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unless you enjoy that lifestyle

if there's one thing i've learned in the past three years, it's that there is a time and place for everything. i don't say this simply to be nice, but because for three years things have been the wrong time for everything. i wasn't ready for what occurred in my life, nor mature enough to appreciate what i'd had. that changes as time goes by. he's out there somewhere. he may not know it, but he's meant for you and he's out there.

ShaniFaye

After dealing with two days worth of cramps so bad that I had to call in sick to work, which is TOTALLY embarrassing when you're the only female where you work, I pretty much stayed home and did nothing all weekend and got pampered by Dave. It looks like Im going to have to repeat 3 years ago, because of new insurance and new doctors and deal with the invasive ultrasounds and tests to determine that the uteruan cysts have come back and I will have to go back to taking BC pills for them again. I really really dread this...Im "hoping" I can take the test results from before with me and the perscription to the new doctor and tell her that its the exact same thing...please try me on the pills FIRST and that if it doesn get better THEN I will go for all the stupid tests.

My soon to be mother in law is all concerned that its endometriosis, but I had no signs of it whatsoever last time...its just the stupid cysts...

So....a nice quiet weekend, quality time with Dave...

makes for a boring journal entry...but I was going thru withdrawals from posting

maleficent

Grabbed dinner from my local take out sushi place tonite, and decided I really and truly wanted green tea ice cream for dessert. Yes, it's bad for me, and no I don't need it, but it's been a shitty week, this week is going to even be worse, so I wanted the treat. Me LOOOOOVE green tea ice cream.

So I get home, and get all comfy on the sofa, which had finally been liberated from clutter, I had no idea my sofa was green, it's been so long since I've seen it, and enjoy my spicey tuna roll and eel roll. I then eagerly open my green tea ice cream container, which now should be suitably soft, and really tasty, and my mouth is just watering for it... and it's... it's.... CHOCOLATE. But I hate chocolate. Really and truly hate chocolate. I guess this is a bad omen, that I can't even get the ice cream I wanted, and of course I'm too lazy to walk back to the restaurant, get the right ice cream and walk home, that's entirely too much effort. I really didn't need the ice cream, but I did want it... out:

Oddly, there were fortune cookies in with my sushi, guess we're going multi cultural. Since I am the very mature type... You know what you're supposed to do with the fortune don't you... These seemed very appropriate to the game too.

It is better to deal with problems before they arise (in bed) --
Though, I must say things "arising" in bed are seldom problems.

and
When you learn to be flexible, amazing opportunities reveal themselves (in bed) Well, this is a perfect reason to get back into yoga then.

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amonkie

I had that on my door when I all my peoples coming to me, nice to see it coming to me from somewhere else. I'm sooo pyscho when school starts, hardly any time for going far out of my way to entertain boys. Although I seem to do well enough keeping people entertained with my attempts at balance and poise.

Cynthetiq

aaah... come to my neck of the woods... the Chinese Homemade Ice Cream Factory has excellent green tea ice cream... lychee too!!!

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quadro2000

Arrrgh.

I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around doing the journals this way. I know it's just temporary and that it's better to have this than nothing, but for some reason, this way of doing things is not working for me. I'm finding myself with things to say, but immediately and reflexively stopping myself from writing them because, well, the journals aren't here.

Which is lame.

I didn't ask Halx about the journals when I saw him yesterday. I guess I could have. I didn't want to be annoying about it. I just hope they're back up soon.

amonkie

So school officially starts today, had to get here about 4 hours before my class actually starts to meet with one of the professors who I'm going to be grading papers for. So stopped in the school computer lab to check up on email and such. All the Freshmie classes are doing campus orientation things today, and every 5 minutes or so, a whole group of 5-10 comes traipsing through the door to have the counter lady sign things to say they'd stopped by. I'm a senior finally, and they all just look so cute and small! , I just wanna rub some of their heads and go "aww..... jou look so cuwte". Parking is NUTS!?!?! Last year, certain parking lots were always full, but this year there's one that typically only had 3 of the 10 rows full. Got here, and find out that all 10 of the rows except the back half of the 10th row were full. And there's this bulldozer thingie sitting in the middle of the lane as you exit - the rows are angled so it's one directional parking. So in order to get out, if they don't move the stupid thing, I'm gonna have to pull out in reverse and back out of the entire row, passing probably about 15 cars. Just hope no one is waiting to hit me when I get to the end. *sigh*.

