Archive for April, 2003

Woork!?!

I feel like Maynard G. Crebs on Dobie Gillis. I just don’t wanna work. I wanna go back to hanging out, waiting for checks to creep in from previous work and make week-in-advance plans to drink beer.

dinosaurs are tiring

i’m tired. I’ve been working with dinosaurs now for about two weeks and I’ve now found a slight loathing of the creatures creeping into my thoughts. this must be why I don’t have a real job.

21 dog years

“geeks are poor dancers at the best of times…”

I love books. well written, anorexic tomes that speak in conversational tones and extol virtues I will never understand (but somehow get a slight glimpse at recognition) are my favorite.

Lately, I’ve been sucking the marrow from [url=http://www.audible.com]Audible.com[/url]. They have a huge selection of notable works by authors I’ll never listen to and a somewhat impressive section of authors I’ve never heard of but listen to anyway. I download them to my iPod and listen to the subtle rhythm of the orators, always mindful that (just like television) it’s a perspective, a “take” on the authors intention.

I’m several minutes shy of hearing Mike Daisey (MikeDaisey.com) finish his first work 21 Dog Years. It’s a short, by audio book standards, look into the mouth of Amazon.com. Daisey relinquishes any studious misgivings you might have about the stature of the company and, instead, talks from a slightly askewed perspective. He spent time working in the customer service and Biz Dev divisions of Amazon relishing in a possible windfall from the dot.com stock options given out like candy and the reality distortion field of CEO Jeff Bezos.

It’s such a hoot to hear from someone who has a likewise approach to work (think Maynard G. Crebs meets John Candy) that I do. We work. Yes, it’s for money but we’re really just holding out for that ‘dare to be great’ situation that may never manifest. And, when we find that our present situation isn’t EVER going to foot the bill…we bail.

The highest recommendation I could bestow on any book about the late 90’s dotcom frontier, I give to Mike Daisey. He lasted longer than I would have, a dilletante to the last.

Check it out if you get the chance, 21 Dog Years is the way to go.

summer’s here…

and the time is right. for dancing in the streets.

remember, it doesn’t matter what you wear, it’s just the fact that you are there. so, c’mon, every boy, grab a girl, everywhere around the world.

upupupupupupupup

that damn Shania ‘Twang’ song is in my head this morning. For some reason it’s louder than the ringing. i’ve gotta get that looked at.