Intents & Purposes

I am returning this otherwise good typing paper to you because someone has printed gibberish all over it and put your name at the top.

Work

I got a job this past Friday. My first week was pretty nice. We are working on a global web site project and there are some very solid deadlines for a beta version they want to show at the company meeting in two weeks. That’s a run on sentence. It’s fun jumping into something like that though. Lots to do. Lots to catch up on. Got pretty familiar with browsing shutterstock.com for photos to use in the flash banner.

Our next big project after the global site launch is to implement a CMS for this big contract they just got. They’d like to have different contributors be able to post things that follow the same styling and keep it all organized and still be simple enough for people to post to without being an expert at the interface. I’ve been doing a little bit of research about that and I’m really looking forward to the challenge of picking the best solution and then customizing it to match the brand of the company and the feel of the project.

I may also be getting a copy of the Adobe Creative suite. But that is still up in the air.

I did get this pretty sweet lappy though.

It’s hard to believe it was just a few months ago I went looking for work and now I’ve got a job. Full-time. Here I am. I appreciate the value of my aptitude for technical things now that it’s gonna be paying my bills. Previously I saw it as a rather irritatingly expensive hobby to maintain.

We had champagne at work for the second time in a week. Not bad. I could get used to this.

Not Work

I went to Barnes & Noble after work today. I hate that store. Honestly I do not enjoy it. Although they do have a Starbucks inside, since going to CR I really don’t have a particular fondness for any brand of coffee. Thus I am left to only consider the actual store. And I hate it. Not only could I not find books on typography there, I couldn’t even find a section of books on art. Now I know there was a section that might of been close to what I was looking for but a woman was sitting there and I think she spoke to me when I walked by and so I didn’t want to go back. I just don’t like the way the store feels. Enough.

I did see some books on usability though. I was a little bit disappointed on the fact that they were from ‘02 though. Looked like they had some pretty decent ideas and process for analyzing usability though. Thufte or Tufte, however it is spelled, he’s got cool info in his book. I was just getting a bit of the value of spark lines. I still think I’m missing quite a bit of their value, since I’ve never been trying to convey data like that. Interesting phrase he used though was “activated negative space,” that one is definitely going in the vocab for common use. I should get some time to read those books.

Some deaf people have a cool attitude I think. But I have a pretty limited exposure to them so my impressions are very shallow.

I’m hard to convince.

I need a little pick me up so I don’t stumble down tonight considering staying alive hitchhiking on the disco drive

When I was a swear word the hours were shot-gunned
the hours will get you
the hours will get you

The Thousand

Deliberate silence is entertaining, but I doubt it’s endearing. Good to remember.

With some people, it’s just not an effort. Some smiles are so genuine. I saw these two kids a few weeks ago, Kate and Corbin. Man they were cute. I asked Corbin if he could “do this”, jump up and click his heels together, it was hilarious to watch him try.

A stair, a stiff, the distance, crossing a rift
If I smile for long enough will I be happy
If take my time will I get faster
If I ignore you will we get closer
If I smash the mirror will I look better
Why am I always bleeding this way
It’s never on the outside and it’s never for looks
Never isn’t ever what I mean to say

Oh how our parents suffered for nothing
Live the dream like the 80’s never happened
People are afraid to merge on the freeway
Disappear here…
…Because East London is a vampire, it sucks the joy right out of me