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Doot dee doo.
Been baking lately. The old "Baker's Bread in a Bag" recipe from The Boxcar Children Cookbook that I basically learned to cook on is still pretty delicious. Though my attempts don't really seem like they've risen enough. Ditto for the recipe from Goons With Spoons I finally tried (Flour+Beer=Bread) The wet, goopy, heady mass did indeed suddenly coalesce into very recognizable dough. I personally didn't really think the bitterness of the Guinness I used really worked that well, though, even after I played with the recipe and added some salt, sugar, etc. Maybe next time I do it I'll just go crazy and make some hideous monstrosity, a terrible mess, and possibly a fire. I also made some brownies, which were fairly delicious, but somewhat thinner than I think they should've been. Maybe my pan's just a little larger than the one we had at home?
Work's been eclectic, not quite as interesting. Most of the runs out from the office are to the same places now. There's some excitement here and there, though. A couple weeks ago a crew shooting some b-roll here in NYC or something were carjacked and lost their camera. (aka the most expensive thing on an entire film shoot, by far) So I was sent to the Mayor's Office of Film, Theater, and Broadcasting to reschedule a shoot that was impossible without a camera. I'd always thought the Mayor's Film Office was down in the bureaucratic district around City Hall, but apparently it was up in the Ed Sullivan Theater building, right by the Late Show offices. Wouldn't have really known it, though. Got to have a tasty sandwich at the Hello Deli. When I went back a couple days later, Rupert even remembered me and chatted for a bit. Huzzah.
For the most part, though, I've been doing a lot of research. Spent a couple days doing tourist research for the travel channel show on Vancouver, one of those cities that you only kinda sorta know about, but that actually turns out to be like the best city ever (did you know that Vancouver is tied with Vienna for the city with the third highest standard of living in the world? I do now! (the two above it are Geneva and Zurich. Fucking Swiss.) Doing all this sorta travelly research is making me realize just how much I want to take a year or five and a big sack of cash and see the world. I could probably spend like six months on the British Isles and France alone. Alas. Maybe when I'm a billionaire.
Spent last week doing transcriptions. See, for documentaries they can't have a script since they don't know what the people they're interviewing will say beforehand, but they still need a record of what was said. Thus some poor chump gets stuck typing up everything some guy writes. So I got to spend three days working on getting carpal tunnel by typing up stuff about lactating rhesus macaques and some guy in luxembourg who made a machine that turns food into very realistic shit. Kinda gave me a headache.
I dunno, it's just felt kinda weird there. The only intern who'd been working there longer than I had grabbed a beer out of the fridge and got seen by our supervisor, who fired him the next day. Just made things kinda...uncomfortable. Not to mention the transcriptions and research have started giving me terrible headaches. This week was largely spent researching for the episode on sex, which was really irritating stuff divided between "no research whatsoever because there's no way to know" and "vicious debate where there's no widely supported theory". Ugh.
Couple weeks ago went to Anna's Turducken party. Had an alright time. While I was there some guys were browsing around on youtube and watched a fast-motion live drawing video of Ryusuke Hamamoto. I checked out some of his other stuff on there. A terrible idea since it got me wanting to draw again. This can only end in tears. To my surprise though, some of my sketches in the last couple weeks have actually been not entirely terrible. Still not anything I would ever, ever, ever want to show another living soul, but I don't feel like vomiting when I just flip past them. Have even been thinking about making some new investments. If they weren't so goddamn expensive and if I wasn't so unsure whether I'd be able to use it right, I'd kind of like one of those Wacom tablets. I dunno.
The pressure of the impending job hunt is slowly beginning to pick up. I haven't become a quivering nervous wreck quite yet, but if I don't keep myself distracted and let my brain turn to serious matters along those lines it literally feels like someone reaches into my guts and twists sharply. I've developed some pretty bad insomnia because of it. There's still small bits of hope here and there, though. Found a posting on the Tisch Career Development listserv that finally looks like something with potential instead of endless calls for personal assistants, graphic artists, and office managers. Spot at Postworks, the company that actually rents out space to Optomen, where I'm working now. Seems kind of like an assistant post to the assistant editors. Just on the edge of what I'm qualified for with my skills, but I could probably manage if I study a bit. Would also be the graveyard shift, midnight to 9 am. Hmm. All moot, though, because I'm quite sure they'll never go for me.
