Blech, I’m sick. People were coughing and hacking all last week up in the studio, so I should have seen that shit coming. Smoking 10 metric tons of cigarettes did not help, but what was I supposed to do? There was no better way to commune with my studiomates new and old. So I don’t regret it. I am cramming claratin and vitamins and yerba mate and lots of other healthy shit down my throat, to compensate, and it’s sort of working.

Taught my first “computer class” today. Not only do I get to be the studio-wide tech support monkey, but I also get to teach undergrads how to use adobe CS and whatnot. I got the “advanced” section, too, which actually means about 33% of them are actuallly “advanced”, 33% sort of know some shit, and the remaining portion are, erm, “not advanced”. or thereabouts. We shall see how that goes… 10am monday mornings, fuck yeah.

It sucked, too, cuz I was having all sorts of fantastic dreams, like where I crashed my helicopter in the Venetian canal and then had to break into an airport and sell my highly advanced techno-umbrella for a secret boarding pass, shit like that. Maybe that was just the benadryl fucking with me but hey.

Anyway. As promised, more shit from the past:

Big poster map remix of Italo Calvino’s A Sign In Space.

BABYMAN 2000.

My bookshelf as of last January.

… OK yeah. Now to make a “mind map” for tomorrow, FUN!! Indeeeeeed.

-fish

yea so i was up in troy this weekend and everyone had the sick. i was like, WTF get away from me! argh, i hope i dont get anything. although getting sick from friends is slightly better than getting sick from wierd shits on the nyc subway system who dont know how to cover their mouths or get on the train with mono, the flu and bronchitis all at the same time. er yea, i’m exaggerating but seriously, sick from gatherings is no fun.

so i might have this design job…still with emphasis on the might, but it starts next week and i promptly ordered reading material you suggested along with getting quark so i can relearn that stuff (it’s been a while dontchaknow).

le sigh… life goes on and on…

this one guy in my studio has mono. wtffff? that disease is so 1995. I had it in 1996 so even when I had it everyone was like “over it, loser!” … I don’t understand.

yo! are they making you read that Turchi shit too? i had to make a ‘mind map’ last week!! i just got it back with the comment “i’m looking forward to seeing how this map gets explored.” WTF! don’t be sick! it’s my birthday and you’re coming to new york one way or another!! no sickies allowed! (can we count the exclamation points? i’m clearly outraged!!!)

yeah that shit is like gospel around here, everyone in the fucking studio was mind-mapping tonight, it was retarded. will post my own later, cuz it was all centered around people having sex with robots, which well hey you know. yes and hopefully I will stop throwing up and gagging excessively, most certainly, fuck yes.

ye gad! i hate the vomitus. it’s gotta be at least one of my least favorite things, possibly by least favorite thing.

i got that job, woo!

feel better soon. avoid the mono dood, for real. maybe he needs to stay away from people….get in a time machine back to 1995… emphatically *not* where you are right now.

i had too many gummy bears.