June 7,
2000. Wednesday
I got a brief email from Matt today. He's in London. He wasn't impressed with yesterday's entry. Here's what he said:
What up, b'otch? Just read your diary entry for today about the new air conditioner. Pretty exciting stuff. I couldn't wait to scroll down and read about Comedy Central and Cannonball Run. You definitely need to become a serial killer or something to spice up the old
column. Or maybe you could write about how you would pull off theperfect crime? Something, you son of a bitch! :)
Anyway-
For my photojournalism class I had to take a portrait of someone at work. I chose the crossing guard at the school down the street. For three reasons: 1) i didn't want to do a bartender or pizza maker like I thought everyone else would. 2) Kids and animals always make good pictures. Or at least make pictures better. And 3) The school down the street is just down the street. I hate going to far away places.
By the way, I really like this Belle and Sebastian song "The Boy Done Wrong Again." I wish I woulda gottent his cd sooner.
I spoke with good old Doug yesterday. And the day before. I always forget how conservative and Catholic he is. He seemed a bit moreso than usual. Not that that bothers me. I mean, he's probably one of the best people I know. The most decent, anyway. As usual, he's still in Austin, TX. Things are well. His girly just got back from Afirca. He says they're not all that alike, but share the same core values. And that's what matters to him, I guess. And to me, I suppose. Anyway, He's still trying the stand-up comedian thing. Austin sounds good. I'm thinking of going next time it's time to move.
I've made no real progress on the job front in the past few days. I've been pestering Tricia over at Manpower about my resume, but she assures me they'll call me when I meet their immediate needs. Sigh... when was the last time I met someone's immediate needs?
Anyhow, I did manage to get through a good amount of web design manual. And I made a barebones front page for my ever-looming new webzine, MediaWhore.net. I'm kind of pleased with it. Although I spent an obsecene amount of time on it when you consider how much is really there. But there was a lot of reading that had to be done to get as far as simple rollover images. Actually, the graphics weren't really the tricky part. The layout and Fireworks and Dreamweaver stuff took some effort. I had to email brother Garrick quite a few times. Luckily, I suspect he's online more than I am. he's got a new DSL connection you know, so he probably knows he has mail about 3 seconds after I send it. Anyway, the frame layouts were very confusing, but I'm getting the hang of it. It's surprising how much just doing something, anything, can make you feel a little better about yourself. I was pretty excited to finally at least get this thing off the ground. I've been talking about it for almost 5 months now. I was up till 3 am working on it. Once I figured it out, I just didn't want to stop. Beginning something is always the hardest part for me. Once I get going, it's tough to stop. Even with school. The only real problem with 3000 word articles is the first 200. Once I get going, it doesn't matter if it has to be 3 pages or 13. Anyhow, it's good to do something somewhat fulfilling.
Of course, I'm now manically feeling a bit down. I'm kind of depressed about my job prospects in the field of journalism. I'm not making a lot of progress. I just can't think of anything to write. My professor suggested I work on my note taking. So I think I'll go down to Starbucks or something and just sit there for an hour or so and take some notes on the people. Anyhow, I'd like to be more ninja on the webdesign front as well. I just want to know something, and know it well. All my knowledge is so half-assed, it kills me. I sick of bullshitting my way through things and finagling cheap ways of getting things done. I'm sick of this constant feeling of mild frustration, strong enough to constantly pester me, but not strong enough to get me to really motivate. I'm sick of this. I'm such a slacker that I'm a half-assed slacker. I'm lazy at times, but I know better, so I can't really be a slacker. Basically, I'm sick of a lot of things, and it's time to do something about it.
I'm also sick of being all talk. Sort of.
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