Uh, is that really an adam's apple????
31 January 2006
29 January 2006
happy new year
Woof woof.
I'm a dog, I wonder if this makes it some kind of birthday for me...
I want a dog. I want a house, with a yard, and a big goofy slobbery friend who cuddles and stuff. Yeh. I talked to my mom a while ago, she said that Sesame was hit by a car on Thursday. He's ok, though, just has to take it easy for a week or so. Freakin' pound people didn't believe that he was Robin's, and they said he still had his nutsack (a lie) and that he was 5 years old, but he's only 2. I'm just glad the pup isn't bleeding in his guts or have any broken bones, sucks that he can't go hiking or anything but at least he's not smushed for good.
Freakin' death man... Leslie Davis died this morning, according to Mom, who was struggling with cancer for 5 years or so. I remember her being so athletic and hardcore, she must've fought like hell. And Rena's husband Rich with a heart attack this weekend too, damn. Life is wierd.
Anyway, I'm chilling on my only day off, at least yesterday was a chill work day, and not hellish loading in or out, and glad I had my laptop to kill time with backstage. I wonder why it freaked out and crashed in the middle of a task, "OSX quit unexpectedly", whatever that means. If it does it again I guess I'll try resetting the PMU and the PRAM and all that good stuff, and take advantage of my applecare if it does it still. No sign of it since last night, though...
Food.
I'm a dog, I wonder if this makes it some kind of birthday for me...
I want a dog. I want a house, with a yard, and a big goofy slobbery friend who cuddles and stuff. Yeh. I talked to my mom a while ago, she said that Sesame was hit by a car on Thursday. He's ok, though, just has to take it easy for a week or so. Freakin' pound people didn't believe that he was Robin's, and they said he still had his nutsack (a lie) and that he was 5 years old, but he's only 2. I'm just glad the pup isn't bleeding in his guts or have any broken bones, sucks that he can't go hiking or anything but at least he's not smushed for good.
Freakin' death man... Leslie Davis died this morning, according to Mom, who was struggling with cancer for 5 years or so. I remember her being so athletic and hardcore, she must've fought like hell. And Rena's husband Rich with a heart attack this weekend too, damn. Life is wierd.
Anyway, I'm chilling on my only day off, at least yesterday was a chill work day, and not hellish loading in or out, and glad I had my laptop to kill time with backstage. I wonder why it freaked out and crashed in the middle of a task, "OSX quit unexpectedly", whatever that means. If it does it again I guess I'll try resetting the PMU and the PRAM and all that good stuff, and take advantage of my applecare if it does it still. No sign of it since last night, though...
Food.
23 January 2006
poem
oh may it come
the time of love
the time we'd be enamored of
i've been patient too long
my memory is dead
all fears and all wrongs to the heavens have fled
while all my veins burst with this sickly thirst
oh may it come the time of love
the time we'd be enamored of
oh may it come
the time of love
the time we'd be enamored of
arthur rimbaud
19 January 2006
What, me? A job? Whoa.
After I go get a drink of water, I'll sum up my day...
Aah. El agua es muy buena. Snoring roomates make me tired... I woke up multiple times last night with varying strange dreams, one of which consisted of J and I shopping in bargain bins in a huge marketplace for who-knows-what with strangers, many overweight people whom I don't think I've ever met before, and doing some kind of our normal end of production work at a theatre that looked somewhat like the Rio but much more like a circus... Sometimes my dreams are just so bizarre, there are slight connections with subconcious things that are going on in my life, but are so whacky that they just are fun to be in, but make little sense when I remember them in the morning... And when I think back on them, have minute mental flashbacks, I really think I must be going nuts sometimes. I like my little cloud, I'm at home here, people know me...
Life in La La Land has certainly taken a turn for the... uh, different... recently. If someone a couple of years ago would have told me that I'd move to San Francisco to do lighting full time in a studio with over 12 complete sets, I would have looked at them in disbelief, and said, yeah, that'll be the day. And, hired on the same one year anniversary of my boss Jason's first day on the job, ironically, here I am, dropped out of city college for the semester, and attacking a career path I was never really sure about in the first place. But, like my mind and heart has been telling me, there's no way to know for sure unless you try it out, and I can look at this as a surprising opportunity, in disguise or not, could be incredible and could be disastrous. It will be what I make it to be, with all the effort on my part to kick ass and learn gargantuan amounts of information about the film industry and either walk away with an even bigger and better job, or some idea that maybe I'm seriously nuts for doing this and should just stick to school and the design/editing/photojournalism/insanity route that I'd almost decided on before...
