Everyone in this picture is now (I believe after January 8th) breaking the law and subject to arrest - even the little girl in the center of the picture. Damn criminals, you just can’t escape them anywhere!
Find out what they are doing and why here.
Jan 15, 2005
Jan 14, 2005
Wouldn’t it be nice?
If you click on the image, you’re directed to the petition to Mayor Bloomberg.
The very best solution to the currently overcrowded sidewalks is a vastly improved pedestrian environment, coupled with a free-flowing transitway. The vitality and intensity of New York derives in large part from its very human scale of circulation and activity. People from all over the country, not to mention the world, come here to experience this and are often amazed at how much they like it. We believe this intensity should be encouraged and enhanced. The act of taking the cars out of 42nd Street would, in effect, be converting the scale of the street from the automotive, back down to human scale, and would open up tremendous new possibilities for the complete redesign of the street.
If you click on the image, you’re directed to the petition to Mayor Bloomberg.
The very best solution to the currently overcrowded sidewalks is a vastly improved pedestrian environment, coupled with a free-flowing transitway. The vitality and intensity of New York derives in large part from its very human scale of circulation and activity. People from all over the country, not to mention the world, come here to experience this and are often amazed at how much they like it. We believe this intensity should be encouraged and enhanced. The act of taking the cars out of 42nd Street would, in effect, be converting the scale of the street from the automotive, back down to human scale, and would open up tremendous new possibilities for the complete redesign of the street.
Jan 12, 2005
A recent purchase
Interesting to note if for a few reasons:
First off, I never cease to be amazed by my own capacity to delight in looking at naked women - a quality which doesn’t seem to diminish over time as I thought it would. One of the things I always liked about drawing class was just simple appreciation for the naked form.
Second, I like the book because so much of the focus in society today is an image of perfection and this book runs counter to that. Not to say the women contained within aren’t absolutely beautiful but, they don’t fit easily into the wafer thin, model perfect physique that is held up to women in this country as an ideal.
Women are just beautiful.
Quite a few of the women would be unspectacular if you met them on the street (although many of the subjects were quite attractive). But it's the level of emotionality that they all convey without their clothes that makes this treatise remarkable. Each woman is beautiful in her own way. And on that level, the book is very successful.
Interesting to note if for a few reasons:
First off, I never cease to be amazed by my own capacity to delight in looking at naked women - a quality which doesn’t seem to diminish over time as I thought it would. One of the things I always liked about drawing class was just simple appreciation for the naked form.
Second, I like the book because so much of the focus in society today is an image of perfection and this book runs counter to that. Not to say the women contained within aren’t absolutely beautiful but, they don’t fit easily into the wafer thin, model perfect physique that is held up to women in this country as an ideal.
Women are just beautiful.
Quite a few of the women would be unspectacular if you met them on the street (although many of the subjects were quite attractive). But it's the level of emotionality that they all convey without their clothes that makes this treatise remarkable. Each woman is beautiful in her own way. And on that level, the book is very successful.
A career-spanning art exhibit, The Will Eisner Retrospective will open at MOCCA (Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art) in New York City in May 2005, followed by galleries at Brigham Young University in Provo, UT, The University of Massachusetts in Amherst and possibly additional venues.
Will Eisner died January 3, 2005, following complications from open heart surgery.
upcoming shows:
01.21.05 friday [@11pm] The Trash Bar 256 Grand St, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
02.18.05 friday [@10:30pm] Ace Of Clubs 9 Great Jones Street, LES, NYC
You can listen to the bands’ music via this link, fun stuff and of course the Ke man is über-cool!
Odd things...
I heard something the other day so disturbing, it actually induced a physical reaction. I honestly would have never thought such a thing possible. After I heard the news, my stomach actually cramped up for a couple of hours through the night. I also succumbed to a rather pleasant bought of something named after a Mexican idol. Two days and counting and my stomach is still unsettled by it - I never cease to be amazed by these things.
