August 9, 2002
MaryAnn and I talked a bit, when I got back to the apartment. We were surfing sites together for a bit, and I ended up calling it a night. Before bed, I got a call from Justin (who was a bit tipsy), as a reminder to burn the gallery photos to a CD. As it turns out, later on in…
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August 9, 2002
Rob and Jake are having a closing party for their work tonight. Since I passed out and missed the opening, I sure as hell wasn’t going to miss this. All in all, a very cool evening. Jake and Rob both spoke about their work, combining speech, poetry, music, you name it. I saw a good number of people I haven’t…
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August 9, 2002
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August 9, 2002
Right before I left work, I was talking and tipped over a full, cold cup of coffee with the phone cord. It spilled onto my keyboard a bit, but soaked my pant leg, making it look like I lost control of my bowels… but only on the left side of my body. Stupid Universal Harmonic Balance.
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August 9, 2002
Got an e-mail this morning: Dear Felix Jung, Don’t know if you’re still on this address which I got off the web some while back. Anyhow, I’m planning to quote one of your web poems in an article in the NYR and they asked me if I could supply just some indication of who you are. Is there any place…
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August 9, 2002
Actually, work went really well. We’re doing a fancy survey-type site, and Brian and I got a lot of ground covered regarding the navigation. We trimmed down what used to be a rather unwieldy interface, and now… instead of bombarding the user with a gazillion options to do everything, we’ve made things screen and context sensitive. Productive day. Dammit. This…
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August 9, 2002
They’re doing construction along Cortland Ave., and have been paving over the road the past few weeks. Near the train stop, I discovered that the road used to be paved with brick. It made me wonder how long the brick had been waiting, underneath all the crap we’d thrown on top of it… and how long it had been since…
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August 8, 2002
Melissa and I talked today, and set up a time for us to hang out next week. As it turns out, she’ll come down to Chicago on Monday night, and stay here and leave sometime Tuesday. I have to admit… at first, I was a bit wary. I think a big part of it is that I’ve been going and…
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August 8, 2002
Pacific Cafe. This was a place that Chelsea and I used to go to a good deal, and it’s still one of my favorite places. Right on Damen, and the front doors open out onto the street when it’s warm enough. Reasonable prices, and just good vibes all around. I felt a bit guilty, as I didn’t have any money….
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August 8, 2002
Instead of taking the train home today, Tracy drove and offered me and Jenny a ride. It felt nice, hanging out in the back of Tracy’s car… and just watching the world go by. On top of that, I got to ride with two really hot girls, and it made me feel really good. I know that’s selfish, but it…
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August 8, 2002
As I was walking to the train this morning, I crossed paths with a woman who was walking her dog. It was the cutest thing in the world, a small little puppy on a leash. And she was super cute to boot. Part of me was suddenly overcome with the desire to have that sort of life… where I would…
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August 7, 2002
MaryAnn signed a lease today on an apartment! That was really, really fast! I’m glad she found a place, and that the whole "searching" process is now over. After work, I went to Home Depot and Ace Hardware. Got some supplies in anticipation of my coworker Dave’s visit. I’ve been tearing up the walls here like nobody’s business, and he’s…
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August 7, 2002
At lunch, I checked over the phone to see how much money I had. Surprise surprise… I was about $375 overdrawn on my checking account. fuck. I run to the bank, and go over my transactions with a really nice teller. Turns out, I wasn’t keeping track enough of my spending… and when my rent check got cashed, ka-BLAMMO. Luckily,…
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August 6, 2002
My friend MaryAnn arrived today! She went to school at OSU with me, and is a fiction writer. She knows Chicago so much better than me it’s not even funny. She’s been in NY for a while, and is moving back to the windy city. She’s staying with me a few days, and arrived this morning. Our schedules are a…
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August 6, 2002
Matt continued my asskicking during the day. While I was at work, he IM’ed me several times, yelling at me for not writing. I decided, during lunch, to go out to the Barnes and Nobles in Crystal Lake and purchase a copy of Poets Market. That’s right, kids. I haven’t had enough rejection in my life lately, so I want…
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