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 06.28.03 

it's about time. stop living in fear of the phone! or was that just me?

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 06.25.03 

from the front lines, sparky brings you our new york trip. or at least one frame of it. the whole thing was like that though, silly expressions for days.

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it's funny, because when i was in New York, it was much hotter than it is here right now, and it didn't bother me all that much. but this, in san francisco? it's barely hot at all and it's still totally stifling. mostly the problem is our apartment, which really manages to lock in the day's warmth and hold it well into the evening. so sitting here, it just feels stuffy and thick. i'm low energy because of it, low energy, low appetite.

it's the trade-off for the beautiful weather outside. beautiful weather and long days. it's going to be perfect out tonight. a perfect night to go out.

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what's a good, free IRC client for mac os x? is there such a thing? does anybody IRC anymore?

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well, obviously you've already heard. i'm going to fall in love with panther and i've got a design-boner for the isight, tho i'm not totally convinced there's a whole ton of use for a webcam. even a really cool webcam. unless it will be able to plug into a video ipod and capture video on the go.

i'm sure i'll have more to say on these topics later.

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 06.22.03 

wait, is it totally passé of me to suddenly be obsessed with neko case? i think i need to post an mp3 for you. update: check out deep red bells from her album blacklisted, and for extra fun, hear neko singing mass romantic to the wildly addictive pop sounds of the new pornographers.

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 06.21.03 

i didn't know gregory peck died.

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richard is a genius.

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if i was a writer, i would like to be a writer like a punctuation mark. a thing, solid and black, immobile, with a clear and clever purpose. i would move, sentence to sentence, challenge to challenge, applying my simple rule with clean and obvious distinction.

or i would be a monster. a frankenstein of writers, a creation stitched up of the cast-off parts of other, better writers. i would be greater than the sum of my parts, ageless and shifting, able to transform in front of your very eyes, and you would know me by the trail of wreckage and grotesqueries left in my wake.

and in this way, i would turn into something else.

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i've been looking for something like this forever! now if only it were both more attractive and more practical - recording glasses.

and in other news, someone's trying to set up a san francisco version of the manhattan mob project.

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 06.19.03 

bart pointed me towards this amazing north-eastern dining experience: Fresno's Southwest Restaurant And Bar! i mean, wow, it's named after my home town! and it's a bar and grill! and they sell pig visor hats! amazing.

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see? us shy people are just made this way. we can't help it.

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 06.18.03 

i must have been under a rock, because i didn't notice until just today that canada is inches away from legalizing gay marriage. the Times article outlines a much broader social movement in canada towards the more hospitable social environs of our western european and scandinavian friends. seems like america's "little sister" is blossoming into the prettiest girl on the block, while we're about to be left at home on prom night, eating ben & jerry's and watching HSN.

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 06.17.03 

damn! i just missed it! did anyone go? this is such a terrificly fun idea — i'd love to see pictures. update: found some.

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 06.15.03 

our lovely host has been experiencing technical trauma with his always-on-internet, so email has been spotty (GSM to the rescue!) and posting has been impossible. not that a computer-break has been a bad thing. just nothing i could ever manage on my own.

it's lovely out there and i'm starting to get the hang of things — the weather, the subways, the streets. of course, you'll hear all about it upon my return later this week. 'cos i know you've been pining.

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 06.10.03 

about damned time.

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 06.09.03 

white elephants/ sitting ducks/ i will/ rise up

guess what comes out tomorrow? just in time for that five hour flight.

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 06.08.03 

it is really stupid of me to be excited that BART goes to the airport at the end of this month? i thought it wasn't schedule to complete until 2029 or something.

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 06.05.03 

have you noticed how little there is going on right now? i mean, there are things happening, but it just seems like there's nothing worth mentioning. although i'm sure that's not true. i mean, it's been a busy week. interesting stuff at work, as always; i'm going down to orange county tomorrow afternoon, flying back the same evening. that's always fun. jessie and i are getting ready for our impending trip. he's so sweet to me, you know, he picked up a copy of this month's spin for me, just because it has an interview with radiohead. and he sent me a link to this today, which i've been listening to ever since.

other people are doing interesting things. byron is meeting boys in the bathroom, and generally seeming more at ease than he has been recently. mark's posted fun pictures from his trip to california. reese has quit his job and is now a professional simpsons addict. another mark is taking a week's vacation and seems of the opinion that someone will take his bait and call a strange phone number he's posted. (little does he know he's getting calls from across the bay.) and david's really been attacking friendster; now he's got a fresh crush on peter, but who doesn't already?

on the web, salon has a typically objective-bitchy-glowing arc to their review of the season finale of six feet under. which was spectacular, if not a little slow. luckily, they also take a minute to dis pete yorn, who bothers me on principal alone. so that's always good.

i suppose i could tell you stories. and i will. like the one about the boy from high school i ran into last weekend in the castro — we never really talked about it so it's rather nice to run into one another later in life. and i might you some rather embarrassing pictures i found from high school. but all this will have to wait for another time. because tonight i'm tired, and this cheese-sandwich crap is all you're going to get.

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 06.03.03 

the recording industry: still stupid, now with more narrow sighted legal antics!

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grrrrr. tivo's selling the accumulated aggregate click-data of their users. if i'm going to trust a company, tivo's right up there, but i still find this a wee unsettling. perhaps though, rather than leading to more and more targeted commercials, it will lead to more good commercials. um, maybe.

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 06.02.03 

a really interesting interview with chan marshall of cat power. i didn't know much about her, except that she's supposed to be crazy. and she is! but not so much, it turns out, in that i'm an indierock devil and i'm CRAZY! kind of way as in that holden caufield mildly fucked-up by living in the world sort of way. which is interesting.

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