I heard something the other day so disturbing, it actually induced a physical reaction. I honestly would have never thought such a thing possible. After I heard the news, my stomach actually cramped up for a couple of hours through the night. I also succumbed to a rather pleasant bought of something named after a Mexican idol. Two days and counting and my stomach is still unsettled by it - I never cease to be amazed by these things.
Dec 31, 2004
Another New Years Eve is upon us, I find myself sitting watching Law and Order and eating Mexican food...
...and not being particularly bothered by it either.
Last year I found myself having a wonderful dinner in the garden of a great Italian restaurant down in Key West. The company was fine and the weather absolutely terrific - it was the first time I had been on any kind of vacation lasting more than two days in over six years, needless to say it was rejuvenating.
This year when it came right down to it, I didn’t really feel the urge to go out and celebrate much. It hasn’t been the greatest of years but, I find myself hard pressed to really sum up the year as horrid - surprisingly enough as each year passes I find it really takes a lot for me to classify a year as horrific after remembering some of the things that have been thrown my way.
I am thankful I have some kind of perspective.
However, closing the book on 2004 won’t be a hard thing to do, ever the optimist I always look at a New Year as something burgeoning with nothing but potential for wonderment and I have no reason to believe 2005 won’t be the best of years.
And of course, that is my wish for any of you. So dear reader, please accept my most heartfelt wishes for the greatest successes, the most tremendous joys and the most complete happiness in the coming year - we can do little to change our pasts but the future is one thing we can surely influence and I wish you and yours the best in the coming voyage of our planet around the sun.
Happy New Year.
...and not being particularly bothered by it either.
Last year I found myself having a wonderful dinner in the garden of a great Italian restaurant down in Key West. The company was fine and the weather absolutely terrific - it was the first time I had been on any kind of vacation lasting more than two days in over six years, needless to say it was rejuvenating.
This year when it came right down to it, I didn’t really feel the urge to go out and celebrate much. It hasn’t been the greatest of years but, I find myself hard pressed to really sum up the year as horrid - surprisingly enough as each year passes I find it really takes a lot for me to classify a year as horrific after remembering some of the things that have been thrown my way.
I am thankful I have some kind of perspective.
However, closing the book on 2004 won’t be a hard thing to do, ever the optimist I always look at a New Year as something burgeoning with nothing but potential for wonderment and I have no reason to believe 2005 won’t be the best of years.
And of course, that is my wish for any of you. So dear reader, please accept my most heartfelt wishes for the greatest successes, the most tremendous joys and the most complete happiness in the coming year - we can do little to change our pasts but the future is one thing we can surely influence and I wish you and yours the best in the coming voyage of our planet around the sun.
Happy New Year.
Dec 30, 2004
Lots of things in the news about Tsunami deaths - Tsunami Death Toll Soars Past 117,000
BANDA ACEH, Indonesia - Pilots dropped food to Indonesian villagers stranded among bloating corpses Thursday, while police in a devastated provincial capital stripped looters of their clothing and forced them to sit on the street as a warning to others. The death toll topped 117,000, and officials warned that 5 million people lack clean water, shelter, food, sanitation and medicine.
Okay, as bad as nature did to the human race last weekend, here are some sobering numbers for you to put things into perspective:
In "Ghosts of Rwanda," airing April 1, 2004, at 9 P.M. on PBS (check local listings), FRONTLINE® and the BBC mark the 10th anniversary of the Rwandan genocide — a state-sponsored, 100-day massacre in which some 800,000 Rwandans were methodically hunted down and murdered by Hutu extremists as the United States and international community refused to intervene. Through interviews with key government officials, diplomats, survivors of the slaughter and even some of the genocide's perpetrators, the two-hour documentary offers groundbreaking, eyewitness accounts of the genocide.
Out of a 1970 population of probably near 7,100,000 Cambodia probably lost slightly less than 4,000,000 people to war, rebellion, man-made famine, genocide, politicide, and mass murder. The vast majority, almost 3,300,000 men, women, and children (including 35,000 foreigners), were murdered within the years 1970 to 1980 by successive governments and guerrilla groups. Most of these, a likely near 2,400,000, were murdered by the communist Khmer Rouge.
