My head almost got sliced open by a falling pane of glass!!!
heh, have i got your attention? i was walking down the city street, full of wonderfully old buildings, when something falls in front of me, about 20 feet from me. it is a pane of glass.
its falling like a living thing, like a bird swooping in for the kill before lifting on twisting air currents. its not a perfect word but im calling it surreal. i couldnt process what was happening till just before or just after the crash, when i realized that ricochetting glass could pierce my vulnerable eye balls or worse, scratch my expensive glasses!
at my pace of walking, i was 3- 5 seconds from point of impact. a butterfly flapping his wings somewhere could have redirected me right under that pane, then, emergency room, no insurance = wrecked life, or dead.
phew! as near as i can figure it, the WIND was blowing hard enough on old window frames to cause the pane to just ... jump out of the frame. bonsai, everyone.
heh, have i got your attention? i was walking down the city street, full of wonderfully old buildings, when something falls in front of me, about 20 feet from me. it is a pane of glass.
its falling like a living thing, like a bird swooping in for the kill before lifting on twisting air currents. its not a perfect word but im calling it surreal. i couldnt process what was happening till just before or just after the crash, when i realized that ricochetting glass could pierce my vulnerable eye balls or worse, scratch my expensive glasses!
at my pace of walking, i was 3- 5 seconds from point of impact. a butterfly flapping his wings somewhere could have redirected me right under that pane, then, emergency room, no insurance = wrecked life, or dead.
phew! as near as i can figure it, the WIND was blowing hard enough on old window frames to cause the pane to just ... jump out of the frame. bonsai, everyone.
i dont know whats wrong today. theres a faint coppery aftertaste of sadness today, and itch i cant scratch. my eyebrows are knitted together and i dont know why.
otherwise what a beautiful day. i took 2 breaks to the park, watching people people PEOPLE!!!! and dogs and children.
oh spring i love you. you make everyone so happy and you make ladies dress skimpily.
otherwise what a beautiful day. i took 2 breaks to the park, watching people people PEOPLE!!!! and dogs and children.
oh spring i love you. you make everyone so happy and you make ladies dress skimpily.
i cut all my hair off. no pictures plz.
one of the places emailed me back asking for my reel. its for motion graphics and i really dont have much motion graphics in my reel. i think i know what im doing this weekend then. eeep.
the sink is full and ive been up since like 4am. im too tired to panic or really care right now.
someone has just sent me a kind of startling, kind of random message.
march is starting off weird.
one of the places emailed me back asking for my reel. its for motion graphics and i really dont have much motion graphics in my reel. i think i know what im doing this weekend then. eeep.
the sink is full and ive been up since like 4am. im too tired to panic or really care right now.
someone has just sent me a kind of startling, kind of random message.
march is starting off weird.
meh. cover letters. i feel like the cover letter is just a string of buzzwords in an arbitrary yet preordained order. if i write that i am thinking outside the box after writing pushing the envelope is it any better than that im pushing the envelope outside the box? im not niave, im sure HR people hate these things too.
meh. my sleep schedule, im gonna talk about it some more. i slept pretty late yesterday, like 230. normally this is death, meaning ill be up all night. but some timing trick of decaf and heaping pasta enabled me to go to bed at 1 am. get that? a little under 11 hours being awake! then i got up shortly before 5am. yawn.
i need to get a job, man. whenever im frustrated with a problem, or trying to fool myself into going to sleep, i take the easy road out.
meh. my sleep schedule, im gonna talk about it some more. i slept pretty late yesterday, like 230. normally this is death, meaning ill be up all night. but some timing trick of decaf and heaping pasta enabled me to go to bed at 1 am. get that? a little under 11 hours being awake! then i got up shortly before 5am. yawn.
i need to get a job, man. whenever im frustrated with a problem, or trying to fool myself into going to sleep, i take the easy road out.
yet as much as ive ever wanted to, ive hardly ever indulged myself in this manner when im actually not working from home. there might be something to be said for civilization after all. 
so little time. we're running out of time here. im almost 32.
theres going to be no time to create a zen based governement.
no time to study robotics.
no time to bilk the Right To Life movement out of thousands of dollars in exchange for a propaganda pinball game based on keeping a zygote in a womans uterus (called Put Baby In A Corner, or alternately, Wacky Womb Woblers)
no time to ghostwrite an entire album for Weird Al Yankovik.
at least im free. free as a bird, or a mangy dog who hasnt eaten in a couple of days.
sigh. back to craigslist.
theres going to be no time to create a zen based governement.
no time to study robotics.
no time to bilk the Right To Life movement out of thousands of dollars in exchange for a propaganda pinball game based on keeping a zygote in a womans uterus (called Put Baby In A Corner, or alternately, Wacky Womb Woblers)
no time to ghostwrite an entire album for Weird Al Yankovik.
at least im free. free as a bird, or a mangy dog who hasnt eaten in a couple of days.
sigh. back to craigslist.
oh bessie!
music update: two best of parliment albums were on this computer with the exact same songs, so one goes. rusted root is very good, rufus wainright is amazing, and polyphonic spree: do i have a bad quality recording or do i not get them? not sure. do i delete peter gabrials soundtrack for last temptation of christ? perhaps but not today.
