January 26, 2003
Slowly realizing that Ben’s project contains many of the same stumbling blocks I encountered when making the navigation for this site (Argh! Which I still need to tweak more!). Dynamic buttons are problematic – the dynamic text fields get in the way of the button detecting a rollover or rollout. I think I know the…
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January 26, 2003
I’m going to buy a fucking cookbook.
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January 26, 2003
All day today, I’ve been unfocused. This morning I ran errands, and took an ungodly time deciding on things because I didn’t make a list and couldn’t remember what I wanted. Made lunch, started some laundry, and the next thing I know it’s damn near 8 PM. The one plus from this morning: I figured…
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January 25, 2003
As I’m walking to bed, the phone rings. It’s Meghan, Jim, Matt and Juliet – they’re all at the Foxes. It’s midnight, and they’re all drunk. Out of nowhere, as the phone gets passed around, they all get the bright idea to go to different rooms. Within seconds, they’re all talking to me, to each…
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January 25, 2003
Just got back home (6:40 PM). I spent most of the day doing work-related stuff, and never got around to the work for Ben’s client. He’s stated several times that there isn’t a huge rush on this, but I know that if I finish it… it’ll be one less thing for him to stress over….
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January 25, 2003
For those of you who don’t have super tech-nerd friends like me, you may not know about the connectivity problems of the past 20 hours or so. A SQL Worm was working its magic across the whole of the web, apparently. For more information: technical | general. This morning, I was experiencing some serious lag…
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January 25, 2003
It’s Saturday morning. I’m in the office, doing some pattern sweeps on a few sites. I’ve got Shudder to Think playing kinda loudly (Pony Express), and sipping on coffee. Entertain me! ICQ: 153997726 Do it!
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January 24, 2003
rock
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January 24, 2003
Work again seemed like constant moving and doing. Lotsa crap happening, and a lot left to do. Justin and I stayed late, and ended up chatting work shit until about 7:30, 8 PM. Afterwards, we went down to Dunphy’s (inside the Mart) and had some beers with Emma. A nice, relaxing time – I got…
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January 24, 2003
I’m digging the idea of shooting pictures from a low perspective. It’s really fun. Soon, I expect I’ll be lying down in the middle of the road.
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January 24, 2003
This morning, as I was stumbling around the apartment getting ready for work… I grabbed a pair of gloves. It’s been bitterly cold in Chicago this week, and holding my camera has gotten to be pretty painful without any sort of protection. When I’m halfway down North Avenue, one glove on my left hand, I…
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January 23, 2003
About two weeks ago, I saw a few PBS commercials that made me giddy with laughter. Fallon, along with Alfonso Cuaron and Fran?Åois Girard, made some great promotional spots for them. Their "Be More" campaign has, in my book, been immensely succesful so far. My favorite is Naked, but they’re all really good. Photo booth,…
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January 23, 2003
I came across retrospectiv a few days ago. I know nothing about them, but the concept seems cool. The Flash site bogs down for me, but I care less about the interface and more about the photos. They’re not all great, but the few that are good are really good. I’ve been thinking about the…
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January 23, 2003
In my undergraduate days, I lived with four other guys in a house on North Lincoln. This was in Bloomington, Indiana. All of us were "neighbors" our first year, Freshmen in the dorms. We became friends and decided to live together our second year. For the next four years, we stayed roommates through school, through…
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January 23, 2003
I think my nose hairs froze together this morning, waiting for the train. Seriously. It’s cold as hell here tonight, and my apartment seems incapable of retaining heat. Partly, I’m sure it’s because this building is "sunk" into the ground (the yard is a good fifteen? twenty? feet below street level). So technically, though I’m…
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