i’m running away from the world of instant messengers for awhile. i just got done having one of those super-annoying “everything gets blown out of proportion” conversations when both people realize that they’re fucking morons and there’s nothing to talk about.
Monthly Archive for April, 2004
a 12hr day. long day. it’s 10pm. i have to be back to work at 7am (for another 12hr day). i’m going to spend most of that standing on the deck of a large ship, loading citrus pellets. hmm. that’s too bad.
anyhow. i should go to sleep now (even though i’m prolly not gonna. i still have ‘work’ to do)
i am afraid that…
… my brother is not going to follow through till the end with the travelinghead.com site. he is bitching and moaning about some of my design choices, saying that they are wrong or bad choices. he is becoming MORE and more upset/annoyed at how much is actually going into the site. i think he assumed that… it was going to be some pictures… and some information.
he doesn’t understand why there will be three different ‘categories’ of galleries (ie. regular, “our picks” and featured). but what he may not realize is… i’m thinking ahead. i’m thinking about a time when featured artists will only be available to those people that are registered with the site (because that is something that i have in mind).
so anyhow… i keep telling him that one thing should link to another. that this needs to be able to do this and that should really be over here to make room for this other thing… and he says “WHAT other thing?!?!”
point of this tirade is… if he DOES give up halfway through (since i’m coming to realize that we’re only halfway done)… i’m going to be screwed. i have NO idea what he has done with the site. i don’t know anything about the process that he is using. he is the pilot… i’m just someone sitting up in the cockpit. i hope i can get this done before he bails.
p.s. the site WILL be up by the 3rd. most of the ‘extra’ stuff will take longer to finish but… the basic site will definitely be up and running.
for those of you that support the travelingheadproject…
there will soon be a way to tell EVERYONE about it… without saying a word.
the travelinghead project will soon have buttons for sale. there will be a few different designs with a few different ’sayings’ on them. i’m planning on selling them individually or in packs (a series of six).
below is one initial design.
   
the overall idea dumb/not dumb? good/bad? a waste of my time/money? worth it? i’m curious what you think.
p.s. any profit will initially go back to paying off what it cost to produce the buttons. after i have broken even (IF i break even)… %80 of whatever else i make will go back to the project in the form of hosting fees, additional heads, further ‘advertising’ etc.
1. Go into your LJ’s archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
(here’s mine)
how is it that my thoughts can be ‘motivated’ by a mere six minutes!?
i seem to have misplaced a ‘bank drawn check’ (the money is no longer in the account… it IS the check.. much like a money order)… for $600 to my bank in Montana for my jeep loan.
hrmn..
*phew* i found it. it had fallen behind my tall speaker. i’m okay now.
for those of you interested in the travelingheadproject… but are not a member of the community. go here to read an update (that i wasn’t going to post in my journal)
if you like documentary photography… this is a pretty cool site.
and for those of you that are lovers of the Diana camera.. here is a gallery with a few damn nice photos (imo)
going back through my journal (looking for a specific post that i have yet to find)… i came to two conclusions.
1. my life (for the last three years) has been a recurring dream. the same themes work themselves over and over again. loneliness. dissatisfaction with things. lack of motivation. not feeling content with anything. this is a sad thought. it’s amazing that people still talk to me.
2. i used to write a lot. and the things that i wrote meant something to me. they were reflections. one such thing is below. i really like it (is it wrong to ‘like’ your own writing?!)
i will see you in the next life…
though
i may not recognize you.
our souls were intertwined in this one…
though
that doesn’t last forever.
i will help you there, in that life,
just as i have tried to here
to build your wings.
we will sit then, in that life,
together as strangers
with scissors, glue and feathers. we could use my pillow.
fly angel.
but.
be wary of the sun.
i will see you then, in the next life…
as strangers pass on crowded streets.
i will not recognize you
but.
maybe you will recognize me?
in the next life.