And now my contact just moved, so think I'm gonna get off and go get it straightened in my eye.

Cynthetiq

I don't write journal entries anymore without it being in some sort of editor, which is I guess why I don't have that pavlovian reaction.

ngdawg just asked Halx about them... he's getting to them as he can...

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I don't care if you are black, white, purple, green, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, hippie, cop, bum, admin, user, English, Irish, French, Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim, indian, cowboy, tall, short, fat, skinny, emo, punk, mod, rocker, straight, gay, lesbian, jock, nerd, geek, Democrat, Republican, Libertarian, Independent, driver, pedestrian, or bicyclist, either you're an asshole or you're not.

Dano069

Suffering journal withdrawl even as we speak. How the heck can I convey the pain and soreness that was my dental appointment today? Where can I post how the dentist had to remove a tooth, one root at a time? Where can I put down my thoughts of when he cracked the tooth into smaller pieces. Where can I write about the pain that is starting to come into being since the numbing agent is wearing off? Where? I ask you where?

Oh wait, I just did, never mind.

Shout out to Halx and the gang for the improvements! Great job so far!

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maleficent

So, plane lands in Manchester, NH this morning, and I head out to the car service stand, I take the first available car and give the driver the address, and ask very nicely for a quick stop at the Dunkin Donuts on the way in from the airport. Reasonable request, heck I'll even buy him a cuppa coffee.

Driver stops at the Dunkin Donuts, I run in and grab 2 dozen donuts, and come back out to the car. Driver turns around and looks at me, and says "you must have a really long list of things that you need from your programmers this week". Ummm, why yes, I do, now I'm totally confused, how the heck would he know my methods, now granted this is the technology corridor, and most folks heading in that direction are working with tech firms, but...

He tells me that he's driven me a few times before, and my usual MO is to stop for donutes for the boys. OK, so I'd imagine that he drives more than one person a month, and well, it's been at least 6 months since I've been to the office, I think it was snowing last time I was up here, he'd remember me? That'd disturbing... my mind flashes thru all the really evil nasty things that must make me memorable... He did get a good tip though... This time...

And Speaking of Coffee
One of the things I was free cycling over the weekend, was a bunch of old coffee mugs from various sets of dishes that I've had over the years, even with all the coffee and tea I drink, I figured that 20 coffee cups was a bit excessive, especially since I only use one cup all the time, and I have a handful of other cups that I've gotten in my travels that I use for company, I didn't need all these old cups, so I got rid of them. Joe, who came to pick them up on Sunday, rang the doorbell, and said he was there to pick up the CAWFEE Cups, really, he said CAWFEE, all the years I have made fun of that accent, I've never quite heard anyone TAWK like that... I had to have him repeat himself just because it amused me so much.

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maleficent

Going to the dentist never quite seemed so bad after seeing the movie Marathon Man, with Laurence Olivier as the evil dentist... Makes me want to utter the simple question.... "Is it safe?" Hopefully your experience was slightly better.

...and you got some good painkillers.

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Cynthetiq

my ponytail is my idenity mark. People remember I'm the guy with the long ponytail... not many long hairs out there... especially asian guys.

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I don't care if you are black, white, purple, green, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, hippie, cop, bum, admin, user, English, Irish, French, Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim, indian, cowboy, tall, short, fat, skinny, emo, punk, mod, rocker, straight, gay, lesbian, jock, nerd, geek, Democrat, Republican, Libertarian, Independent, driver, pedestrian, or bicyclist, either you're an asshole or you're not.

maleficent

Whine alert

Now I know why I only come to the office every few months... My boss just stopped by my desk... Says, we have a customer presentation tomorrow afternoon, and I need you to talk about X, Y, Z, A, and B - -put together a demo to go with it you'll have about 2 hours to present the material.

Thanks.

And he goes home...

Oh this is going to be fun...

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Cynthetiq

sounds like you are going to have your own Harold and Kumar adventure!!!!

