From Gizmodo.
February 13, 2009
do not go gentle
I noticed that I’ve been pissed off about the traffic lately. It has been heavy, you gotta admit. But lately, I’ve been wanting to bring my pissed offness to another level. I want to write a letter to the newspapers, I want to write on online fora, to mailing lists, and on blogs. I want to tell people what I think is the matter. It involves buses, bus lanes, and people at the Authority having egos the size of a bus. I want mouth off and explain my whole brilliant traffic scheme; I want to describe why it’s crucial we get it right, and lay the blame on whoever is not getting it right.
Of course that’s going to get me into trouble with my dad, so I’ll shut up.
Also today, the printer where I was supposed to get my folio printed fucked up incredibly. The short of it is that they wasted my time, I had to get it printed somewhere else; and that delayed the delivery of my folio by another day. I was seething around noon today. I got home, I googled the company’s contact info but I couldn’t find it. So I actually composed an email rant to be sent to the large photography online mailing list I belong to.
But I discarded without sending, eventually.
It used to be that I could be very understanding of these things, and of people who cause these things. I could always play my own devil’s advocate. I’d see it from another point of view and self-mollify. It’s not that I keep these things bottled up inside. I let off steam, I rant to people I trust enough to let me just let it out. To keep it healthy, you know.
So I was alarmed by my reaction to these events of the past days. I actually went the extent of prolonged revenge-fantasizing or of finding ways to actualize my angry reactions. (That sounds so New Age, I just have to say. And I’m chuckling while I say it.)
Pia says, my god, you’ve turned into your parents. And I might have. I now know what they know, and see what they see. My clumsy metaphor for this is that they’re up the hill, and see what's after it. I’m going up it now and starting to see what they see. (Hence the expression? Maybe. Damnit.)
Sometimes I wish I’d rather be less aware. I miss being twenty and thinking that everything was mine for the taking. Back then I felt that I had time to make mistakes, to get things done on the second try. I know now that there are things I can't be. And for the things I want to be, I better get it right and get there now. You see those people living half-lived lives? That could be you.
Yet my time is being wasted and it’s all I’ve got. It’s my time! My time! I’m dying and they can’t show me my prints. I’m dying and the buses won’t drive straight.
Of course that’s going to get me into trouble with my dad, so I’ll shut up.
Also today, the printer where I was supposed to get my folio printed fucked up incredibly. The short of it is that they wasted my time, I had to get it printed somewhere else; and that delayed the delivery of my folio by another day. I was seething around noon today. I got home, I googled the company’s contact info but I couldn’t find it. So I actually composed an email rant to be sent to the large photography online mailing list I belong to.
But I discarded without sending, eventually.
It used to be that I could be very understanding of these things, and of people who cause these things. I could always play my own devil’s advocate. I’d see it from another point of view and self-mollify. It’s not that I keep these things bottled up inside. I let off steam, I rant to people I trust enough to let me just let it out. To keep it healthy, you know.
So I was alarmed by my reaction to these events of the past days. I actually went the extent of prolonged revenge-fantasizing or of finding ways to actualize my angry reactions. (That sounds so New Age, I just have to say. And I’m chuckling while I say it.)
Pia says, my god, you’ve turned into your parents. And I might have. I now know what they know, and see what they see. My clumsy metaphor for this is that they’re up the hill, and see what's after it. I’m going up it now and starting to see what they see. (Hence the expression? Maybe. Damnit.)
Sometimes I wish I’d rather be less aware. I miss being twenty and thinking that everything was mine for the taking. Back then I felt that I had time to make mistakes, to get things done on the second try. I know now that there are things I can't be. And for the things I want to be, I better get it right and get there now. You see those people living half-lived lives? That could be you.
Yet my time is being wasted and it’s all I’ve got. It’s my time! My time! I’m dying and they can’t show me my prints. I’m dying and the buses won’t drive straight.
February 12, 2009
PA
I want to be rich enough to have a personal assistant. I'd ask the PA to do the following things:
1. Apply my file-naming method to all the songs I download: artist - album title - track number song title. If it's a compilation it should be compilation title - track number - artist - song title.
2. Take my car to its bi-annual tune up. Also register the car at LTO.
3. Deliver my CDs, do my collection, and deposit my checks.
4. Archive my photos by date, client, and subject.
5. Scan my film negs for me.
6. Also make record of all my expenditures based on my receipts. Amount, when and where.
That's it so far, and except for the first two, it's almost all work related. I'd be a nice boss after all.
1. Apply my file-naming method to all the songs I download: artist - album title - track number song title. If it's a compilation it should be compilation title - track number - artist - song title.
2. Take my car to its bi-annual tune up. Also register the car at LTO.
3. Deliver my CDs, do my collection, and deposit my checks.
4. Archive my photos by date, client, and subject.
5. Scan my film negs for me.
6. Also make record of all my expenditures based on my receipts. Amount, when and where.
That's it so far, and except for the first two, it's almost all work related. I'd be a nice boss after all.
February 7, 2009
injury
I did a bit of iPod housekeeping today. It was time. Out went Bruce Springsteen's Magic, and the whole lot of Mates of State. Some Arcade Fire, Sigur Ros stuff went out too. That made room for the soundtrack of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, Ramon's downloadable playlist, a couple of songs from The Temper Trap (thanks Donna!) and The Frightened Rabbit's The Midnight Organ Flight.
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Last week, at my out-of-town shoot, I slept in the car in bad way and strained my neck. I have my full range of motion, but for awhile there was an acute pain whenever I'd turn my head or tilt it up and down. Now, it's a dull pain. And my neck still hellishly stiffens up when I sleep. Morning's are literally a pain in the neck.
So you know me during the rare times I'm unwell. I get really depressed, thinking the worst, and getting depressed over that. I feel like I have tumor in my neck/spine or something, or maybe I've broken it. I hate this feeling.
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Last week, at my out-of-town shoot, I slept in the car in bad way and strained my neck. I have my full range of motion, but for awhile there was an acute pain whenever I'd turn my head or tilt it up and down. Now, it's a dull pain. And my neck still hellishly stiffens up when I sleep. Morning's are literally a pain in the neck.
So you know me during the rare times I'm unwell. I get really depressed, thinking the worst, and getting depressed over that. I feel like I have tumor in my neck/spine or something, or maybe I've broken it. I hate this feeling.
So I did the sensible thing. I went out and bought myself a new book and a pair of New Balance sneaks. The girls are on to something here.
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