) lady dressed in a grey sweater with a gorgeous red scarf as an accessory, handcuffed, into one of the cars...another car has pulled off...looks like a domestic dispute. I guess when it's rainy and cold outside and you're forced to stay inside -- those things can happen.

Never again bring up poisoning birds in order to cook them up as snacks in your industrial sized kitchen at a dinner party.

The awkward silence is lethal.

Never again.

Happy Birthday to that wonderfully inspiring At. Mary. Hope you like your bucket...back.

Man.

I coulda answered that better. Trippi - get focused.
The heart means you care.
The head means you think.

The answer to the question shoulda been along the lines of - I say what my heart feels - I care about this country. I don't have to memorize lines of dialogue to get our message out. I'm confident in what my constituents (or volunteers, the people, whatever) have told me they want for this nation - and it's what I want. I don't need political rhetoric to get me by. Political rhetoric doesn't win. Honesty does. When I speak - I follow my heart - I speak honestly, truthfully - and don't have to sort through the mumbo-jumbo that some Democrats have been hashing out since Bush started using 9/11 as a platform for his re-election.

The Sawyer interview was great. Letterman was humorous - but the audience response before they knew Howard was coming on was tepid. People are unsure. I really hope this campaign stops reissuing the same lines they've been using since the beginning. There is a message -- but it can be expressed better if we cut away from the same sentences in every appearance.

One thing that was a bonus tonight was Dean establishing himself as a fiscal conservative. He mentioned dispelling the urban legend of wanting to roll back all the tax cuts. I believed that urban legend. I believe you can probably find some evidence to support it too. The important thing - however - that was displayed when he mentioned it -- is that whether he did or not - what he wants is a balanced budget. Responsibility. Which was something of a laughing point for me in the SOTU when Bush mentioned we could cut his deficit in half in the next five years. I mean - it only took him two years to quadruple it.

It's supposed to be a people powered campaign...
But I'm starting to worry that as time draws on - time that works in the fundraising favor - it's becoming less and less heartfelt - and more mindful.
I suppose you have to have little snippets ready to snap off when you're being snubbed by a bell for time purposes - but damn if Al Sharpton hasn't had the best things to say this entire campaign - and says it with poignant honesty.

Tuesday is big. The media has had a field day with Dean. Kerry has shrunk back into the shadows of his long face in order to stay out of that spotlight. It is a shame that the focus is on a man energizing his support rather than the Prez distracting his country from the issues in what should be the most important speech of the year.

I mean, SERIOUSLY PRO SPORTS! CUT OUT THE DRUGS!!!!

Perhaps my negative response is due to the disproportionate editing job done by the folks at ABC. Perhaps one of the worst Nightlines ever broadcast.

I can see it now.

Judy Dean "not interested in things."

Material things you dolts.

As for productivity here.
I don't have a DSL line. The answering machine works. Repeated calls only beleaguer your intent.

Trying to find a CSS friendly photogallery program so that I can start putting up some snaps. Any and all tips are welcome... Just something that scratches me wrong about using photoshop - which pisses me off to no end with the automatic frames gallery. Please. Enter pointers below.
For a taste of the new camera - I provide this moving photo of a writer at wit's end -

I just spent an enchanting evening at work where we have installed a new system to manage orders and credit cards and whatnot...

I now have a nifty little plastic card thingy that I have to slide through the credit card slot while managing. It makes my job seem -- tangible. Like I'm really a manager - and don't just play one in some deli.

Still - the little plastic card doesn't ward off impatient pricks. I'd like to slide it across the jugular of several of the clientele that came in tonight and raised a ruckus. A ruckus I say.

And - it doesn't magically create all possible combinations of menu items -- those weird requests we get have to be manually entered as we come across them -- thus the ruckus with the impatients.

Now I'm at home -- and in six hours I will be in the shower -- waiting to experience the thrill of computerized chaos all over again.

I just wish I could play Defender on those touchscreens.

And I wish someone would paint a portrait of willi that sells for $900...

The analogy - (as long as we're bringing sports into the mix)

Charlie Brown - the American people

Lucy - George W. Bush

The Football -- The future of this country

Haven't been able to sit down much this week - thus the empty spaces that surround this bloggity blog blog. Been working. Oh! and I've also - nope -- just working.

I'm planning on sitting down with my lil laptoparoni tonight -- trying to work out that photolog. Maybe the budgieblog as well. With those in check it will require a lil reworking of the main page design.

I have to make some mix cd's now...so that while I'm at work I can torture the old people at tables 8,9 12 & 13 and anyone sitting upstairs with my infernal racket.

So, yeah...late tonight I'll get my groove on.

Oh gawd. How sad is it when you say you're gonna get your groove on and you're referring to blogging?

I guess that's what happens when Friday nights lose all meaning and weekends become virtual weekends...(of which I have one next week-- starting sunday afternoon.)

The most exciting thing to happen in the past few days: I heard an owl in the backyard last night.

The most disappointing thing in the past few days: Not being able to see said owl.

The most time consuming thing in the past few days: Going through the archives of band night and trying to discover what we could possibly build upon.

The most annoying thing in the past few days: Receiving my $190 gas bill.

The second most annoying thing in the past few days: Having to put together a catering function on the fly because nobody thought to write the order down.

Most intriguing idea of the past few days: Putting together a budget blog that would track my daily expenses and income. Could possibly include a sin chart - for those blatant abuses of the tool that is money. I guess it would sorta be like this only without all the nerdy fascination and scans.

Toughest question to answer in the past few days: Are you annoyed by this, or do you think I'm just a big flirt?

Most exciting prospect for the next few days: See above.

Second most exciting prospect for the next few days: Band night. My house. Tomorrow. The big question -- go electric or keep it low low?

Most likely event destined to cause deep internal suffering: Working. Wednesday morning, 7 am...after a raucous band night.

After four days off - four days that went by way too quickly - I now must return to the trabajo. Me no wants to go.

I had four days to go out and find another job. Instead - I wallowed in self-pity on my birthday. Rock and rolled the following night. Raked one pile of leaves, mastered down a few songs into mp3s and played lots of nofriendo.

Oh well. I'm pretty sure this weekend will be motivation enough for me to go out and grab anything else in the world that pays.

I can't remember if I'm supposed to be there at 3 or 4 today. Guess I'll go in at 3:30 just to play it safe.

Santa brought me lotsa good stuff this year. More than I deserved. Including this new Topspice - a Thai/Malaysian place - at my request - for my birthday dinner. Kristen mentioned my birthday loud enough that the waiter heard and responded - "Is it somebody's birthday?" He then brought out a surprise. Hard to believe that after 27 years - Monday was my first fried ice cream experience...