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Friday, November 15, 2002

Pray You'll Make It, It's A Magic Day.

She don't care no more
She don't need to fight it
She don't care no more
She gets paid on Friday.
—Joe Jackson, "Friday"

Two hours left, and I seem to have plenty to finish before this very long weekend can begin? Yikes. I have to hurry. I have to focus. I have to have another cup of coffee. I have to...relax. It's Friday. (3.3Mb)

04:14 PM PST (link)

Thursday, November 14, 2002

Canard Boiteux.

I feel like a Democrat in the Senate today.

You know, even if I wanted to get something accomplished, I'm not going to be here next week. Sure, I'll try to oppose anything that's going to be damaging (and boy, was that committee meeting hostile today!) but really, what can I do? So why bother doing any of it, and why not just...surf the Web instead? Man, it's not like I'm resigning or something, but I've still got Short-timer's Disease, and I've got it bad.

Not that I'm counting or anything, but I only have 73.9 hours of work scheduled this year. This still trips me out. Makes me wonder if maybe I should have taken more vacation during the rest of the year.

I mean, Don't get me wrong...there are far worse problems to have besides, "Whatever shall I do with myself if I'm not at work?" I mean, I have plenty to do. Games to play, books to read, a closet to clean, site(s) to redesign, Christmas shopping—yes, we're starting early on that. Christmas this year will be spent with the Boyfriend's family on the East Coast, and we're spending the week before in New York. It makes sense to get as much done ahead of time as possible. We could shop there (and we still may, for my West Coast friends and family,) but I know where to go for things here. Besides, there are plenty of other things we'll want to do that week instead.

I think. Any suggestions of things I shouldn't miss while in New York this December?

04:06 PM PST (link)

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

My Favorite Diversions.

I'm finding it hard to write wittily and publish an HTML Newsletter at the same time. (Actually, I'm finding it hard to concentrate at all today, but that's neither here nor there.) Some loosely (or closely) related links about food, gender, sex and sexuality:

The San Francisco Chronicle thinks for a minute about its pronouns. At least they're thinking. (Via Caitlin.)
Baby names that are just plain wrong.
I've found the hidden reason why kids today are more obese: Edible Homework. Go eat your homework, San Francisco! You too, New York!
"My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four. Unless there are three other people."—Orson Welles. More Food Quotes.
Finally, I took the How Horny Are You? Quiz (via Chris) which may explain why I can't concentrate. (Link not quite safe for work.)

07:31 PM PST (link)

Monday, November 11, 2002

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.

Odd save me, I am up to my nipples in stock photography research again. Ugh. People in business suits smiling giddily at their computers, or attending thoughtful meetings with melodramatic engagement. Shots of models as noble corporate executives in ridiculously heroic poses, as if they'd cured cancer. It doesn't help that I'm a little sick of looking at the computer today. (Link via the Roommate.)

Well, mostly I'm just sick of looking at slow-loading stock photography sites. It's like watching Naqoyqatsi, except in even slower motion. I'd just seen Koyaanasqatsi for the first time with Philip Glass performing the soundtrack live and enjoyed that immensely. I'm really trying not to compare the two, but it's hard not to. I quite enjoyed the soundtrack for Naqoyqatsi, but the rest of the movie was largly lacking and ultimately empty.

That lack of deeper meaning was then contrasted against Bowling for Columbine, which said a whole lot more with a lot less fuss. I was briefly self-conscious about wearing my black trenchcoat (out of habit) to the theater until I actually saw the movie, and realized it would improbable for someone not to get it. Besides, an nearly-sold-out theater on a Saturday night would probably be one of the more understanding audiences I could find. Particularly the teenagers next to us who popped open 16-oz. cans of Coors Light during the first reel.

At least they chose a Colorado beer.

08:02 PM PST (link)