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I don't care if you are black, white, purple, green, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, hippie, cop, bum, admin, user, English, Irish, French, Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim, indian, cowboy, tall, short, fat, skinny, emo, punk, mod, rocker, straight, gay, lesbian, jock, nerd, geek, Democrat, Republican, Libertarian, Independent, driver, pedestrian, or bicyclist, either you're an asshole or you're not.

roachboy

feeding the jones a bit....

i have to say that this format is not making me terribly happy--i write in a way that uses the distance provided by the other journal format as a frame-assumption--here i feel a fly against a windshield on the freeway (a paraphrase--wish it was my line)....nothing seems to work right.

anyway
across a hopelessly strange birthday weekend, one fascinating, bizarre object floated to me--this book:

"russian criminal tattoo encylopedia" by danzig baldaev et al. (gottingen: steidel/fuel, 2001)

it is like seeing the edge of a huge, dark, slowly turning, largely vanished galaxy, the elements of which are drawn onto people's bodies.

amazing, fascinating, disturbing, pornographic, offensive, hilarious, desperately sad.

cant recommend this highly enough as a window and as a jolt.

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spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear

it make you sick.

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Supple Cow

It's only my third day living at my new place, but already I feel at home. This is the first time in three years that I've felt at home in this city, and I have to say that it's a good feeling. Sure, I still have to steal toilet paper from the student center, my refridgerator froze all of my eggs solid and I almost burned some of my hair off getting the pilot lights on the stove lit yesterday... but somehow, it doesn't faze me.

The security guards at the desk insist that I stop showing them my ID when I come in (an old habit from more strict dorms) because they all know me already. The regular people who live in the building are nice and actually smile and greet me in the elevator. I get to watch the empire state building light up every night through my lovely windows. Best of all, I finally feel like I have a good amount of space, which is such a commodity in this crowded city.

I never thought any place other than Los Angeles would feel like home to me, but I guess I take a little more time to feel at home than most. I just hope that my positive outlook doesn't change too radically when the academic year brings my suitemates back to the city and I can't walk around naked anymore For now, I'm enjoying every last bit of having a place to call my own.

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(Michael Jordan)

ForgottenKnight

...I can't wait for the normal journals to get back up... I like them a lot better than threads, hense why I'm not really keeping up and writing a journal right now. But after starving you guys of my life for a while, and my wanting to have my journal back, I decided that I'd finally post an entry here...

Overall things seem to be going fine. Summer's now officially over. It's a shame. I had one of the best summers of my life! It was soo much fun! But alas, freedom like that doesn't last when you're a student. I had my first day of classes today. Thus far it continues to look like I'll have the easiest semester ever! It'll be good for me! Plus it allows me to divote more time this semester into the fencing club so that things hold together really well, don't fall apart, or anything, when I don't have much time next semester. I have one class with a friend of mine, plus today we found out we have another person from our church group in the class as well! Yay! That geology class will be easy and fun! Then the lab is going to be easier and even more fun! The only problem is that due to my buddy's packed schedule, he could only have one lab time, which conficts with the only time that my only senior level class is offered. Oh well, I'm meeting new people and I'll continue to make more friends, which is something I very much enjoy doing.
My American Sign Language class will be more challenging than I thought it would be. The instructor is 100% deaf, and we will not have any interpreters, except we had a few today. Not being able to ask the instructor verbally to repeat something they signed or ask any other questions will make things much more difficult. But I suppose in a way it means that I will be forced to learn the material better, and that is something I look forward to. This is material I want to learn, so that I can speak to my mom years in the future when she becomes completely deaf with her old age. Right now she's been struck by a heretitary disease that skips generations, but it hit her 20+ years earlier than it should have. While she's still holding strong to what hearing she has left, and is still hearing and amazing the doctors by doing so, there's no telling how long it will last. I hope it lasts for many, many years to come, but that doesn't mean I'm going to skip out on a chance to learn how to communicate with her later on. As far as the class goes, they made it mandatory to set up a study group and meet with them on a weekly basis to help us out, which I thought was really cool. I'm in a group with another guy and three beautiful girls. None of us knew each other before today, so we're all in the same boat of meeting new people and whatnot. It'll be fun... there's always going to be fun... for if you can't find something to enjoy in it, then there's no purpose in doing it! And if there's always a purpose of somesort, then there should always be something fun to enjoy about everything!
Tomorrow I have my Beginning Jazz Dance. That one credit hour class will be soo much fun! I love dancing, but never learned how to dance to anything other than some to techno, and a very small amount to hip-hop. I'm very much looking forward to this class! Then I also have my only senior level class tomorrow: The History of Space Exploration. I've always loved space so much that my major is Aerospace Engineering, so having a class on the history of what I want to do with my life is just awesome! I know a guy who took it and he said it was the easiest thing ever, but then before that class if you asked him anything about NASA, he'd be able to answer it. So for me it will be a bit more challenging than it was for him, but I don't expect it to be that bad at all. I expect the material to be so interesting for me that it'll be fun to study!
Considering I'm a senior in Aerospace Engineering and am used to taking high stress level classes with outrageously huge workloads, this semester is going to be a brease! There are some advantages to me extending my graduation by a year in order to regain your mental health: I get to have the funnest and easiest semester I've ever had, I get to meet new people outside of my major and not have the same people in every single class (but that did have quite a few advantages to it), I get to enjoy life a bit before going back into the hard core engineering classes, I now have time to pick up a geological sciences minor that I had thought about picking up during last year after it had been "too late" to start one, I get to spread out what I have less as to not overload myself with too many credits any semester for the rest of my undergraduate degree, and I get to regain my mental health from my depression while not losing my financial aid (which I would have by taking a semester comepletely off)!
God works in mysterious ways. While bringing me to the lowest depths and closing some doors, he provided me with a different path to follow which had more open doors and more fun than I would have otherwise had. It has been a learning experience which has affected me greatly, and it's not over yet. I am not the person I was when I started college. I am not the person I was a year ago. I am not the person I was six months ago. I am not even the person I was three months ago. Going through the depression, especially one so severe, and then getting help both medically and spiritually (I think the later has helped the most) has helped me to grow and change my heart for the better.
Funny how in the past when people told me to never change, they probably never thought about me changing to be even better... I doubt most of those people even thought it was possible...

