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Saturday, March 16, 2002
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Patrick and I went downtown to see the Chicago River dyed flourescent green for St. Patrick's Day. We drank some green beer and watched all the happy people wearing big green hats and draped in mardi gras beads who'd been drunk since 10am. Overheard: "Dude, that is so green. Man is that green. Yeah, that's green." -- Man on bridge
"Happy LABOR DAY!!!" -- Man on el, who also delighted in wishing everyone happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas
"Someone around here has gotta know what they put in that river." -- Another man on bridge
19:55
more metablog
And now that I think about it, running one of these things is kinda like being in a really obscure band. I mean, it amazes me to death when people mention it conversation. People identify with the most random little things, stuff I would not expect like sentences in the Learning Log. And hopefully it has a sound all its own. But it's definitely not as cool as actually being in a band. That's something I'd like to do, especially after seeing Ryan Adams in concert. And not just so I can flick the venue's lights on and off. I'd mostly just like to do the short, distracted, cryptic mutterings that the lead singer says between some of the songs. "This song is because ravens lick my ears when I sleep." Stuff like that. Ryan Adams pulled out a book and started reading the supposed poems of Stephen King between sets. I wanna do that. Confuse the hell out of the audience as they listen intently to whatever floats through my head. Is that a job? Oh wait. That sounds a little like this page.
19:50
link
I took a class in photographing self-portraits a couple of years ago. It's not easy; it's a lot of crossing your fingers and setting the camera's self-timer. One online photo gallery devotes itself to self-portraits. It's called the Mirror Project, and it's kinda interesting to browse. The current exhibit is Accidental Stills From Imaginary Movies. It's guest-curated by Mena of Dollarshort.org.
19:41
metablog
I hate metablogs. The last thing this page needs is an existential crisis. What are we doing here? Why do we write? Blah blah blah, who cares. But uh... blogging madness has descended upon the world. Or at least my small circle of friends. So I'm weighing in on what it all means, as your resident commentator on what-it-all-means.
For me the ideal blog is like an awesome local band. They're real cool and they only play in sticky-floored dive bars and their lyrics are real smart and no one else likes them but they speak to you. That's what it's for, that's why I do it... for the three people out there who look at this page and say, hmm. I understand that. Or hmm, that's weird or funny or whatever, and I can relate to that. It's their thought for the day, or their peek into someone else's life, and it's from some outside source not regulated by the FCC or the SEC or any board of directors except the schizo voices talking in my head. We're playing our hearts out to the three drunk people who keep clapping no matter what. It's not about the fame, man.... it's about the music.
12:25
Friday, March 15, 2002
new
New megaphone. Other uses for the Magical Mystery Tuner: Is this shirt too tight? Is this yogurt too old to eat? Is this party too boring? Is this episode of the Real World too predictable? Is this megaphone too ridiculous?
04:38
Thursday, March 14, 2002
update
Went to see Ryan Adams last night... the man is a rock star... he's flips his shaggy hair, breathing cigarette smoke under intense blue lights... and you know he thinks he's on fire. The concert was amazing though... he sounds even better live. But the encore procedure was a little annoying. After their supposed last song, they flicked the lights on. Then if everyone clapped and yelled loud enough, they turned them off again. This happened about six times. On. Off. On. Off. After the show, Eliina and I joked that we should do the same thing to each other with the lamp in our living room. We could be rock stars.
17:58
Wednesday, March 13, 2002
quote
"You've got one good trick and you're hanging on, you're hanging on..." -- Ben Folds
13:10
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
read
See Dave's March 10 post on what he reminded me about reality.
20:47
Monday, March 11, 2002
news to grandma
For a journalism class, I wrote about how the women in my family are prone to excessive anxiety. In order to get some outside voices involved, I interviewed my mom, my sister and my grandma about their experiences. My mother, who recently studied to become a physician assistant, told me she'd known for a while that we had that tendancy, and in fact that it had a name and was caused by a slight chemical imbalance. I was shocked. So, I wasn't just making it up? And even better, it wasn't my fault? Why didn't anyone tell me sooner? I told my sister Christina: "I always knew, like, hello, about anxiety disorders but I never thought I had one," she said excitedly. It was like finding out about a long-lost relative. Suddenly an entire collection of our traits was explained. I asked my grandma if she ever felt the same type of anxiety, and she hesitated a while. "Well, yes... yes, come to think of it... that sounds about right." I was glad to break the news.
23:24
update
I'm writing a paper. And to procrastinate, I made some brownies (not maple this time, I need the chocolate). Now, the brownies are in the oven, and the only timer we have is an egg timer. I brought it with me to my desk so I can know when to take the brownies out. But it ticks. So here I am, trying to write a paper while this thing is ticking. It's a little too much like a physical projection of my mental state. I am the walrus. I am the egg timer.
01:20
Sunday, March 10, 2002
at the deli
So, Bob is apparently growing some kind of beard. Usually he's clean-shaven, but today he had white whiskers that were growing in a boxy formation on his chin. Oh dear. In other deli news, I ordered a chocolate chip cookie today instead of my usual spice cookie. This caused a little stir. Bob's brother John, who works the cash register, raised his eyebrows in a look of extreme surprise (for him). I told him I needed to experience the full range of cookies. Bob called out from behind the glass deli case, "She doesn't want to be stereotyped!"
18:09
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