Saw Cloverfield. Pretty good movie, though I gotta say that I would probably nominate the main character as the stupidest character in any horror/disaster movie. Ever. And maybe his friends too for never giving him the fucking finger and turning in the opposite direction.
Have spent the last couple days starting to read some Hajime no Ippo. Jesus Christ this manga is long, more than 800 chapters now. Two good days reading a lot of it and I'm not even to 200. Pretty good though. Boxing. Yeah.
Finally managed to track down that one track by mu-ziq I heard in an AMV like six years ago and wanted an mp3 of. Was only put on one album, a recording of some Rekjavik DJ fest done years ago that only got one printing and then had the label fold. Eventually found some kinda shady mp3 pay site that had a copy and offered a couple free songs if you signed up.
The dem primary has been drawing a lot of my attention, as well. My man Barack is doing really good, though I'm starting to get kind of irritated with the media coverage lately, as well as Hillary's tactics. I know that the media is just playing up the fight, but there really isn't any way for Hillary to close the gap in pledged delegates or popular vote, and favoritism is not going to count for much in wooing superdelegates. They know that overturning the popular vote wouldn't be a really good idea. Still, even though she has a snowball's chance in hell at this point, the media is still giving her equal chances, if not better in some cases, and riding on Obama's campaign harder than hers. Like the Canada NAFTA thing, after it came out that it was actually Hillary's campaign saying to take her statments with a grain of salt, it barely got any press because the story that it was Obama's was already out there. And there wasn't nearly the response to her jabs about making him her vice president as there should have been, considering her position.
Kinda wishing Obama would suck it up a little and go on the attack a bit. Nothing too dirty, but she's just so full of holes right now and it doesn't seem like he's getting any good headlines. She could get skewered for her comments endorsing McCain over Obama if he latched onto it.
But anyway, I digress.
Spring break's here. I'm going home, and the rest will be nice, even though I don't think much of anyone else will be there. Not Neal, not Anna, probably not Max. Dunno about Earle. Not enough for a Brick Store expedition, in any case. Maybe I'll steal Dad from his office and go there for dinner on a night that's not St. Patty's.
Been baking lately. The old "Baker's Bread in a Bag" recipe from The Boxcar Children Cookbook that I basically learned to cook on is still pretty delicious. Though my attempts don't really seem like they've risen enough. Ditto for the recipe from Goons With Spoons I finally tried (Flour+Beer=Bread) The wet, goopy, heady mass did indeed suddenly coalesce into very recognizable dough. I personally didn't really think the bitterness of the Guinness I used really worked that well, though, even after I played with the recipe and added some salt, sugar, etc. Maybe next time I do it I'll just go crazy and make some hideous monstrosity, a terrible mess, and possibly a fire. I also made some brownies, which were fairly delicious, but somewhat thinner than I think they should've been. Maybe my pan's just a little larger than the one we had at home?
Work's been eclectic, not quite as interesting. Most of the runs out from the office are to the same places now. There's some excitement here and there, though. A couple weeks ago a crew shooting some b-roll here in NYC or something were carjacked and lost their camera. (aka the most expensive thing on an entire film shoot, by far) So I was sent to the Mayor's Office of Film, Theater, and Broadcasting to reschedule a shoot that was impossible without a camera. I'd always thought the Mayor's Film Office was down in the bureaucratic district around City Hall, but apparently it was up in the Ed Sullivan Theater building, right by the Late Show offices. Wouldn't have really known it, though. Got to have a tasty sandwich at the Hello Deli. When I went back a couple days later, Rupert even remembered me and chatted for a bit. Huzzah.
For the most part, though, I've been doing a lot of research. Spent a couple days doing tourist research for the travel channel show on Vancouver, one of those cities that you only kinda sorta know about, but that actually turns out to be like the best city ever (did you know that Vancouver is tied with Vienna for the city with the third highest standard of living in the world? I do now! (the two above it are Geneva and Zurich. Fucking Swiss.) Doing all this sorta travelly research is making me realize just how much I want to take a year or five and a big sack of cash and see the world. I could probably spend like six months on the British Isles and France alone. Alas. Maybe when I'm a billionaire.
