details in retrospect.
Re: Asian American Center webmaster position--
D: funny how chaos falls together. I've not forgotten how woefully unprepared I was for that second interview, though I had been completely aware that I'd done the first interview before summer. Hell, the organizer hadn't even remembered that I'd already had one -- though she remembered pretty soon who I was.
Last minute, I managed to print out my resume and dig my letters of recommendation out of my heap of still-not unpacked luggage. liek a 'tard, my sales pitch was completely unrehearsed bc I hadn't expected to be speaking only to the previous webmaster. sad for me, the organizer declared herself technologically retarded (though not in those words) and left me to show my skills to her employee.
Fortunately for me, he was more or less deathly ashamed of the Asian American Center's website as-is -- and blown away by Nomad Chronicle.Com, the award-winning website I designed for westbaylen.
In truth, my brain had gone utterly blank of every other website I had ever made -- including my own fucking web portfolio. Ironically, I came off well entirely by accident: it seemed that I was moving very decisively NC, which is certainly one of/the best web-design job I've ever done, and I was very prompt with its merits (Flash-free, easy navigation) and creation process (photo-manipulation, code implemented from other sites), blah blah blah. I had no real questions about the job, but I asked him a few standard ones about the hours and tasks and such, and then got him to discuss Firefox versus Internet Explorer. I also pointed out the technical merits of the current design which, though lackluster, is pretty functional. He felt good about that, I think.
I don't mean this patronizingly, but I don't think he is used to talking to girls; either that, or I put him off. 80% of our interview, he kept his eyes on the screen and clicking around NC when he was talking to me and then, when there was nothing left to explore, he randomly installed the Firefox browser onto the computer we were using. Way to focus.
Apparently there had been one other applicant for the webmaster job, probably someone who answered their recent mass E-mail just last week. I'd kind of Lost All Hope when I learned that, bc 1) I'm not in a work-study program meant the government wouldn't subsidize part of my salary for the Center and 2) frankly I have very little technical skill and even less technical training/qualification when it comes to web-design and anything else when it comes to computers. Uhhhh.
What am I trying to say? Well, I was just told today that I got hired. It felt extra good because I had everything counting against me except for the work I am capable of producing with the skills I have taught myself. I can only get better. Or fired. Preferably not both.
meet my new baby. He's a little but Down's syndromey around the edges,
but all he needs is some designer fashion and he could be a movie star~~~ :****
Re: weather
It's been shitting water like something ridiculous all of today, in contrast to the scalding cerulean skies that had prevailed over summer my first year. I hate getting my books wet because paper pulp swells like zits and ripples like cellulite where raindrops fall, and I hate it that it's hot as well as wet so my clothes are in a perpetual state of dampness and odor. I hate it that the administration conspires to have AC raging at -273 deg. K in the lecture halls, so that my roommate catches escalating colds while learning economics, while I seem to experience brief episodes of SARS which only end the instant I walk out of the classroom and don't have to concentrate anymore. And while we're on the subject of conspiracies, I particularly dislike how it begins to rain whenever I leave shelter.
however, I do like the feel of watery invisible grit between my toes while I'm wearing flip flops in the downpour, though. I know people catch all sorts of parasitic worms through the soles of their feet on bare earth. I try hard to think about that while my toes are gritty, and yet it's still heeheehee ^^ earrrrth. gritty! heehee. kinda weird.
Re: Defoe's Robinson Crusoe (v. much unabridged)
My performance in Twice Told Tales class sucks because of this book. I mean, I like Crusoe as a character even though he is extraordinarily un-self-aware, racist, self-absorbed, materialistic and erratic about his immaterial commitments. It never really sinks in for him how insipid or awful or hypocritical the things he does are and he never evolves despite his crazy life. But he is really brave, passionate, generous, and he has a good heart with which he loves Friday more than he knows!!1!11 no 'litslash' OK I'm just saying.
D: The problem is I find his voice kind of boring once Defoe's ironization wears off and I have a rough time extracting specific, meaningful thematic/plot/character detail from the one big mess of lol crusoe ur adork loool. The insights that my classmates offer are great, though. I'm not working hard enough somehow.
We're reading Coetzee's Foe next week though. I think my brain might respond better to a story written from Friday's POV in intentional counterpoint to Crusoe.
Re: rl vs. internet/solitary recreation
right now I fail at balancing my presence in both worlds and it's pretty frustrating. I am failing my character activity everywhere and I don't write or draw at all. While I'm glad that extended real-life socializing no longer makes me feel like shoving my knuckles through someone's face, I kind of miss the feel of hanging out 'alone.' Meh. While I was living in Hong Kong this never used to be a problem, since I -- well -- slacked off plenty, but also the timezones prevented me from MU*ing on weekdays.