Seems no matter how much of a hit nature can put on our asses, it’s no match for the horrors we can visit upon ourselves — the remarkable thing is that when moments like these happen, instead of their being an outcry and loads of support being offered up to the savaged populations, we generally keep mum.
Kind of makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
My phone talks to me.
No, really. I’m not insinuating I hear voices or have gone around the bend (although I’m sure they are people I know who would argue the point) - I just changed over cell providers and also got a new phone in the process. The new phone which is half the size of the old one and fits very nicely into my pocket, also has this very disarming feature.
I can be in another part of the house and all of a sudden hear this mechanical if slightly female voice say, “Call from... (insert caller’s name here)... ” and then they’ll be this beep after which the whole thing starts all over again. The first time it gives you the option of whether you want to take the call or not - you can actually just say “yes” or “no” and it either answers the call or puts it directly through to voicemail.
The thing takes pictures. I can send email from it. Get email on it. Record little memos to myself. Set up a calendar with reminders when I’m supposed to be somewhere. It’s really quite the amazing little device.
I’m still trying to figure out why the default voice is female. It probably is a commentary on sexism in our society that the default voice on my phone sounds like a woman instead of some burly, macho man or even some english sounding butler for that matter.
Anyway, the more things I program into the damn thing (people’s names and email addresses), it seems the more it can do. So, I guess I’ve finally taken the leap into the world of science fiction. It may sound like I’m overstating things a bit but, when I was a kid I can remember reading Dick Tracy in the Sunday color funnies (Dick Tracy getting prime position on the first page with Dondi) and being awed by the two way wrist radio Dick Tracy had.
Overnight it appeared all the payphones vanished and everyone began walking around with a cell phone plastered to their head. And they keep getting smaller and smaller. I figure we’ve got a little more than a decade when they’ll be planting a chip set with a speaker just under the skin behind your ear and a small microphone implanted into the skin of your cheek. No more messy phone to carry around with you - no more worry about losing the stupid thing.
Which makes me think about this thing that happened recently...
There’s this woman (I was going to say girl but I caught myself), who I just think is the most beautiful thing imaginable. This happens a bit with me, the whole being awestruck by the beauty of some women and just feeling totally intimidated by it.
So, not too long ago she dropped her cell phone.
Sure, everyone drops their cell phone you’d say but, do you drop it in the toilet? The thing was in her back pocket and well for a sense of decorum I think you can imagine the rest. At least she didn’t compound matters by flushing the thing. Needless to say, the phone really wasn’t working after that.
I think the day comes people are getting those implant thingies - she may wind up being in the front of the line. In the meantime, I find myself somewhat less intimidated by the beauty these days, knowing that we’re all susceptible to a D’oh moment.
No, really. I’m not insinuating I hear voices or have gone around the bend (although I’m sure they are people I know who would argue the point) - I just changed over cell providers and also got a new phone in the process. The new phone which is half the size of the old one and fits very nicely into my pocket, also has this very disarming feature.
I can be in another part of the house and all of a sudden hear this mechanical if slightly female voice say, “Call from... (insert caller’s name here)... ” and then they’ll be this beep after which the whole thing starts all over again. The first time it gives you the option of whether you want to take the call or not - you can actually just say “yes” or “no” and it either answers the call or puts it directly through to voicemail.
The thing takes pictures. I can send email from it. Get email on it. Record little memos to myself. Set up a calendar with reminders when I’m supposed to be somewhere. It’s really quite the amazing little device.
I’m still trying to figure out why the default voice is female. It probably is a commentary on sexism in our society that the default voice on my phone sounds like a woman instead of some burly, macho man or even some english sounding butler for that matter.
Anyway, the more things I program into the damn thing (people’s names and email addresses), it seems the more it can do. So, I guess I’ve finally taken the leap into the world of science fiction. It may sound like I’m overstating things a bit but, when I was a kid I can remember reading Dick Tracy in the Sunday color funnies (Dick Tracy getting prime position on the first page with Dondi) and being awed by the two way wrist radio Dick Tracy had.