All I can say is I'm bouncy happy that this opportunity presented itself when it did, nervous, scattered, excited, and a multitude of other emotions, 'course... I'm most aware that my lifestyle is going to be severely altered, having the schedule of M-F 10:30-6:30 could be badass and could be hell as well... and I'm sure sometimes it'll be both... Damn, now I really wish I didn't take that gig at the Fox this Sunday. Oh well.
So, wish me luck, friends, strangers, anyone who's reading...
I also managed to formulate a slightly different idea for the front page of stillsight, to the best of my html knowledge, I think I'd like to do something like this: beta index page with a button linking to a page with a list of all the galleries, or the flash thing. If I stick with SSp, then I would have to scrap the cambodia, holidaze, and porsche galleries and that would take quite a bit of work to alter it back into the SSp. Plus, there's the fact that I only have Flash on my desktop, and don't feel like being a pirate anymore. Arrrr, the trials and tribulations of being indecisive with lame website portfolio design. Anyway, any input is greatly appreciated. And, of course, the aforementioned link is non-functioning, it is solely for brainstorming purposes...
Whee.
Aah. El agua es muy buena. Snoring roomates make me tired... I woke up multiple times last night with varying strange dreams, one of which consisted of J and I shopping in bargain bins in a huge marketplace for who-knows-what with strangers, many overweight people whom I don't think I've ever met before, and doing some kind of our normal end of production work at a theatre that looked somewhat like the Rio but much more like a circus... Sometimes my dreams are just so bizarre, there are slight connections with subconcious things that are going on in my life, but are so whacky that they just are fun to be in, but make little sense when I remember them in the morning... And when I think back on them, have minute mental flashbacks, I really think I must be going nuts sometimes. I like my little cloud, I'm at home here, people know me...
Life in La La Land has certainly taken a turn for the... uh, different... recently. If someone a couple of years ago would have told me that I'd move to San Francisco to do lighting full time in a studio with over 12 complete sets, I would have looked at them in disbelief, and said, yeah, that'll be the day. And, hired on the same one year anniversary of my boss Jason's first day on the job, ironically, here I am, dropped out of city college for the semester, and attacking a career path I was never really sure about in the first place. But, like my mind and heart has been telling me, there's no way to know for sure unless you try it out, and I can look at this as a surprising opportunity, in disguise or not, could be incredible and could be disastrous. It will be what I make it to be, with all the effort on my part to kick ass and learn gargantuan amounts of information about the film industry and either walk away with an even bigger and better job, or some idea that maybe I'm seriously nuts for doing this and should just stick to school and the design/editing/photojournalism/insanity route that I'd almost decided on before...
All I can say is I'm bouncy happy that this opportunity presented itself when it did, nervous, scattered, excited, and a multitude of other emotions, 'course... I'm most aware that my lifestyle is going to be severely altered, having the schedule of M-F 10:30-6:30 could be badass and could be hell as well... and I'm sure sometimes it'll be both... Damn, now I really wish I didn't take that gig at the Fox this Sunday. Oh well.
So, wish me luck, friends, strangers, anyone who's reading...
I also managed to formulate a slightly different idea for the front page of stillsight, to the best of my html knowledge, I think I'd like to do something like this: beta index page with a button linking to a page with a list of all the galleries, or the flash thing. If I stick with SSp, then I would have to scrap the cambodia, holidaze, and porsche galleries and that would take quite a bit of work to alter it back into the SSp. Plus, there's the fact that I only have Flash on my desktop, and don't feel like being a pirate anymore. Arrrr, the trials and tribulations of being indecisive with lame website portfolio design. Anyway, any input is greatly appreciated. And, of course, the aforementioned link is non-functioning, it is solely for brainstorming purposes...
Whee.
worthy words (last nite)
"pressed pork parts"
"hot dog is the particle board of the meat world."
(Jeffey on the fabrication of the lips and assholes we know of as frankfurters...)
"hot dog is the particle board of the meat world."
(Jeffey on the fabrication of the lips and assholes we know of as frankfurters...)
10 January 2006
our guv
good ol' arnie rides his harley w/o a license, for years, gets away with it because the sidecar makes it a 3 wheeled vehicle...
Uh ... yeah.
Uh ... yeah.