...I can't wait until the normal journals are back...

Cynthetiq

Having the Empire State Building as part of your view is incredible. I had it from my apartment in Hoboken. I loved it.

Enjoy the solitude.

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I don't care if you are black, white, purple, green, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, hippie, cop, bum, admin, user, English, Irish, French, Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim, indian, cowboy, tall, short, fat, skinny, emo, punk, mod, rocker, straight, gay, lesbian, jock, nerd, geek, Democrat, Republican, Libertarian, Independent, driver, pedestrian, or bicyclist, either you're an asshole or you're not.

roachboy

a rant

last night the collective turned up for a ridiculous pr event for the philadelphia live arts/fringe festival.
which we are playing sept 11-12
(reflex plug, like a headless chicken walking around)
amira and laura did a duet reading. no-one could hear laura because she stood to the side of the microphone. it did not really matter, given the space.
brett and i did not play.

it was one of those events that began as awful awful awful and managed somehow to transcend that, achieving a level of foulness that makes you question why you do anything that would bring you into any contact with these people ever.

it was one of those evenings that starts off bad and ends by engendering a series of questions concerning one's committment to doing a performance based artform at all. this is accomplished by presenting a situation far beyond the boundaries that one draws in order to maintain a serious committment to something in a space of general indifference....why bother to work on music or poetry or anything?
why bring any of it out when your stuff is framed by the aggressive mediocrity of folk like this? no matter what you do, it gets flattened back into this one-dimensional space moderated by braying idiots proud of their idiocy, secure in it, revelling in it microphone empowered.

"do not worry...hahaha.....just sit and have another drink......we are all in this together.......i dont get it either.......hahaha."


we were there to shill.
i am pretty sure that the only people in the place were also there to shill their shows. so we shilled each other.
it was like practicing.

we did get a cd copy of some of our stuff to a columnist who writes for a weekly pseudo-hip paper in philly.
a columnist whose column i read but never like.
whose sole virtue in this case is that he exists.
but that was ok.
relatively speaking.

mangled fragment of a conversation with the columnist, after the usual introductions and coded acknowledgements of mutual indifference:

the guy: so did someone inform you of my listening habits?

[this with an air that indicates his assumption that he is such a big deal in this miserable backwater of a city that any and all personal habits are transmitted through social circuits that always always buzz buzz buzz]

me: um.......no.

