January 27, 2000

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     Yo, it be as cold as a mutha!  I was planning on calling some people and going to Great Lakes, but it's far too cold.  And I have to work in the morning.  So I'm sitting here at my computer instead, surprisingly content.  I finally received the long-awaited package from UPS today, my USB adapter.  but i still can't tranfer my old shit from my Powerbook. I need another adapter it seems.  Fuck.
    Anyway, I'm sitting here, listening to Built to Spill's There's Nothing Wrong With Love.  I'm particularly fond of the song "Distopian Dream Girl."  I've been singing it to myself for the last few days.  It really reinvigorates my interest in music, which has been so apathetic lately.  Speaking of music, i've made a few mp3's of James's Redemption Farm stuff. I haven't uploaded it yet, but perhaps I'll put it here first.  I just noticed that they're about 4 MB, so I'll have to redo them into smaller files.

    I think the jukebox at Great Lakes is just about the best thing I've discovered in Brooklyn.  In New York, really.  I like hanging out in that bar. It's a friendly little dimly lit bar with really good music and reasonably drink prices.  about all you could ask for. Well, about all I could ask for.  And I'm really trying to get interested in music again.  God knows I have to get interested in something.  But everything is so blah to me lately.  class today was another thriller.  I guess it's not so bad, I just don't know if this is where I want to be.  All I can say for sure is that it is without a question better than my job last year.  So I suppose, if I can continue to say each year was better than the last, than things are going pretty well.  That's the spirit. 

    Speaking of years, it's Chinese New Year soon.  The year of the Dragon.  That's me. So if you were born after January 1976, that's you too.  i still remember the last time it was the year of the Dragon.  1988.  I was twelve.  I remember thinking, "Boy, I'll be 24 next time this extra-special year for me rolls around."  I thought for sure I'd be rich and be married and have a job and car and house and maybe kids or whatever a twelve-year old thinks "adult" life will be like.  come to think of it, i don't think I thought that. Even then I'd knew it was gonna be a struggle.  But I was a bit more optimistic.  But 1988 was a good year for me I think.  whenever I think back fondly to grade school, that's usually the year I think of.  i think that was my intellectual peak.  As far as grades go, I never did better than I did in 1988.  All A's.  The last time that happend.  How depressing.  By 1989 it was all downhill.  What the hell happened?  then again, i was pretty good at math and science back then, and now I can't even figure out what fire is, or why there's wind.  But I was a shitty writer.  God, that was half my life ago.  Ok, this is depressing and tiresome rambling.  At least some things don't change.

 

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    So the USB adapter hasn't proved fruitless. I was able to retrieve some pictures from the digital camera taken over the past few days, mostly at the party on Saturday.  So here's some now. 

(and yes, Garrick, the files are too big.  I haven't figured that out yet.  Sue me.)

 

     So that's most of the crew from NYU that I see with any regularlity, with a few exceptions.  Here's a picture of Jed that was taken on sunday, just cos I want to delete it from the camera, and I find it a bit amusing.

    By the way, someone tell me if my little table experiment worked okay.  I'm trying out some new formats.

For God's sake, someone email me.