Spent last week doing transcriptions. See, for documentaries they can't have a script since they don't know what the people they're interviewing will say beforehand, but they still need a record of what was said. Thus some poor chump gets stuck typing up everything some guy writes. So I got to spend three days working on getting carpal tunnel by typing up stuff about lactating rhesus macaques and some guy in luxembourg who made a machine that turns food into very realistic shit. Kinda gave me a headache.
I dunno, it's just felt kinda weird there. The only intern who'd been working there longer than I had grabbed a beer out of the fridge and got seen by our supervisor, who fired him the next day. Just made things kinda...uncomfortable. Not to mention the transcriptions and research have started giving me terrible headaches. This week was largely spent researching for the episode on sex, which was really irritating stuff divided between "no research whatsoever because there's no way to know" and "vicious debate where there's no widely supported theory". Ugh.
Couple weeks ago went to Anna's Turducken party. Had an alright time. While I was there some guys were browsing around on youtube and watched a fast-motion live drawing video of Ryusuke Hamamoto. I checked out some of his other stuff on there. A terrible idea since it got me wanting to draw again. This can only end in tears. To my surprise though, some of my sketches in the last couple weeks have actually been not entirely terrible. Still not anything I would ever, ever, ever want to show another living soul, but I don't feel like vomiting when I just flip past them. Have even been thinking about making some new investments. If they weren't so goddamn expensive and if I wasn't so unsure whether I'd be able to use it right, I'd kind of like one of those Wacom tablets. I dunno.
The pressure of the impending job hunt is slowly beginning to pick up. I haven't become a quivering nervous wreck quite yet, but if I don't keep myself distracted and let my brain turn to serious matters along those lines it literally feels like someone reaches into my guts and twists sharply. I've developed some pretty bad insomnia because of it. There's still small bits of hope here and there, though. Found a posting on the Tisch Career Development listserv that finally looks like something with potential instead of endless calls for personal assistants, graphic artists, and office managers. Spot at Postworks, the company that actually rents out space to Optomen, where I'm working now. Seems kind of like an assistant post to the assistant editors. Just on the edge of what I'm qualified for with my skills, but I could probably manage if I study a bit. Would also be the graveyard shift, midnight to 9 am. Hmm. All moot, though, because I'm quite sure they'll never go for me.
Saw Cloverfield. Pretty good movie, though I gotta say that I would probably nominate the main character as the stupidest character in any horror/disaster movie. Ever. And maybe his friends too for never giving him the fucking finger and turning in the opposite direction.
Have spent the last couple days starting to read some Hajime no Ippo. Jesus Christ this manga is long, more than 800 chapters now. Two good days reading a lot of it and I'm not even to 200. Pretty good though. Boxing. Yeah.
Finally managed to track down that one track by mu-ziq I heard in an AMV like six years ago and wanted an mp3 of. Was only put on one album, a recording of some Rekjavik DJ fest done years ago that only got one printing and then had the label fold. Eventually found some kinda shady mp3 pay site that had a copy and offered a couple free songs if you signed up.
The dem primary has been drawing a lot of my attention, as well. My man Barack is doing really good, though I'm starting to get kind of irritated with the media coverage lately, as well as Hillary's tactics. I know that the media is just playing up the fight, but there really isn't any way for Hillary to close the gap in pledged delegates or popular vote, and favoritism is not going to count for much in wooing superdelegates. They know that overturning the popular vote wouldn't be a really good idea. Still, even though she has a snowball's chance in hell at this point, the media is still giving her equal chances, if not better in some cases, and riding on Obama's campaign harder than hers. Like the Canada NAFTA thing, after it came out that it was actually Hillary's campaign saying to take her statments with a grain of salt, it barely got any press because the story that it was Obama's was already out there. And there wasn't nearly the response to her jabs about making him her vice president as there should have been, considering her position.
Kinda wishing Obama would suck it up a little and go on the attack a bit. Nothing too dirty, but she's just so full of holes right now and it doesn't seem like he's getting any good headlines. She could get skewered for her comments endorsing McCain over Obama if he latched onto it.
But anyway, I digress.
Spring break's here. I'm going home, and the rest will be nice, even though I don't think much of anyone else will be there. Not Neal, not Anna, probably not Max. Dunno about Earle. Not enough for a Brick Store expedition, in any case. Maybe I'll steal Dad from his office and go there for dinner on a night that's not St. Patty's.