Overnight it appeared all the payphones vanished and everyone began walking around with a cell phone plastered to their head. And they keep getting smaller and smaller. I figure we’ve got a little more than a decade when they’ll be planting a chip set with a speaker just under the skin behind your ear and a small microphone implanted into the skin of your cheek. No more messy phone to carry around with you - no more worry about losing the stupid thing.
Which makes me think about this thing that happened recently...
There’s this woman (I was going to say girl but I caught myself), who I just think is the most beautiful thing imaginable. This happens a bit with me, the whole being awestruck by the beauty of some women and just feeling totally intimidated by it.
So, not too long ago she dropped her cell phone.
Sure, everyone drops their cell phone you’d say but, do you drop it in the toilet? The thing was in her back pocket and well for a sense of decorum I think you can imagine the rest. At least she didn’t compound matters by flushing the thing. Needless to say, the phone really wasn’t working after that.
I think the day comes people are getting those implant thingies - she may wind up being in the front of the line. In the meantime, I find myself somewhat less intimidated by the beauty these days, knowing that we’re all susceptible to a D’oh moment.
There are a lot of things involved in my day to day life that people don’t have the slightest idea of. Then again, I rarely have a clear picture into other peoples’ lives outside of what they choose to share with me.
I roll into work around the same time every day. It’s the same time I’ve been getting into work for the last seven or eight years actually. Every day I try to get in early but, I don’t have a great reservoir of energy and that morning time is precious.
It’s usually in that first hour or two after I get up that I have the most energy and can accomplish much, much more than I ever can in the evening. Part of it is just being refreshed after sleeping and another part is not yet having the weight of the day or my life bearing down upon me just adding to the burden of what needs to get done.
Plus, of course there’s the unbearably long commute. No matter how many times I describe it, it just never seems to ‘stick.’ There’s the drive, then the train ride, possibly the subway and the walk a series of dominoes where if any one part doesn’t fit just so, it can set all the others out of kilter, increasing the amount of time and the tension level to the start of the day.
In recent years, a few friends have taken the plunge and moved from their commuter friendly addresses (read Williamsburg) to the hinterlands. They’re not by me but, now have a comparable commute. So, there’s a certain wry satisfaction I get when I hear them bemoan the lack of sympathy they get from co-workers when they try and describe their two times a day trek to their peers.
Yes, if the stars are aligned and everything works out perfectly it’s a beautiful thing but, most often it’s not. After awhile, while I do still care about it, I‘ve become numb to getting excited about it anymore when things don’t go the way they should - it has more to do with keeping my sanity in a less than perfect world.
Outwardly, I think people confuse my numbness to the issue as indifference or a lack of regard but, again I don’t think they have a fair understanding of the situation (walking a mile in my shoes and all that).
Plus, this business being what it is, it seems I rarely get out at the time I’m supposed to. I can’t begin to reckon the number of times I’ve been corralled in that last half hour of the day to deal with some urgent matter because somebody has come to realize I’m about to leave - never ceases to amaze me.
Anyway, part of that whole daily routine is the household chores. Being in the situation I’m in, it’s more a matter of making sure things are done or finding them becoming much, much larger things to have to deal with. People with children have some say in the matter but, when dealing with an aging parent you get very little in the regard of say plus, you’re fighting the eccentricities that accompany the progression of the years.
So, tonight when I was looking around for a heating pad for my neck and was told I could find it in the EYOC’s room in a drawer I guess I should have been far from surprised to find that a frying pan along with it’s lid had taken up residence in the bottom drawer of one of the night tables.
I mean, I can’t imagine there isn’t anyone among us who hasn’t awoken from a sound sleep in the middle of the dead of night with a sudden urge to fry something?
We all have those strange cravings, don’t we? Two o’clock in the morning rolls around and I sit bolt upright in my bed stricken by the compulsion to make french fries and of course at that moment I certainly don’t want to be fumbling through a kitchen cabinet looking for pans. Maybe even fry up a nice fillet of flounder, wouldn’t that be yummy?
