June 16, 2000.  Friday
 

    The Survivor article is finished.  I don't know if it'll be used, but it's done.  The new AC is in the window, and cool air is nipping at my toes.  I went out and got some excercise in the horrible heat and humidity.  And the apartment is clean.  I might have a job lined up.  Actually, i think I have it if i want it.  So yeah, things are aight.
 

As far as an update-

I went over to the New York Daily News yesterday for my photojournalism class.  My professor is a photographer over there.  I still hate going uptown.  But it was interesting to be in the newsroom and see all the cool things the photographers are doing these days. Almost no one uses film anymore.  It's all digital. And it's pretty clear. Not like my little Casio camera.  My prof has a 4000 dollar Nikon.  It's keen-o.  I actually don't mind class. It's pretty interesting.  There are some people that annoy me, but that's to be expected by now.  I'm the only guy in the class as well.  But that's irrelevant.  Anyway, I'm actually sort of learning stuff about taking pictures and about cameras and light.  If nothing else, I'll at least know how to buy a camera at the end of this class.  Which is in a week. I'm psyched about that. Instead of thre 14 week classes next term, I'll only have two, and all I had to do was go to five 5-hour classes.  Nifty, eh?

    So after class I was supposed to meet Jen and James and Jed on the Lower East Side.  I had a monster headache, and didn't feel like going though. But I figured I hadn't hung out in Manhattan in about a months, so I trudged over.  On the way, i stopped at NYU to try to steal some software from the labs, but that didn't work too well.  I was also accosted outside of Gray's Papaya after buying a delicious 75 cent hotdog.  This woman with a baby came up to me and started rambling "Do you speak english?" I shoulda been like "Uh... what country do you think this is?" but i stupidly said "Yes." So she goes into this long-ass story about how she wasn't from New York and the cabbie drove off with all her money after first telling her that she was supposed to pay twice what the meter said and then she said no go get a cop and then he said ok and then he stopped and took out the stroller and while she was putting the baby in the stroller the cabbie drove off and now blah blah blah.  After about 5 minutes of this, I had to stop her. I'm waving my hands like "Ok ok ok.  What do you want?" Then she goes of into another goddam set of "I have two other daughters at home, and one has seizures, and I have no way of getting home, and I'm stuck in NY, and the cabbie took all my bags,"   "what do you want!?  Do you want money? Directions? Just tell me what you want!"  I don't know if she even said she wanted money. but I was like, you need money, ok, fine. here. and I gave her like 60 cents.  What really pissed me off was her rambling.  If she didn't have my sympathy after a 30 seconds, she wasn't going to get it.  i don't even care if she was full of shit, which I suspect she was.  It was really her presentation.  She really needs to work on that.  You know, whenever you're telling any sort of story, after a while too many details just becomes a big ol distraction.  You gotta get to the point. So I found that annoying.  Not that I really had anything better to be doing.  I actually really wanted to follow her, since I had an hour to kill before meeting up with the Home Team.  But better judgement prevailed.  And by "better judgement," I mean "laziness and shyness."

    So I eventually met up with Jed and then James at Ray's Pizza on Houston and Ludlow, and we walked down Ludlow to this little bar.  Jen eventually came over, and we had two carafes of red wine.  I was kind of in a wine mood.  Beer's a little too filling.  The wine was sort of vinegary, but it was also very cheap.  Our waitress made a slight miscalculation and charged us half price though.  Normally I'd give more of a tip since I'd saved more money, but she sucked.

    Anyhow, it was pleasant enough.  We had our usual conversations about things like girlfriends or boyfriends we've had that we were the most into and least into.  It was kind of funny when Jen said the boyfriend she was least into was James.  Actually, i found it kind of awkward at first. Not sure why.  But, as usual when I see all those guys together, I hadn't seen them all in a while.  After a bit, James left to meet a friend from Washington and Lee.  And I still had an article to write, so we took off.

    Anyway, I still gotta clean my room and upload this. I just felt like writing, since 3 out of the 4 journals I check everyday were updated today.  Which was notable.  No one writes anymore, and just when I got all this time.  Of course, i don't write much besides this.  rats.
 

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