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October 12, 2002
I just remembered that if I put links on here and then click them, there’s the possibility of the webmaster of Hy-Vee, for example, to get at this site through the referer logs. Yeah, right.
I just learned that according to dictionary.com, ‘referer’ is “a misspelling of ‘referrer’ which somehow made it into the HTTP standard.”
Mmm-hmm, I forgot who’s been doing this already, but there are many good domain names that are not yet reserved:
- misterawesome.com
- ultra-awesome.com
- super-mega-ultra.com
- crazyill.com
- and so forth
Maybe because those domain names are so nice people think they’re weak. Or maybe everyone’s sick of domain names by now. At least Stupid Fresh and Crazy Fresh are upon in it.
September 15, 2001
Here’s an itemized account of my 9-11-01 day, as you already know about all the other disgusting events that happened:
- 8:45am
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Head to work on the F train. F train is slightly delayed because of “a fire in the World Trade Center.”
- 9:40am
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Get to work at 53rd St. Work for 10 minutes as coworkers and I get news about what’s going on.
- 9:50am
- Everybody leaves work. I look down 5th Ave and lower Manhattan looks like hell.
I walk through Central Park with a coworker to her apartment uptown until I figure out how to get home because all transportation is screwed up.
- 2:00pm
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Start walking to the 59th St bridge (one of the only open bridges) from West 86th St.
- 3:00pm
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Get on an N train at Queensboro Plaza once the trains start running and go back through Manhattan to 34th St. where the F train eventually and eventually takes me home.
- 4:30pm
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Get home, try to make some phone calls, go to Key Food, watch the news, etc.
Not too much compared to the days of many other people, that’s for sure. All I saw was smoke when I looked toward where the World Trade Center used to be. It sucks that those buildings are now completely gone. It really sucks that so many people died. My mom wants me to move out of New York. And I’m worried about all this “retaliation” talk.
September 8, 2001
I’ve been recently realizing that nobody sees this blog, so it is doing the job I hoped it would do. And that is to serve as a journal that has the possibility of being seen. For you see, the last time I wrote in any kind of a journal, it was hell to read through because I was writing as if it would never be seen by anyone. And for me, that creates shitty writing.
And my spider seems to have died after sucking all the blood out of some huge insect. Maybe the blood was poisoned or the spider ate too damn much.
My internship just turned into a full time Webmaster position. So now I am an entry-level webmaster. Shit. Who ever heard of an entry level webmaster? This job is doomed.
August 31, 2001
There has been a spider in my bathroom for about 3 weeks now. He has eaten 3 insects so far.
My new job (from my internship) let me out early today because it’s labor day weekend. Such a surprise is so far unprecedented in my work-a-life. I believe highly in the get-out-of-work-early style of surprise and hope it continues.
August 12, 2001
My girlfriend is into the James Bond movies. I have never really seen one until tonight. We saw Octopussy and I believe there were some good scenes in it. Not being an action film fan, I would recommend this film for its general hilarity.
A quote from the lady: “My father gave me the nickname Octopussy.”
WTF?!
August 9, 2001
Tonite I am re-living the lazy college days of art school. Two forties of the Olde E and some Beastie Boys, who are no longer annoying after a one year neglect. And I am working on a freelance project.
This freelance project is nice because it doesn’t require me to get up every morning like my internship does. And it doesn’t make me sign “Sorry your dad died” and “Happy Birthday!” cards in the same goddammed day like my internship does.
But my internship is maybe maybe going to turn into an entry-level web design/programming position that will pay for some programming classes and pay a salary, so it’s best not to bitch about it for now.
And the JESUS.
August 7, 2001
I don’t think I’ve had one interesting thought for at least a week now. I must be getting used to working full time.
Or perhaps I’m reading too much Bukowski.
July 29, 2001
I recently visited the fine city of Iowa City, Iowa for my sister’s graduation from the University of Iowa. I’ve been away from Iowa for about 5 years and away from the Midwest for a little more than a year. When I go back to the Midwest I enjoy the laid backness and its obvious contrast to the workin-it scene of New York. I’ve been in New York for a little more than a year, and the more I get used to it, the more I think about going elsewhere to be lazy. Nevertheless, I expect to stay another 4 years or so.
For I desire the MONEY.
July 21, 2001
Lately I have been reading the english translation of Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre. He won the 1964 Noble Prize in Literature. He is red-haired as I am. He is of the existentialist nature.
One memorable quote from it thus far is:
Undoubtedly, on his death bed…he told his wife…who had watched beside him for twelve nights,
“I do not thank you, Therese; you have only done your duty.”
When a man gets that far, you have to take your hat off to him.
Some rough stuff. Also in this book, he tries to stab his hand to change the nature of its existence. It only kinda works.
July 12, 2001
My mom always tells me about how women are underrepresented and underpaid in the workforce of today’s America. She’s quite angry about it.
But since I’ve been in New York, it seems the only people I have ever interviewed with or worked with have been women. I’ve only worked with one man since I’ve been here, and I’ve worked with one million women.
Maybe it’s the profession, maybe it’s the city. But either way, sometimes I remember with strange fondness the old days of working with old cranky racist homophobic sexist Wastewater Treatment Men.
It seems my whole life I’ve been hanging out with thrice as many women as men. Perhaps that’s why I am such a woman.
