Monthly Archive for December, 2001

Christmas Eve Always used to Be Fun

When I was a kid, it was almost more excit­ing that Christ­mas day—we’d go to the grand­par­ents house, and there’d be lit­er­al­ly hun­dreds of pack­ages every­where. you couldn’t walk across the room. If by chance there were out­siders in atten­dance, they’d be shocked that a fam­i­ly of 6 could wrap so much… and each year we’d up the num­ber. I remem­ber get­ting a my first trip to NYC in 1995… a sabres jer­sey (#89 mogilny) in 1989. there was a cab­bage patch kid in 1984. It was always a pic­ture per­fect com­mer­cial­ized Christ­mas.

any­way, yada yada yada… basi­cal­ly I’m get­ting nos­tal­gic for the Christ­mas I nev­er had.

Also, Pres­ley and I exchanged gifts tonight… and she bought me this amaz­ing book ret­ro­spec­tive of Ray­Gun Mag­a­zine, pos­si­bly the best writ­ten and best designed music rag ever. Also, cause I get two presents… she bought me 3 har­ry pot­ter action fig­ures: quid­ditch har­ry, ron, & mal­foy. (fuck­ing mal­foy) I can’t decide whether I want to play with them, or keep them in their pack­ag­ing… oh and for my birth­day, Pres got me this old framed poster adver­tise­ment… some­thing about cold reme­dies. I will have to study it more when I get back to the city. Thanks sweet­ies! (too much AbFab)

Also, Jeffy and Jules…. where are you? I hear you are home for the hol­i­days…

3 you all, hap­py stuff.

Home

we’ve made it the 450 miles down­wind from boston to buf­fa­lo. The 2 ‘B’s. I’m now sit­ting at a blue­ber­ry imac, try­ing like fuck to get the hocky-puck mouse to do what i need it to. i’m thrilled to see that suck­ahs tests well on Mac IE 5.0… i was total­ly wierd­ed out when we went to vis­it 666 last week­end– the site worked ok on her imac (ie 4.5), but i made some minor changes to fix lit­tle bugs. i total­ly need an imac in my non-exis­tent design stood­io.

i love the mac­in­tosh OS inter­face– so love­ly. But what on earth were they think­ing with the lit­tle keys and hock­ey-puck mouse!!! and no scroll wheel??!

We’re going to some buf­fa­lo wing / beer joint over in East Amherst, next to Doc’s fam­i­ly fun­house… is that still there albany dan? i’m on the look­out for a shoot -‘em up video game. Romo the homo is meet­ing us, and i’m hop­ing that he’ll be a lit­tle nicer to me this time. that fuck was so rude last time.… and if you think i’m fish­ing for an apol­o­gy here, you’re only par­tial­ly right. i’m also look­ing for wings and beer.

Oh, and speak­ing of vis­it­ing 666 in brook­lyn this past week­end, she made me this won­der­ful­ly crafty ‘cork board’, and gave me a great­est hits book of ramond carv­er sto­ries. I love the sto­ries– extra­or­di­nary tales of ordi­nary folks… reminds me of albany danno’s writ­ing style and sub­ject mat­ter. Are you a fan, dan­no?

HOLY FOOK.

HOLY FOOK. I WILL BE   TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD ON SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22.

PR Majors

I just proof-read my subletter’s lat­est PR paper, and i would just like to say that she writes at a high school lev­el. It is total­ly laugh­able to me that she get’s A’s at emer­son col­lege for these papers. This would be a C paper any­where else– maybe C-. And, in six months, she is going to be writ­ing pub­lic rela­tions dri­v­el…

Do Linguists Have Fun, too?

Fresh Air is get­ting stale

ok, some ran­dom stranger per­son called me on my cell phone to tell me that NPR’s Fresh Air was doing a piece on blog­ging. (lis­ten in Real Audio) This Nun­berg guy’s pieces always have this strange fatal­is­tic tone to them– as if the evo­lu­tion of lan­guage over the years has specif­i­cal­ly con­tributed to the debase­ment of civ­i­liza­tion. err some­thing. But then, as if he hadn’t spent the past two and a half min­utes rip­ping up what­ev­er sub­ject he’s talk­ing about, he always has some hope­ful thought for the future of such-and-such… you get the sense that this guy doesn’t spend time enjoy­ing the here-and-now.

…the only thing blog­gers seem to have in com­mon, is that they have a lot of time on their hands, and an exhi­bi­tion­ist streak…

god, his tone of voice when he says that betrays his elit­ism and, dare I say, his gen­er­a­tion. We know which side of the cul­ture war that he’s on.

Still, I’m not going to deny his points, nor am I wor­thy of mount­ing a com­pli­cat­ed defense of ‘blog­ging’… I think that blog­ging is just anoth­er demo­c­ra­t­ic exten­sion of the spir­it and free­dom that the inter­net offers. Nun­berg admits this, but you get the sense that he doesn’t see in it much inher­it val­ue. I know there are good blogs, bad blogs, depress­ing blogs, and joy­ous blogs.

Yet, there is some­thing inher­ent­ly Amer­i­can in it, I think. In so far as any­thing can be such a thing.

:‘(

Two of my favorite weblog­gers, Tina & Mary have both hung up their key­boards for the near future…

I’ve enjoyed Tina’s lay­outs and pho­tog­ra­phy for almost a year now. And, Mary… well Mary’s got a great eye for col­or, a bemused wit, and she’s been some help to me with the suck­ahs site. She even says hi.

I employ you

ok, so here is the fun­ny sto­ry about an old friend that I promised–

About a month ago, I received this e-mail from our high school friend Matt:

John, hel­lo. I just had a con­ver­sa­tion with Ruby (who is in town today), and she had men­tioned that she had a chat with you. She had said that you had just start­ed your own graph­ics design com­pa­ny.

ok, that’s fun­ny… because I haven’t talked to Ruby (who is the long-time girl­friend of Matt’s twin, Eric), since high school, and nev­er very often. back to the sto­ry:

My first reac­tion was envy (because I’m still in school and I haven’t learned any­thing that I am trul­ly inter­est­ed in). But that was short-lived, because I remem­bered the kin­da per­son you were and the things I always knew you were cabable of. Best of luck to you.

wha?

I have a seri­ous inquiry that you may or may not be inter­est­ed in. If every­thing goes well, I will be grad­u­at­ing in Decem­ber with BA’s in Phi­los­o­phy and Com­put­er Sci­ence. I have had enough of the mid­west, so I have decid­ed that I will live and work any­where that is worth the has­sle. I have been think­ing of the west coast a lot, but my mind is open. This leads me to the fol­low­ing ques­tion (which I hope you will take seri­ous­ly):

at which point I am com­plete­ly dumb­found­ed…

do you need any help with your busi­ness? What do you say? Sin­cere­ly, Matt

What do I say?? My ‘graph­ics design com­pa­ny’ is a free­lance front for me, myself, and me. So, I said that I was an unem­ployed dot-com­mu­nist, and I don’t have any jobs to offer.

So very strange! I haven’t talked to him since that sum­mer he came back to buf­fa­lo, except for the occa­sion­al weird e-mail. So, I guess the more impor­tant ques­tion is, why the hell is Ruby Hardon (what is her real name?) telling peo­ple that she talked to me? I’m flat­tered, real­ly, that she’d go to all the trou­ble…