Category: field notes

It’s too late to keep working on ads and stuff. I must be getting old. I used to be able to design stuff all night long.

To add a comma or not to add a comma, that is the question that The Chicago Manual of Style must answer.

Arg! I tried a second cup of coffee from the office caffeine dispenser and it is still horrible.

Thanks to all those who attended the Writers at Home Series today at Malaprop’s.

I think I’ll call it quits for awhile and enjoy the wonderful autumn weather outside.

Normally I don’t mind The Dripolator’s instore music selection—most days I prefer it—but not today. Where’s my headphones?

The bus I take to ATC was 20 minutes late. I landed between two possible routes to the office. I decided to walk.

I woke up today thinking it was Thursday. But clearly, this day is a misplaced Monday.

nikography:

three kinds of people in the world:

1. the ones who read the manual first.
2. the ones who just start using it.
3. the ones who go directly to settings/preferences.

i fall into category number 3

i’m somewhere between 2 and 3. if it’s a MAC, i’m a solid 3. anything else i’m a 2.

Brain brownout… flux capacitor needs more power… less internet connectivity.

Looking for a downtown dive with food and wifi.

Off to a meeting about a Moog catalog design project.

Did I mention I’ll be reading poetry @ Malaprops this Sunday, Oct. 19 @ 3 PM? I’ll be reading my work along with other local poets.

Which would you chose? A book of poetry by Randall Jarrell? The Savage Sword of Conan, Vol. 1? Or a book titled, Pagan Christianity?

Automating one’s social networking status is easy. Automating one’s cash flow is more challenging.

Three cups of Velvet Hammer. Three hours of fist pumping metal music. A vendor who can’t follow the !@#$ instructions. I lurve Mondays.

OK, I’m really getting tired of the office doorbell.

Enjoying Clawhammer (Oktoberfest Lager by Highland Brewing Company) as celebration for finishing design work on the weekend.

Finished reading a Randall Jarrell book.

// Thinking about marketing… wondering about Wall Street… considering poetry… for some reason this all makes me very thirsty.

What’s up with the office doorbell? It’s worse than my office phone ringing off the hook.