Friday, September 22, 2000

Andrea Spencer is advertising for a boyfriend at her blog today. I would offer my services, but I've written to her before and she never wrote back. Sigh!

Thursday, September 14, 2000

I'm testing out Newsblogger here at work to see how it works. This is an article on how the dot-com assholes are finally invading Chicago.
A random thought, after having a pretty intense argument with a complete stranger about smoking on el platforms:

No matter how mean and loud a white guy I am, there will always exist meaner and louder white guys than me. I question my sense of entitlement, which is why I will always lose to white males who don't question it. Take it from me - white males really do believe that the world exists for no other reason than to please them. And when you get in the way of this God-given right, they will crush you like a bug until you are no longer in their way.

Don't get me wrong - I'm guilty of it too, almost on a daily basis. But do I really want to get my nose broken over a cigarette?

Let the asshole have his clean air. Let him wallow in his own smug sense of self-appreciation. I pick my fights more carefully than he does. One day he's going to pick a fight like that with the wrong random stranger and find a bullet in his fucking head.
I am not going to hit on this girl. I am not going to hit on this girl. I am not going to hit on this girl. I am not going to hit on this girl. I am not going to hit on this girl.
A pearl of wisdom from the bartender:

"When you're an undergraduate art major, what that really means is that you're one step away from being an undergraduate pre-law. Now, if you're 31 and still an artist, it means you're probably going to be an artist for the rest of your life."

Amen, brother. I absolutely adore the staff of Joyblue.

Friday, September 08, 2000

I argued with Erik tonight why it's important to design your site so that even someone on Telnet gets an elegant version of it.

I think I convinced him.

Erik tells me I should write up my thoughts as an article on graceful degradation.

I think I may agree with him.
8:56 am, red line south. Late for work and so hungover I can't see straight. God, I hate Erik.
7:04 pm, my apartment.

How the fuck did "Family Guy" manage to win an Emmy?

Thursday, September 07, 2000

8:56 am, red line south. Late for work and so hungover I can't see straight. God, I hate Erik.
I argued with Erik tonight why it's important to design your site so that even someone on Telnet gets an elegant version of it.

I think I convinced him.

Erik tells me I should write up my thoughts as an article on graceful degradation.

I think I may agree with him.
10:21 pm, Joyblue.

The good news: Erik finally showed up.

The bad news: He wants to go mack on some women for awhile.

Sigh.
9:33 pm. I love scamming drinks from girls.
9:01 pm, Joyblue, already stoned and drunk and not wanting to be here. My friend Erik and I were supposed to get together earlier. We're going to talk about this freelance job he's hired me to do, and then I'm going to alpha-test v1.0 of "The Pillow Book of Jason Pettus," a new hyperficition project I've decided to enter into the second annual trAce/AltX web-literary contest. The entries are judged on equal parts design, content, and accessability. And while I don't think I could win in any of those individual categories, I do think I could do well enough in all three to possibly win it all. First prize is $10,000! Yeehaw!

But that doesn't matter, because Erik is delivering a zip drive to someone, so I'm sitting in Joyblue, sipping a bourbon and thinking about how I don't want to be here.

How is it that I don't seem to like the company of a large group of people anymore?
7:04 pm, my apartment.

How the fuck did "Family Guy" manage to win an Emmy?
6:10 pm, red line, Grand station platform. When I post a blog through AvantGo, it datestamps it to the time I hotsynced, not when I wrote, which is why I'll be including the "real" datestamp at the beginning of each post.

So now that I've got a second journal up and running, I suppose I should figure out a reason why I have it.

1) I like the idea of posting small, unassociated journal entries while I'm out and about - from bars, from the el, from my apartment. Because I want each entry at my main journal to be able to stand alone as its own self-contained document, I can't really do that there.

2) I admit, I wouldn't mind having a place to air raw emotional confessions, which I can't really do at my main site because there's too many people reading it. Still, there's a link there that leads here, so it isn't exactly an anonymous journal. But I have a feeling that this journal will hold a much more limited appeal than my main one, which should give me the freedom to talk about some things here that I can't there.

3) I'm a geek, what can I say? Part of why I started this second journal is simply because I could. I mean, posting an (almost) real-time journal from my handheld electronic device - how fuckin' cool is that?

4) I'll also admit, there's a certain appeal to the idea of a purely masturbatory writing project. I know, you could say the same thing about my main journal, but it's different. I'm consciously trying to entertain a large audience there. I'm trying to build an audience and hold on to them each day. Here I can say whatever the fuck I want, and not have to worry about whether or not anyone is reading it.

I found out last week that I was the second person on the planet to post a blog directly from their Palm Pilot. What a weird honor.

Wednesday, September 06, 2000

Why am I starting this blog? I'm not sure, actually. I already have a web journal through FTP and a group blogger page. I want to try out Blogger through AvantGo and see how it works. It's a different type of journaling than my regular site, which is much more about presenting finished, complete pieces. I thought I'd try this new blog for awhile, posting in real-time on my Palm Pilot whenever the mood strikes me, and see what happens.

Um, that's it.