[at which point a shift in tone, like a needle had been moved from one track to another, almost the same, but not quite...]

the guy: this sounds great--i'll check it out.


[[[[later]]]]

me: so what do you listen to?

the guy: o everything from britney to brand nubian. i write for alot of music magazines you see.


[i thought about making some joke concerning his working his way through the letter b. and was inclined to take the cd back. somehow i refrained on both counts. i am learning.]


here ends the summary of the evening's positive parts.



then there was the rest of it.


allegory is best in a situation of irritation, i think,
a single instance that stands for the whole.

one act was a guy playing an oud.

oud: http://www.kairarecords.com/oudpage/Oud.htm

the hosts did not know what an oud was.

they yelled at the crowd for a while about not knowing what an oud was.

"we do not know what an oud is" they said. "hahaha"

"this is an oud" the oud player said.

"what is that?"

"this is."

so he played two pieces
the first was indeed an oud piece.
the player claimed it was based loosely on indian forms, but did not say which, and proceeded to play a piece full of led zeppelin quotes.

for the second, he switched to hand drum, and played a series of generic patterns.
he was joined by a local Jazz Musician, who plays far too often out, who turns up everywhere playing the same basic thing--in this case, he played "night in tunisia" over the drum patterns, ornamented with a sequences of modal patterns.
the hosts began trying to act like they were doing drunken impersonations of belly dancing.

hahaha.

there is layer on layer of being-patronised in this little story.

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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear

it make you sick.

-kamau brathwaite

ShaniFaye

I dont want to be me today.....can I be somebody else, just for a little while? I have a gyno visit today and I had nightmares last nite about all the responses in the "Worst part about gyno" thread....Has TFP really invaded my life THAT much I woke up actually physcially hurting like I'd already had the exam...

note to self...check to see if Dave and I engaged in really rough sleep sex before 430 this morning

Sad thing is....Id really like to have sex tonite but I've never really been able to "get into it" after a gyno visit...I want to go home after the doctors and soak in a warm tub for the rest of the nite...but its mine and my daughters "movie day" and she looks so forward to that and is SUCH a big deal to her I dont have the heart to cancel today just because I'm sore from the exam and leaking KY jelly everywhere.

Movie day is a great thing...usually...we have one day a week were when I get home from work I do not pass go, I do not turn on the computer, and we both snuggle together in bed and watch whatever movie has come out on DVD lately that we've gotten but havent watched yet...Today is Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen, Dave usually gets home within the last 20 minutes or so of the movie and lays down with us until its over...poor thing, hes seen the end of SO many movies, and never seen the rest of them...I just hope that I can deal with it today and not let her know that Im really not into it.

*really big heavy sigh*

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amonkie

*hugs* I had my appointment last week, and though it's a pain - literally- I sympathize. I was seeing a new doctor as well, so was just a teeny bit nervous. Hope the movie night is fun! I wish my mom and I had done something like that.

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Rubyee

I miss the journals. I just don't feel the same writing this way. I miss everyone else's journal, as well.

I miss the fact that (this may sound egotistical) I could see how many other people liked my journal, too. It could have just been that I had a lot of entries, but I had a lot of views and comments.

Someone call me when they come back.

maleficent

I miss your journal too - I'm a fan...

I miss the comments too... Really miss them...

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amonkie

Glad to see ya back on the boards, Rubyee Maybe we should all get together and serenade under Halx's window until he can't bear it any more and finds some way to get our journals back

ForgottenKnight

To journal or not to journal. That remains the question. Whether it is better to keep my life to myself until the journals come back, or to journal in this collective thread has yet to be determined. Perhaps I should just keep my life to myself and not share it with the world of the internet, but rather reserve it for those immediately around me and those friends who chat with me on aim, irc, etc.
"I'm still crazy after all these years." -Paul Simon

mirevolver

In looking over transcripts and paperwork from my university, I have come to the conclusion that I should change my major.

Right now, I am in Interdisiplinary studies. Which basically means that I'm combining two minors to equal one major. So I am working towards a minor in German and a minor in International Business. But over the past year I have become so involved in the German department that I have begun to think, "What if I majored in German?"

So I pulled off transcripts and degree requirements and began comparing staying on the path I'm on now with going to a German major. After thoroughly looking through everything I have come to the conclusion that by increasing my class load by one class per semester, I can go to a German major with a minor in International Business and still graduate on my target date of December 2005.