Does this even begin to compare with the hemming of the pants with the common office stapler? Or the home repairs done with the Swingline office model?
No, but it ranks right up there with them.
I roll into work around the same time every day. It’s the same time I’ve been getting into work for the last seven or eight years actually. Every day I try to get in early but, I don’t have a great reservoir of energy and that morning time is precious.
It’s usually in that first hour or two after I get up that I have the most energy and can accomplish much, much more than I ever can in the evening. Part of it is just being refreshed after sleeping and another part is not yet having the weight of the day or my life bearing down upon me just adding to the burden of what needs to get done.
Plus, of course there’s the unbearably long commute. No matter how many times I describe it, it just never seems to ‘stick.’ There’s the drive, then the train ride, possibly the subway and the walk a series of dominoes where if any one part doesn’t fit just so, it can set all the others out of kilter, increasing the amount of time and the tension level to the start of the day.
In recent years, a few friends have taken the plunge and moved from their commuter friendly addresses (read Williamsburg) to the hinterlands. They’re not by me but, now have a comparable commute. So, there’s a certain wry satisfaction I get when I hear them bemoan the lack of sympathy they get from co-workers when they try and describe their two times a day trek to their peers.
Yes, if the stars are aligned and everything works out perfectly it’s a beautiful thing but, most often it’s not. After awhile, while I do still care about it, I‘ve become numb to getting excited about it anymore when things don’t go the way they should - it has more to do with keeping my sanity in a less than perfect world.
Outwardly, I think people confuse my numbness to the issue as indifference or a lack of regard but, again I don’t think they have a fair understanding of the situation (walking a mile in my shoes and all that).
Plus, this business being what it is, it seems I rarely get out at the time I’m supposed to. I can’t begin to reckon the number of times I’ve been corralled in that last half hour of the day to deal with some urgent matter because somebody has come to realize I’m about to leave - never ceases to amaze me.
Anyway, part of that whole daily routine is the household chores. Being in the situation I’m in, it’s more a matter of making sure things are done or finding them becoming much, much larger things to have to deal with. People with children have some say in the matter but, when dealing with an aging parent you get very little in the regard of say plus, you’re fighting the eccentricities that accompany the progression of the years.
So, tonight when I was looking around for a heating pad for my neck and was told I could find it in the EYOC’s room in a drawer I guess I should have been far from surprised to find that a frying pan along with it’s lid had taken up residence in the bottom drawer of one of the night tables.
I mean, I can’t imagine there isn’t anyone among us who hasn’t awoken from a sound sleep in the middle of the dead of night with a sudden urge to fry something?
We all have those strange cravings, don’t we? Two o’clock in the morning rolls around and I sit bolt upright in my bed stricken by the compulsion to make french fries and of course at that moment I certainly don’t want to be fumbling through a kitchen cabinet looking for pans. Maybe even fry up a nice fillet of flounder, wouldn’t that be yummy?
Does this even begin to compare with the hemming of the pants with the common office stapler? Or the home repairs done with the Swingline office model?
No, but it ranks right up there with them.
Dec 28, 2004
Over the last several days it has come to my attention people read this thing — imagine my surprise!
I’m still trying to get around to really writing - the reason I started doing the blog thing was I found great enjoyment by reading my blog sensei’s thoughts and also I was listening to an interview with David Sedaris. The interviewer asked about his writing habits, how much, how often and Sedaris noted he wrote every day although it wasn’t always fiction. He considered just the act of writing (whether it be a note to a friend or a journal entry or an actual story) enough.
The comment got me to thinking.
I have a number of projects I’ve wanted to get around to finishing (two short films, a children’s book, three comic book stories, two books - one fiction, one non-fiction and a board game). The thing is, I keep finding myself too preoccupied to actually get around to putting in the work to completing these things.
I just wind up getting caught up in the daily routine... and that’s really a bit of a problem.
