looking forward to
… the marin county fair, tonight. i have been instructed to ride the zipper, which to me sounded vaguely obscene, making it all the better. (“the zipper” is really some sort of medieval-torture-device-turned-amusement-park-ride, which is just the sort of thing i go for at these county fair deals. you know, the whole “am i going to die because someone neglected to bolt this shit down properly” rush.) … the annual lucasarts company picnic, saturday afternoon. yea, and they shall party with the george himself, forsooth, verily, etc. etc. … “les misérables”, saturday night. chad’s first, my fourth — need i say more? and we haven’t even gotten to sunday yet! i’ll save that for later,...
Read Moreassorted
so there is assorted coolness and assorted weirdness at work. coolness first: the library here is so hip. it became more hip on monday when i was encouraged by our librarian to take my pick of the samples she was sending back to the manufacturers. these samples are 1′ by 1′ pieces of fabric, 4″ by 4″ by 1/2″ pieces of marble, and 3′ by 2′ pieces of carpet. rock on! i took four of the prettiest marble pieces home, along with some plain, sturdy fabric, and made coasters out of them, since we didn’t have any. i also brought some of the carpet samples which turned rather handily into doormats, bathmats, under-computer-desk-mats. then there are the fabric samples i brought home just because they were too cool to pass up....
Read Morethe final days of gabriel
hey, this guy gabriel scott is a very talented musician here in san francisco, so download his songs from mp3.com and give ‘im a listen. (my personal faves from his album “songs for mary” are “rituale” and “sinking”, but they’re all good.)
Read Moretalking in bed
· point · my favorite part of living with chad is talking in bed. right before we drift off to sleep, we have little things to say, little moments of today we forgot to mention, little mentions of moments we hope to have tomorrow. oftentimes i will blurt things out in the hugging darkness that i wasn’t aware of before they became worded. last night was one of these times, when i started talking about being accepted, liked, invited by my coworkers. how amazing this change is, the one that has taken place over the past year, because i remember how miserable i was when i tried to make everyone happy all of the time, neglecting my own happiness, that ugly martyr complex that shouts, “i care nothing for myself, and all for you,” and...
Read Moreworld record
i have figured it out. i know how i will achieve fame and/or notoriety in my lifetime. i will get into the guinness book of records for the longest time putting some guy on hold while convincing him i am actually looking up the project manager of a project he does not have a project number for when as we all know, kiddies, every project has a project number, this is not a hard concept, the ideas of classification and categorization are old ones, and alphabetizing is even older, although you wouldn’t know that from this bloody project list because it’s sorted by project number, thus leading back to the original point which is that there is very little i can do in a situation like this except put the guy on hold and look through the eighty-five billion...
Read Morehot again
this morning i took a hot shower in my own bathroom. while this may not seem like a modern miracle, it is for me, and my happy bathroom parts are now reconstituted into one discrete bathroom unit, which overjoys me. the first monday we spent in the new place — three weeks and two days ago, now — i took a shower in my brand new bathroom. (it’s the bathroom off the bedroom, as opposed to chad’s bathroom, which is off the hallway.) it was not hot. not cold, either, just … tepid. the kind of water you use to wash your hands with when you don’t feel like really washing your hands, just dousing them with water in an attempt to annoy the germs. so, okay. i can deal with a tepid shower. i prefer my showers scalding, so that i can not...
Read Morebroken
a glass slips off the edge of the kitchen table, teeters, wobbles … yes, it’s definitely going to fall. if you’re watching, you have that second or two of bloodrush — is gravity going to kick in this time, or will it just forget; i did like that glass, and it’s the last one without a nick in the rim — and then: broken. days don’t do this. days just sort of crack, slivered like eggshells, only more transparent. they don’t even need a good smack, either. just some days are born broken. i watch people often. i see the people in this office and some look so miserable it hurts to watch, but i still do; the hurt, that’s just part of watching. mostly i think i have it easier than any of them, although outwardly it may...
Read Morenapmaster h
i can’t nap on the bus in the mornings. the reason why is very simple: i carry a large (16 oz.) travel mug of scalding, strong coffee to work every day. since i have not yet perfected the art of sleeping while keeping both fists clenched around a big plastic mug, no naps for me. or so i thought. this morning, i spent the first half of the commute as i usually do, looking out the windows. since i sit up front — you know, on the sideways seats reserved for “elderly and handicapped passengers” [sic] because no one ever sits there — i get a great view out of the enormous windshield, plus the side window, and even the door if i’m feeling wacky. it’s like a 3D television program, with no dorky dialogue, just pretty pictures....
Read Morecatch up
on sunday, chad and i woke late — blissfully relearning the art of sleeping in — and journeyed to the mecca that is safeway. groceries were poked, prodded, carried, shaken, dropped, picked up again, dusted off, bought. lunchtime back at home, then out again, this time to the drugstore, in search of not drugs but doorstops. there are no doorstops in marin county. just a fyi. back home again, and a rousing bit of kitchen-cleaning and organizing did ensue. madrigals were sung, hands were held, cheeks were rosy … nah. it was just cleaning the damn kitchen. some updating of our websites in the evening, and then a great homecooked meal, and fresh banana bread, curling up on the couch to watch “vertigo” or at least the expository bits, and...
Read Morebacklog
no, i am not quiet today because i’m lacking in things to write about. it’s just been busy over here in receptionland, and i feel too rushed to write from here. i do have pseudo-excitement to report: squixel.net continues to get little nudges here and there, and i’m fairly pleased with the results so far. sometimes i forget just how bland my design sense is, compared to others’, but i like it this way. i consider it a major deal that i’m actually using frames this time around …
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