August 13, 2002
I decided to take the day off of work. Called in sick around 6 AM, and played hooky. Even though there was a good chance of rain, Melissa and I headed down to Chinatown to have lunch and to take pictures. A quick shot of Chinatown, from the main entrance on Cermak. Bamboo plants…
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August 12, 2002
Melissa showed up, and we talked well into the night. It was a good conversation, and I felt my stress fall away as we chatted more and more. To top it off, she got me this: What a fantastic gift! And to think, I was getting antsy and nervous before her arrival! And she brings…
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August 12, 2002
Melissa’s going to crash here one more night, before her flight back to California tomorrow. In fact, she should be calling at any minute. I can feel myself getting a bit tense, and I really hope I’m not jerky when we’re hanging out. I think it’ll be good, though – once we start talking. Maybe…
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August 12, 2002
Signs No Left Turn Pretty
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August 11, 2002
When I talk to Shari, she’s decided on having an early dinner. Her flight leaves at 7, so we’re going to meet at 4 at Leona’s, in Rogers Park. I plod around the house for a while, and end up at Leona’s a bit early. After waiting a good long while (I was worried that…
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August 11, 2002
Earlier today, on our way to breakfast, Alex asked if I was agoraphobic. It’s an interesting question. I don’t tend to be someone who accepts "social" type diseases. Alex mentioned medication, but that thought is so far from my mind it’s not even funny. If I’m uncomfortable in public, I figure it’s something I just…
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August 11, 2002
I get a call from Justin this morning around 11 AM. He invites me to breakfast, and I pick up Alex and Elissa en route. Everyone else was up until 4 or 5, I think… and Justin is surprisingly perky. Everyone is talking about going to the beach, white dunes in Indiana or something like…
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August 11, 2002
I’ve got this weird thing about walking around at night. I don’t like doing it. I’m not sure where this comes from, but it’s been with me as long as I can remember. Maybe the movies have leached themselves too heavily into my subconscious. Maybe it has something to do with living in Indiana and…
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August 10, 2002
After living together for a long, long time.. Dave and Justin are getting their own places. Tonight is the big, BIG final farewell party. I’m planning on making it until breakfast. I’m not usually one to stay late, but I’m gonna try and break out of my hiding mode. It’s a dance party which is…
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August 10, 2002
Dave showed up here right at 8 AM, and we went to work. I’ve been trying to put shelves on my walls for some time, but seem to only make this rather large gouges into the wall. Dave is here to help, in exchange for me helping code his Flash site for him. Bartering is…
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August 10, 2002
Dave also needed to go to the Museum of Contemporary Art today, to pick up a mobile for his kid. Like me, Dave is practical and strives to be as efficient as possible. He asked if I wanted to go with, and MaryAnn and I tagged along for the ride. We went to the store,…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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