09 January 2006
woo
It's about freakin' time I get my grades in!! In good academic standing, they say... I need to go talk to a counselor so I can figure out what I have that's transferrable and what isn't, how much time left I really have at City before I have to get down to the nitty gritty, pick an official major and start talking to State so I can transfer, and get on with my so called life, and make a real career out of being a lazy ass floating on cloud nine. Today was cleverly full of strange feelings of sickness deep down inside, confusion as to what I'm really doing with my life here, bliss sleeping in late in my hunny's warm bed while the sun sneaks in and barely warms the chill of the room and my bike soaks in the fog outside... I went for a short little ride to Bev's and got straps to make my tank bag into a backpack, spent $11.99 on it. And got a spicy noodle salad for lunch, then briskly buzzed around and realized that I have to lean into my turns and not be such a scaredy cat about higher speed turns. It's easy shit I just have to let loose and follow through and let my body just be in control, the wheels do their own thing and all will be good...
Then I came back home and like on a roller coaster I was hit by the same kind of mood that is all too familiar, the one where I almost feel anxious about stepping foot out the door, all I wanted to do was curl up and read, ignore the reality that is sometimes overbearing, mentally I had a big fat fart (my body) and I felt like J must have a few weeks ago, the thundering darkness of depression pushing down on my shoulders and my stomach bubbling with acidic fear... It's not exactly a comforting thing, feeling like that... I put in the Neverwhere DVD that had just arrived, only to be very disappointed with bad budget british television, and ended up sleeping through it, waking up to my breath's iciness, visible in the lack of warmth of my room.
Then I said phuket... I told myself multiple times yesterday that I ought to get a mango, since it was being phantomly craved on my dulling tastebuds, so I walked to the mailbox, to the grocery, got some celery and peanut butter (also having been craved from the previous nights' conversation) and a mango... Came back, made a BST, then proceeded to redo my entire slideshow, painstakingly finally figuring it out, and it looks ok. I scrapped the Flickr one, and figure it's ok for now, till I get bored and dissatisfied again...
And, now, I'm on a crest declining down the roller coaster, it's been up and down, up and down, all day, and all I want to do again, is curl up and veg out, ... damn I wish J wasn't working, to have him cuddling up next to me would be subliminal...
sigh....
07 January 2006
flickr
new site slideshow using flickr this time... i think it works...
and... installed the new battery in eager edgar, started up super strong like a charm... can't wait for the sun to dry up all the rain so i can play... and, there's a tank I'm watching on ebay for $1.50 right now, that's cheap. It's over in a day. We'll see if it gets bidded up like crazy...
laundry, reading, movies, photos, correspondence... what fun for a dreary saturday.
mood: eh, so so, feet are cold but glad to be home
music: iTunes is crashing, no music for me... 'puter won't sleep, wakes up when i say not to, i wanna laptop,
waaaaa
and... installed the new battery in eager edgar, started up super strong like a charm... can't wait for the sun to dry up all the rain so i can play... and, there's a tank I'm watching on ebay for $1.50 right now, that's cheap. It's over in a day. We'll see if it gets bidded up like crazy...
laundry, reading, movies, photos, correspondence... what fun for a dreary saturday.
mood: eh, so so, feet are cold but glad to be home
music: iTunes is crashing, no music for me... 'puter won't sleep, wakes up when i say not to, i wanna laptop,
waaaaa
06 January 2006
home again home again
... jiggity jig.
Feels good to be back in the humidity, full of moldy smells and the chill of my room doesn't crack my lips, my skin isn't too dry all the time and my views are full of blue and green... not just brown...
I called this Argentinian gift shop today asking if they sell mate, and he said to come down and he'll tell me where to buy it... I hope I can find some for a reasonable price, not 3 times what I should be paying for it... I'm almost out tho so I should get some locally instead of buying online, if I can...
Things are good, things to do, things to see.... Amy's bringing me home a battery, sweetness... Got 2 out of my 3 books for next semester, still no grades posted, bastards. I should be a sociology major, according to this stupid quiz I took, makes sense...
The trip home was good, more about that after I warm up and unpack, and do laundry.
Ciao!
Feels good to be back in the humidity, full of moldy smells and the chill of my room doesn't crack my lips, my skin isn't too dry all the time and my views are full of blue and green... not just brown...
I called this Argentinian gift shop today asking if they sell mate, and he said to come down and he'll tell me where to buy it... I hope I can find some for a reasonable price, not 3 times what I should be paying for it... I'm almost out tho so I should get some locally instead of buying online, if I can...
Things are good, things to do, things to see.... Amy's bringing me home a battery, sweetness... Got 2 out of my 3 books for next semester, still no grades posted, bastards. I should be a sociology major, according to this stupid quiz I took, makes sense...
The trip home was good, more about that after I warm up and unpack, and do laundry.
Ciao!
02 January 2006
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