palm journal

2000-09-22T17:35:00.000-05:00

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!

2000-09-14T16:38:00.000-05:00

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.

2000-09-14T09:35:00.002-05:00

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.

2000-09-14T09:35:00.001-05:00

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.

2000-09-14T09:35:00.000-05:00

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.

2000-09-08T10:07:00.002-05:00

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.

2000-09-08T10:07:00.001-05:00

8:56 am, red line south. Late for work and so hungover I can't see straight. God, I hate Erik.

2000-09-08T10:07:00.000-05:00

7:04 pm, my apartment.

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

2000-09-07T10:44:00.001-05:00

8:56 am, red line south. Late for work and so hungover I can't see straight. God, I hate Erik.

2000-09-07T10:44:00.000-05:00

2000-09-07T10:43:00.000-05:00

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.

2000-09-07T10:42:00.001-05:00

9:33 pm. I love scamming drinks from girls.

2000-09-07T10:42:00.000-05:00

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?

2000-09-07T10:41:00.001-05:00

7:04 pm, my apartment.

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

2000-09-07T10:41:00.000-05:00

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.

2000-09-06T17:23:00.000-05:00

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.