See, I’ve got to figure I’m never really going to get ahead, or get anywhere for that matter if I keep letting it happen... work has a tendency to do that to me. By that, I mean it’s a bit distracting which made me come to an epiphany of sorts — I needed to get started writing, if only to exercise the muscles, so that’s why I wound up starting the blog.
Hopefully, by the time I do get around to actually putting something down, the writing muscles will be in tip top shape.
I’m still trying to get around to really writing - the reason I started doing the blog thing was I found great enjoyment by reading my blog sensei’s thoughts and also I was listening to an interview with David Sedaris. The interviewer asked about his writing habits, how much, how often and Sedaris noted he wrote every day although it wasn’t always fiction. He considered just the act of writing (whether it be a note to a friend or a journal entry or an actual story) enough.
The comment got me to thinking.
I have a number of projects I’ve wanted to get around to finishing (two short films, a children’s book, three comic book stories, two books - one fiction, one non-fiction and a board game). The thing is, I keep finding myself too preoccupied to actually get around to putting in the work to completing these things.
I just wind up getting caught up in the daily routine... and that’s really a bit of a problem.
See, I’ve got to figure I’m never really going to get ahead, or get anywhere for that matter if I keep letting it happen... work has a tendency to do that to me. By that, I mean it’s a bit distracting which made me come to an epiphany of sorts — I needed to get started writing, if only to exercise the muscles, so that’s why I wound up starting the blog.
Hopefully, by the time I do get around to actually putting something down, the writing muscles will be in tip top shape.
Why is it every time some kind of disaster happens somewhere around the world, the first thing all the talking heads do is focus our attention on it for several days straight and try to couch the whole thing on whether or not it will happen to us?
So, the story du jour is the Tsunami. Anybody want to take odds on how long this story occupies our collective consciousness? I figure it’ll be about two weeks, about the time it takes for everyone to get tired of all that vacation video of the big wave. I’m a cynic, what can I say.
I really like the fact on a couple of tonight’s newscasts, the newscasters were broadcasting from the scene and observing that little had been done to remove the dead and rotting corpses. One comely looking lass, commented on the reek from a decaying corpse and opined it was disgusting...
How could these people not cleeeeaaaannnnn uuuuupppppp?!?!? (you’ll just to have to try and imagine the annoying whine of her voice)
It’s real fun watching a natural disaster occur in a second or third world country viewed through the prism of the first world newscaster. Never mind the governments in many of the stricken nations have a big enough problem just delivering basic services like clean water, housing and a sanitation system - yeah, they’ll get right on that thing with the bodies lady.
I have my own problems with the guy from the UN and his statements. While I can understand he’s motivated in a purely humanitarian way - anything even remotely coming out of the UN these days in the way of moral indignity I view with a certain jaundiced eye. Then again, since were all supposed to be unto gods ourselves (the human race that is), always somewhat amazing when we find that the natural world isn’t buying into our bullshit - it’ll make me think twice before the next time I take out one of those ever prevalent ant hills.
You had to know it was only a matter of time before someone got around to blaming Georgie Junior:
Indian Minister of State for Science and Technology Kapil Sibal said, “If the country had such an alert system in place, we could have warned the coastal areas of the imminent danger and avoided the loss of life.” But there is no room in the Bush budget for such life-saving measures; the U.S. government's priorities are corporate profit and endless war.
At a meeting of the UN Intergovernmental Oceanographic Commission in June, experts concluded that the “Indian Ocean has a significant threat from both local and distant tsunamis” and should have a warning network. But no action was agreed upon. Geologist Brian Atwater of the U.S. Geological Survey said, “Sumatra has an ample history of great earthquakes, which makes the lack of a tsunami warning system in the Indian Ocean all the more tragic. Everyone knew Sumatra was a loaded gun.”
Indian Minister of State for Science and Technology Kapil Sibal said, “If the country had such an alert system in place, we could have warned the coastal areas of the imminent danger and avoided the loss of life.” But there is no room in the Bush budget for such life-saving measures; the U.S. government's priorities are corporate profit and endless war.
