May 19, 1999. Wednesday
Mail to G-Rock
Well, I've put this off till late afternoon again. But that's ok. I just haven't felt too inspired to write anything. But I suppose writing everyday, not matter how tedious at times, is a good thing. So... I spoke with Doug yesterday. He's still in Austin, still doing the stand-up comedy thing. He's getting pretty good too. Most of his stuff isn't written, but just off-the-cuff kinda stuff, which in my book is always funnier. Of course, that's how my humor is as well. Maybe that's why I always feel funny telling stories. Actually, I don't feel funny telling humourous stories, I feel funny retelling them. I feel kinda phony, and I don't really enjoy it. I don't really enjoy the spotlight that much. I'd rather just interject my sarcastic comments from the periphery. As far as Doug's comedy goes, it's a real ballsy style. I could never operate like that. He makes up a lot of the stuff on the car drive over. I think I could do that, but I'd be way too scared to try. So I kinda admire him for that. And he is a hell of a funny guy.
He's picking up little tricks of the trade. Basically, he thinks it's 1/3 premise, 1/3 diciton. and 1/3 delivery. Little things like word choice sometimes really help. For example, "snapple" is a funnier word than "Coke." I suppose that's true. Anyway, I really, really hope to get out to Austin this summer. At this point, I doubt if anyone will be coming with me. That's ok though, as long as I don't spend the whole trip wishing someone had come with me. Which is actually pretty likely. I know the commute at least will largely be spent wanting some company. But I suppose it'll be good for me. Or so they say...
So let's see... I'm still looking for a new webhost, so if anyone out there has their own server and wants to do a good deed and give me tons of space, that'd be great. And hell, as long as I'm at it, I'd really love a new computer too. Mac, please.
I've got this funky bruise on my arm from where Matt's girlfriend bit me. It actually looks more like a hicky than a bite mark. Nora thought so too. I mean, there's no teeth marks. Just a big ol' bruise. How queer... It's been a week and it's still lingering. It was fairly sizeable, so I guess i expected it to linger. Of course when I told Matt, he attributed it not to his girlfriend's suction prowess but to my body's inability to heal itself. That may actually be kinda true. I haven't been eating really healthy food lately, and yesterday's fried chicken and today's Taco Bell surely didn't help. But boy, it's takes some amount of effort to make that kind of a mark through two layers of clothes...
After Rodzilla commented on the dream I had on Monday, I took mimi's suggestion and looked up some of the imagery in a dream dictionary. There was no mention of stones or gems or rocks, but there was a mention to water. Clear water, it seems, foretells of good luck and prosperity. Anyother kinda of water- dark, muggy, foggy, muddy- all spell trouble. So although in my dream the water was rather pesky, it seems that it was a good sign, since it was about 3 inches deep but crystal clear. But now I wonder, in what context will the good fortune play out? In the dream, it stopped me from writing a message. Does that mean it's good that I didn't write it? Well, I'm reading too much into this dream stuff. So... On to the next image! The forest can also be good or bad, depending on your situation. If you're poor, it could mean financial gain. But if you're rather well-off, it could mean ruin. I'd hafta say I'm pretty in between. So does that mean things will go along just the way they have been? Typical.
Anyway, the only reason I'm even thinking about the dream is cos Rodzilla said something about it. Now I kinda feel like a big sissy-pants. Ah well.
I just went to get a drink of water, and on the way back, I felt this funny feeling in my legs. I stopped and marvelled at how amazing it is to be bale to make your legs move. Ok then...
By the way, some day I'm going to write a much longer essay on the subject, but I just wanted to write it here so I didn't forget it. But I think the web is revolutionizing publishing and writing. I'm sure that's not a revolutionary thought at this point. But still, it's amazing how it can change writing style and writing in general. The main reason: the hypertext link. I've often thought that a lot of things like book and movie reviews were too often just references to obscure movements or artists and whatnot that alienated readers with only a rememdial knowledge of the subject. But now, with the ease of clicking on a link, you can open another window, get some quick background, and get back to reading. And if you don't need any background info, you can just keep on reading, without the flow of the writing being interrupted by a lengthy explanation. Plus, on the web, you can routinely screw with fonts and colors and layouts that you usually can't do in a magazine. Of course, some may see that as a crutch for bad writers. But I think when used properly, it's a useful complement to the writing. Anyway, I just think this world wide web business is pretty neat-o. Well, that's all, folk(s)...
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