So now I'm going to be talking with a few people in the German Department and it looks like by the end of the semester I will switch to a German Major.

mirevolver

This thread is only a temporary solution. Or at least I hope it is.

I really hope the journals get put back up before I start devoloping withdrawl symptoms.

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amonkie

Sounds awesome! Hope you get through all the red tape with no problem.

maleficent

I'm not sure if it was the total quiet, the relaxing dinner, the late night swim, but I actually slept well last night, snoozed the alarm three or five times this morning, and made it in to work, and a supremely good mood. I really gotta wonder if I am Senorita Cranky Pants all the time because the boys are having a tough time dealing with me in a good mood, I've gotten a few questioning glances asking if I'm OK... Yah, darlin' I'm on that bipolar upswing right now - it'll be fine.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, it's 60 something degrees, it's a wonderful day, I'm enjoying it. Aside from the 6 emails that have raised my blood pressure this morning, I'm keeping my good mood, because, well, there's an expression I love... Fake it til you make it... So I can fake a good mood for the rest of the day if I need to... (Not that I've EVER faked anything before, nope not me)...

It's kinda fun though, screwing with these people... Makes 'em wonder what I'm up to -- or how I'm medicating...

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Rubyee

I wish I didn't have to work- ever. Why couldn't I have been born into billions?

Dano069

Amen sister, AMEN!

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amonkie

I know school has officially started when all I can hear all morning is the hum of the printer as I start printing off class notes. So far, I've got the nice grand total of 72 pages of notes for today and tomorrow alone. Yucky. Haven't been able to find my own printer cables in all the moving this summer, so I'm leeching off the family printer's ink..... just hope it doesn't run out!

And it was sooooo hot yesterday.... I got sunburns on my shoulders from walking to and from the parking lot to my classes, and the humidity just made everything that much worse. Maybe I can get someone with a helicopter to just "drop" me in the middle of campus, and save me the walk. Hmm....

Averett

I hear that. I hate my job. I really really do.

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ARTelevision

I suppose this is where I'd put a new journal entry - but I'm probably wrong about that. So I won't.

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G_Whiz

So first, I can't get on. Then I find that the TFP has undergone an upgrade (Cool!!), but journals are offline. So I decided I'd wait a while to see if Halx could bring them back quickly. I guess not!

Now, that isn't a complaint. I'm sure that Halx has tons to do just keeping this place running. As a person who writes in a journal, it's just my observation of the current state of things.

So, here goes my first entry since the upgrade.

Actually, I like the new look around here. I haven't had anything earthshattering to share, so I've just been lurking around. I'm glad to see that a few of my friends from the journals are still posting something.

My life has just been rolling along. I only have 22 working days before I retire. I have been cleaning up my office and getting ready to train my replacement. Actually, it looks like the transition may work really well.

I may post more here now that I've started. I hope you are all doing well.

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Supple Cow

While I want to make a big fuss over how much I miss the journals section, I do realize that Halx just left New York... like today. So I don't think he was worrying too much about the Journals during his vacation. In any case, I was just thinking about how this whole thread is sort of like a collective napkin for us all. You know, back in the day when I had to write in an actual book diary (with paper and everything!), I would jot ideas down on napkins so that I would remember to write about them when I got back home. I don't think I want to miss a chunk of stuff in my journal when the real journals come back, so I'll probably re-post these entries before I write anything new. That only leaves the question of what to do with the comments I received. Would it be weird to post them as part of the entry at the bottom?

The funny thing is that I'll re-post all of the entries except for this one. I guess the physical analogue for this post would be writing on my hand. "napkin --> diary" - a reminder to transfer the ideas from the napkins to the diary.

I don't even know why I'm thinking about this. My brain is so weird.

Averett

Yeah I was wondering if there would be some way to merge this thread into our journals. Our posts and the comments. Hrmmm.

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Absence is to love what wind is to fire. It extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

powerclown

Thanking god for small miracles today.
Woohoo!

ForgottenKnight

Yes, this is where you would do that if you wanted to.

Sleepyjack

I wonder if the people in the crowd at the olympics, who give their flags to winning athletes, ever get them back?