Day 308

Monday | December 31st, 2012


Another day, another round of tests, another day to tremble, another day to shake, another day to sit on my hands and dream of spring.

Oh and guess what? It’s still cold. The snow is still clumped and gathered into frozen blobs everywhere you go and look and step and zip up. It’s colder here than it is in New York City. Or El Paso. Or Mars. (It’s the red planet, so that means it’s hot, right?)

I made a boo-boo today which will cost me later this week. It was the kind of boo-boo which comes from not being on top of my stack of stuff to watch. This is the kind of boo-boo which will haunt me into the next camp/project and push me further though. Still, I wish, sometimes, I didn’t have to make boo-boos to keep propelling forward.

But then, there’s a process with boo-boos which I like to call, ‘have a drink and forgetaboutit’. It’s a very effective system and the drinking (even when done in excess) never washes away the internal nag-hag which eggs me to not make the same mistake again (the exact same mistake, slightly similar with same smell is a whole new boo-boo somehow).

To go have my drink though, I had to abandon the sick-again-Meow. Or as she put it, ‘I’m only slightly sick and if I go out, I’ll get sick.’ After the Christmas party, I told Meow that I couldn’t sit around the house on NYE. That’s what we did last year (I didn’t have any to say to 2011 except, ‘Fuck you, motherfucker.’ and we were both quite bitter, too).

This year, I had to go out, nay, wanted to go out. It sucked to spend the turn of the year without Meow, but I’m kind of getting used to it (and that sucks a lot more). I had maybe-see-yas with PP and BM, but I decided I would leave around 22.00, whatever happened. When I left I thought I might see some folks I’d like to talk to (not in that gotta give a lecture way). I got to Coco’s (my alter-ego loves this bar) … it was pretty much empty. A few youngins playing pool.

Fresh of the boo-boo horse, no wife in tow, no peeps to be seen, no loose acquaintances to chat with, this is when you leave a bar, not go sit down and order a drink (unless you smoke, because then it looks okay to sit at the bar by yourself because, you know, you’re doing something). But sometimes things turn out fun when I push ahead with stuff. I had a chance to talk with the owner quite a bit and went over the business sense and senseless of his drink special; ideas about how to turn a higher profit; what alcoholic wakgookins prefer, what they settle for; and things like that that keep the non-R & D, non-teacher parts of my forever altered by the CEC brain churning.

Eventually, PP and BM did turn up and we order a bottle of Pears because we couldn’t get a bottle of Vanilla. Eventually, I did get to talk to someone I’d like to talk with more. Eventually, I got up and left … to meet Meow! She did come out after all, but not until much, much later and it was to meet me and eat fish. The same awesome broiled mackerel from my birthday and the other night.

It was great to be out with Meow. It was even better to be out and eating together. I felt like we hadn’t done that since before my birthday although I know I pressured her into eating 닭갈비 (dakgalbi, stir fried spicy chicken with cabbage) a few weeks ago. In the end though, it’s not what happened it’s what you remember (and how you remember it) that becomes true.

The Daily Bullet

So this is what the corner of the icy computer lab looks like. It’s so overly subdued in creamy flat yellow-off-white and drab, mustardy yellow, that I felt compelled almost immediately to photograph it. But … (alway a problem, never a solution) my camera read it all wrong and barfed up green. A big radiant, emitting, throbble of green. This same thing happens when I try to shoot that wall and gate. I think I’ll need to flash these areas, but until I get around to remembering that, there’s only Photoshop! Well, okay Pixelmator which is like that Photoshop plugin, Eye Candy, so really it’s Eye Candy for retards and it fails pretty spectacularly at color correction. The net results below: camera version on the left, manipulation on the right.


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