At a meeting of the UN Intergovernmental Oceanographic Commission in June, experts concluded that the “Indian Ocean has a significant threat from both local and distant tsunamis” and should have a warning network. But no action was agreed upon. Geologist Brian Atwater of the U.S. Geological Survey said, “Sumatra has an ample history of great earthquakes, which makes the lack of a tsunami warning system in the Indian Ocean all the more tragic. Everyone knew Sumatra was a loaded gun.”
Dec 22, 2004
Results 1 - 10 of about 1,100,000 for WORLD OF PJ - 0.11 sec. (About this page)
So, it turns out the blog is someting like the fourth thing listed on the page. I was wondering if you could even find the damn thing if you didn’t know the url!
I like this though, a German site which I can’t understand at all since I don’t speak German.
Yesterday, I was talking about how much I worry and it’s true I wind up worry way more than I should.
Today, I’m at work again - third day in a row and totally bored out of my mind.
It’s weird being ‘the freelancer’ at times. On the one hand, there’s this very real ‘putting out the fire’ mentality that goes along with being a freelancer. Usually, clients aren’t going to be inclined to call you in just so you can sit aroud all day and bill downtime. Those days (if they ever existed) are long gone. When you are called in, it’s usually to deal with the ‘crisis du jour,’ something so truely nasty, mindless and painful that the client balks at sacrificing a full time employee on the altar of the project.
It’s graphic arts 9 - 1 - 1. We need that project on a CD to go! Stet!
Anyway, if it really bothered me I imagine I would change jobs but, I don’t. I just keep waiting for the latest emergency. Then again, it also means when I do go and work onsite for a client, I’m prepared for things to be totally out of control and the exception is when they aren’t...
...and it can be maddening.
I don’t really have much of a problem ‘goofing off’ (is there anyone who does?), I’m just less than thrilled when I’m in the position where there’s nothing to do and somehow I am supposed to look busy. The look busy part isn’t something I like to do. Look busy means surfing the web is not such a great idea, working on something of your own while you wait would generally be frowned on and just going out for a coffee run sends the wrong message.
Then, I think about and want to chide myself! This is what I have to complain about?!? I’m getting paid to look busy!
What a wussy I am sometimes.
Today, I’m at work again - third day in a row and totally bored out of my mind.
It’s weird being ‘the freelancer’ at times. On the one hand, there’s this very real ‘putting out the fire’ mentality that goes along with being a freelancer. Usually, clients aren’t going to be inclined to call you in just so you can sit aroud all day and bill downtime. Those days (if they ever existed) are long gone. When you are called in, it’s usually to deal with the ‘crisis du jour,’ something so truely nasty, mindless and painful that the client balks at sacrificing a full time employee on the altar of the project.
It’s graphic arts 9 - 1 - 1. We need that project on a CD to go! Stet!
Anyway, if it really bothered me I imagine I would change jobs but, I don’t. I just keep waiting for the latest emergency. Then again, it also means when I do go and work onsite for a client, I’m prepared for things to be totally out of control and the exception is when they aren’t...
...and it can be maddening.
I don’t really have much of a problem ‘goofing off’ (is there anyone who does?), I’m just less than thrilled when I’m in the position where there’s nothing to do and somehow I am supposed to look busy. The look busy part isn’t something I like to do. Look busy means surfing the web is not such a great idea, working on something of your own while you wait would generally be frowned on and just going out for a coffee run sends the wrong message.
Then, I think about and want to chide myself! This is what I have to complain about?!? I’m getting paid to look busy!
What a wussy I am sometimes.
Amazon.com has a series of short films currently posted on their web site - you’re going to need bandwidth to view them but, out of the five, three are certainly worth viewing.
Check out:
Tooth Fairy featuring Chris Noth
and
Do Geese See God? featuring Blair Underwood
and my own personal favorite -
Portrait featuring Minnie Driver
Check out:
Tooth Fairy featuring Chris Noth
and
Do Geese See God? featuring Blair Underwood
and my own personal favorite -
Portrait featuring Minnie Driver
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