Any tips on dealing with this would be nice. Anyone recommend I schedule a rigid timetable? Internet +++heavily every other week, or only on weekends? Give up all my solitary hobbies??????//?/?///
D: funny how chaos falls together. I've not forgotten how woefully unprepared I was for that second interview, though I had been completely aware that I'd done the first interview before summer. Hell, the organizer hadn't even remembered that I'd already had one -- though she remembered pretty soon who I was.
Last minute, I managed to print out my resume and dig my letters of recommendation out of my heap of still-not unpacked luggage. liek a 'tard, my sales pitch was completely unrehearsed bc I hadn't expected to be speaking only to the previous webmaster. sad for me, the organizer declared herself technologically retarded (though not in those words) and left me to show my skills to her employee.
Fortunately for me, he was more or less deathly ashamed of the Asian American Center's website as-is -- and blown away by Nomad Chronicle.Com, the award-winning website I designed for westbaylen.
In truth, my brain had gone utterly blank of every other website I had ever made -- including my own fucking web portfolio. Ironically, I came off well entirely by accident: it seemed that I was moving very decisively NC, which is certainly one of/the best web-design job I've ever done, and I was very prompt with its merits (Flash-free, easy navigation) and creation process (photo-manipulation, code implemented from other sites), blah blah blah. I had no real questions about the job, but I asked him a few standard ones about the hours and tasks and such, and then got him to discuss Firefox versus Internet Explorer. I also pointed out the technical merits of the current design which, though lackluster, is pretty functional. He felt good about that, I think.
I don't mean this patronizingly, but I don't think he is used to talking to girls; either that, or I put him off. 80% of our interview, he kept his eyes on the screen and clicking around NC when he was talking to me and then, when there was nothing left to explore, he randomly installed the Firefox browser onto the computer we were using. Way to focus.
Apparently there had been one other applicant for the webmaster job, probably someone who answered their recent mass E-mail just last week. I'd kind of Lost All Hope when I learned that, bc 1) I'm not in a work-study program meant the government wouldn't subsidize part of my salary for the Center and 2) frankly I have very little technical skill and even less technical training/qualification when it comes to web-design and anything else when it comes to computers. Uhhhh.
What am I trying to say? Well, I was just told today that I got hired. It felt extra good because I had everything counting against me except for the work I am capable of producing with the skills I have taught myself. I can only get better. Or fired. Preferably not both.
meet my new baby. He's a little but Down's syndromey around the edges,
but all he needs is some designer fashion and he could be a movie star~~~ :****
Re: weather
It's been shitting water like something ridiculous all of today, in contrast to the scalding cerulean skies that had prevailed over summer my first year. I hate getting my books wet because paper pulp swells like zits and ripples like cellulite where raindrops fall, and I hate it that it's hot as well as wet so my clothes are in a perpetual state of dampness and odor. I hate it that the administration conspires to have AC raging at -273 deg. K in the lecture halls, so that my roommate catches escalating colds while learning economics, while I seem to experience brief episodes of SARS which only end the instant I walk out of the classroom and don't have to concentrate anymore. And while we're on the subject of conspiracies, I particularly dislike how it begins to rain whenever I leave shelter.
however, I do like the feel of watery invisible grit between my toes while I'm wearing flip flops in the downpour, though. I know people catch all sorts of parasitic worms through the soles of their feet on bare earth. I try hard to think about that while my toes are gritty, and yet it's still heeheehee ^^ earrrrth. gritty! heehee. kinda weird.
Re: Defoe's Robinson Crusoe (v. much unabridged)
My performance in Twice Told Tales class sucks because of this book. I mean, I like Crusoe as a character even though he is extraordinarily un-self-aware, racist, self-absorbed, materialistic and erratic about his immaterial commitments. It never really sinks in for him how insipid or awful or hypocritical the things he does are and he never evolves despite his crazy life. But he is really brave, passionate, generous, and he has a good heart with which he loves Friday more than he knows!!1!11 no 'litslash' OK I'm just saying.
D: The problem is I find his voice kind of boring once Defoe's ironization wears off and I have a rough time extracting specific, meaningful thematic/plot/character detail from the one big mess of lol crusoe ur adork loool. The insights that my classmates offer are great, though. I'm not working hard enough somehow.
We're reading Coetzee's Foe next week though. I think my brain might respond better to a story written from Friday's POV in intentional counterpoint to Crusoe.
Re: rl vs. internet/solitary recreation
right now I fail at balancing my presence in both worlds and it's pretty frustrating. I am failing my character activity everywhere and I don't write or draw at all. While I'm glad that extended real-life socializing no longer makes me feel like shoving my knuckles through someone's face, I kind of miss the feel of hanging out 'alone.' Meh. While I was living in Hong Kong this never used to be a problem, since I -- well -- slacked off plenty, but also the timezones prevented me from MU*ing on weekdays.
Any tips on dealing with this would be nice. Anyone recommend I schedule a rigid timetable? Internet +++heavily every other week, or only on weekends? Give up all my solitary hobbies??????//?/?///