Two days in a row now, I haven’t gotten to eating lunch until around 3:30 PM. Good and bad, it seems. There’s lots of work to be done, and I’m thankful to be in a position where I’m employed and *have* work that needs to be done. There’s more work than can be handled by us, really. It’s been like…
I had those headphones on the whole time I was writing up tonight’s blog entry. :|—–——–
Alright. So lately, I’ve been playing a lot of UT2004. And more and more folks seem to have voice capabilities, where they’re talking or yelling out directions or whatnot. And I think it’s cool. A few days ago, Flak and I played a few games and I heard her voice (and quite the lovely voice it is) for the first…
Worked late with Ben tonight. Ordered sushi, which was the highlight of the evening. For what I got accomplished, it seems ridiculous that it took me this much freaking time. Early 9 AM meeting tomorrow. And I’d like to try to get in early to finish up what I should have finshed up this evening. It literally just turned 2:00…
I, for once in what’s been a very long while, was actually on time to work today. I hopped onto a train and met a thicker than usual crowd (I tend to catch the “late” train, filled with people who are, typically, like me, running behind). Today’s train, however, had me pretty well pinned to the door. I pulled out…
Reading Hugo has helped immensely. I’m picking away at an old poem, so even though it’s technically not writing, I don’t care. It counts as writing. Matt and I have changed our schedule so that we’re doing one poem a week, due on Sundays. I’ve had little luck focusing tonight. And despite the fact that my lazy ass missed last…
I’ve spent today mostly working and, as a result, I’ve got little to offer tonight. I didn’t even surf around the boards much, so no links or sites of interest. Days like today, I look up and it’s damn near 10:30 PM. I worked late, the subway broke down for 20 minutes, and being home feels less like home and…
by Richard Hugo The poet’s relation to the triggering subject should never be as strong as (must be weaker than) his relation to his words. The words should not serve the subject. The subject should serve the words. This may mean violating the facts. For example, if the poem needs the word “black,” at some point and the grain elevator…
Ahh, damn. I’m SO happy I picked up “The Triggering Town” and opened it up again. I’m finding myself dog-earing every single page, it’s so good. I’m realizing that, the lessons it’s taken my years to learn have been summarized by Hugo in these pages. They were there when I first picked up the book, but I simply wasn’t paying…
Last Friday, on my way home from work, I happened to see this guy at the Clark and Lake Blue Line stop. I was situated behind a pillar, and decided to sneak a picture (without explicitly asking his permission). Well, as I was focusing, some guy ends up walking right between me and the person I wanted to photograph. I…
Well, when I checked this from work I realized it wans’t synched up at all. I was loading in the audio as a .swf file (loaded into a level), and had it set to “stream.” My understanding is that, on the “stream” setting, Flash would drop frames to keep up with the audio. While this may be true when both…
I just heard Tom Waits for the first time, two days ago. I saw a thread on WH about him, and realized I had never really heard his music. I feel like I’ve fallen painfully behind my peers on this. Thankfully, I happened to see Alex online and chatted with him briefly on IM. When I asked him which album…
This is right by my workplace (the Merchandise Mart). I’d like to think there was a big wave of jets, criss-crossing one another earlier in the morning.