real update.
sunday 1stelladiver LURED me out of my hermit-cave and FORCED me to drink hot coffee. i am not amused. must retreat into my lair for a fortnight at least. shes got the pictures, i dont.
boring computer talk within spoiler!
music update: two best of parliment albums were on this computer with the exact same songs, so one goes. rusted root is very good, rufus wainright is amazing, and polyphonic spree: do i have a bad quality recording or do i not get them? not sure. do i delete peter gabrials soundtrack for last temptation of christ? perhaps but not today.
real update.
sunday 1stelladiver LURED me out of my hermit-cave and FORCED me to drink hot coffee. i am not amused. must retreat into my lair for a fortnight at least. shes got the pictures, i dont.
boring computer talk within spoiler!
some random facts about me.
i may be an undiagnosed obsessive. i spend the dirty pennies before the clean ones. i try to buy as close to 20 dollars food each week as i can, and only buy things that are on sale. good sales. lately i measure my life in inches. i bought a one hundred count box of letter envelopes i have mostly used for sending off my student loans checks. i have 18 envelopes left, as i just sent off another check.
'ho hum'
new: 
here and gone. went to an art trade/potluck tonight, and was stressing for a full week on what to bring. made this litle g-rated cute thing, on the expectation that a noncrass girl might get my art. cute IS a skill.
it was also an excuse to break out my guache paints and buy some new quills. fucking ink and paint! right!
i havent used guache in forever and ever. mainly because i was taught to use it at one college for color theory, and the instructor made us apply it thick like acrillics. its expensive, but dries fast and apparently is more 'pure' colorwise. i had heard its supposed to be a watercolor, so this is my first gentle approach to painting. maybe my first gentle approach ever.
hmm. what have i deleted music wise? nothing. cant settle down to listen to anything i dont like. right now we're chilling to paul simon.
here and gone. went to an art trade/potluck tonight, and was stressing for a full week on what to bring. made this litle g-rated cute thing, on the expectation that a noncrass girl might get my art. cute IS a skill.
it was also an excuse to break out my guache paints and buy some new quills. fucking ink and paint! right!
i havent used guache in forever and ever. mainly because i was taught to use it at one college for color theory, and the instructor made us apply it thick like acrillics. its expensive, but dries fast and apparently is more 'pure' colorwise. i had heard its supposed to be a watercolor, so this is my first gentle approach to painting. maybe my first gentle approach ever.
hmm. what have i deleted music wise? nothing. cant settle down to listen to anything i dont like. right now we're chilling to paul simon.
I just listened to three WHOLE DAVE MATTHEWS albums. i almost threw up. now theyre off to that great hard drive in the sky.
heres my valentines day entry:
~eh.
seriously. im really happy for anyone who is in love, in lust, or even codependently happy. im not. ive got profiles on dating lists i dont even bother to check anymore and lately (the past 6 months?) i havent cared at all. im actually more worried about not caring about it than im worried about it. is this something to do with being over thirty, having more on my plate career wise? or have i got proverbial 'dead vagina'
you know what the worst thing is? when i listen to Smiths, i think its great music, but i dont even bust out crying.
but i hope YOU have a stupendous valentines day. and i mean that.
oh well. half off candy in two more days!
heres my valentines day entry:
~eh.
seriously. im really happy for anyone who is in love, in lust, or even codependently happy. im not. ive got profiles on dating lists i dont even bother to check anymore and lately (the past 6 months?) i havent cared at all. im actually more worried about not caring about it than im worried about it. is this something to do with being over thirty, having more on my plate career wise? or have i got proverbial 'dead vagina'
you know what the worst thing is? when i listen to Smiths, i think its great music, but i dont even bust out crying.
but i hope YOU have a stupendous valentines day. and i mean that.
oh well. half off candy in two more days!
TONIGHT THE WIND IS AT MY BACK.
events appear to be pushing me forward. synchronicity. i went to bed after talking till 4 in the morning, and i hope i did some good there.
i wouldnt have gotten up today, except someone was moving out of the apartment on the third floor. that got me up at 10am. that put me at a coffee shop at 7, meaning that i ran into my web designer that i thought was too busy this week. and i helped a friend brainstorm another friends method of starting out as a photography business.
now im burning a disc for her and trying to figure out if i can fit the important parts from a 48 inch tall PC into a 13 inch PC. yes, im also a nerd. duh. im tired. im going to sleep soon. but stand beside me and take the wind!
events appear to be pushing me forward. synchronicity. i went to bed after talking till 4 in the morning, and i hope i did some good there.
i wouldnt have gotten up today, except someone was moving out of the apartment on the third floor. that got me up at 10am. that put me at a coffee shop at 7, meaning that i ran into my web designer that i thought was too busy this week. and i helped a friend brainstorm another friends method of starting out as a photography business.
now im burning a disc for her and trying to figure out if i can fit the important parts from a 48 inch tall PC into a 13 inch PC. yes, im also a nerd. duh. im tired. im going to sleep soon. but stand beside me and take the wind!
