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Atmospheric Henry Ross' LiveJournal:
| Monday, August 23rd, 2004 | |
| 1:14 pm | ... I had a great time friday night hanging around with a lovely young lady. Having a few chuckles with someone sure can brighten your day. I've got to start being a bit more spontaneous and such, and just allowing myself to have fun. I don't know if we'll hang out again, because of particular circumstances, but what are you gonna do? It's a bit disconcerting knowing that this person has read at least a bit of this LJ, considering some of the less-than-ideal entries that I have made. Oh well. Leaving for RI tomorrow till sept. 6th. Fun shall be had. |
| Thursday, August 19th, 2004 | |
| 4:21 pm | whoever designed this cover... is totally my hero.  |
| Saturday, August 7th, 2004 | |
| 6:03 pm | this makes me happy:  that is all. |
| Tuesday, August 3rd, 2004 | |
| 8:10 am | iconoclasts!  when the hell did it become august? sheeit. I actually got a fairly normal sleep last night, which I'm gonna try and get into a habit of. Listening to a stream of wfmu right now. kinda surprised that I can even get an ok connection considering my 56k. I finally got around to seeing F9/11 yesterday. I really think that if Dubya wins in 2004, there's gonna be some major shit going down. My brother just moved into a place right across from the Stock Exchange, which is apparently a new target. actually, I just read that this current high alert is based upon years-old info. whatever. I watched T3 the other night and it was truly awful. I am kinda excited for that new Trey Parker/ Matt Stone movie in October, the preview looks awesome. Jonathan Frakes, who directed "thunderbirds" really didn't do his homework: he stated in an interview that the original show had never aired in the US, which is bullshit b/c I watched it when I was a kid. |
| Saturday, July 24th, 2004 | |
| 12:45 pm | you really know a date went well ...when she abruptly exits the bar in tears. yep, I sure can pick 'em. well it wasn't really a date, but more just catching up with an old friend, who I was vaguely interested in at one time. not the case anymore. Hell, it's summertime, and maybe there are other things to talk about besides: -your sexual abuse at age 13 -how your mother tried to kill you as an infant -your abortion -your suicide attempt -your past/ current anorexia Hell, we all gots the baggage, and I'm more than happy to lend a sympathetic ear, but christ, can't we just have a drink and talk about photography? Well, on the flipside, I'm feeling pretty damn good lately, despite being a broke-ass mofo. My oldest bro got me a ticket, so I'm heading back east from august 23rd to Sept. 6th. Two friggin weeks at home, but I can probably kill some time down in NYC and Beantown. I'm just excited to chill out on my parents awesome deck and chow down on some homemade treats. |
| Wednesday, June 30th, 2004 | |
| 4:23 pm | insomnia. I've been hitting some wormholes in time lately. Last night I couldn't sleep until like 5:30, which was mucho frustrating. I got up at 6:30am and sorta felt fully rested, and was freaking out b/c I thought that I had missed Wednesday entirely. Twas freaky. My roommate have me two j-bones for my birthday. She rules. EA is accepting portfolios for a fall co-op, so I've been throwing stuff together b/c the deadline is the 7th. I am so goddamn self-defeating. I just keep looking at my shit and being like "this is all crap". I gotta just tell that voice to fuck off and just get the stuff together and submit it. It's not like working for a game company is my dream or anything, I don't even really like video games, but I really need to get some experience doing SOMETHING that's marketable and kinda creative. I saw clips of my fake infomercial in my head last night. I think I should go with that idea for my grad project. it'd be good to get as much pre-production done during the summer as possible. at least storyboards. |
| Tuesday, June 29th, 2004 | |
| 12:44 pm | This is Don. Everybody say "Hi, Don". What Don doesn't seem to get is that the Bosman's profile on friendster is meant to represent a place, not a person. Like Bicep-Guy, Don also seems to be fond of women from the Philippines, as well as those of the Klingon persuasion.   I am convinced that there's an app floating around out there that writes and sends off mass-messages to people on these networks. I mean, they all sound exactly alike - "How R U? I saw ur pic and UR the beauty one!!! Send me a massage TALK2u soon!" |
| Tuesday, June 15th, 2004 | |
| 8:24 pm | lottery. I dreamn't last night that I had a scratch-off ticket that won $10,000. I can't believe how much of an underachiever my sub-conscious is. Tuna fish is 50cents a can at the store. I'm gonna make a motherfucking cassarole. I am so goddamned tired of being unemployed. It really fucks with your sense of worth. I can't really remember a time when I wasn't completely aimless. Sure, I'd set some short-term goal for myself, but it was usually just a farce on my part. I am so goddamned sick of being negative, but can't really "get it" when people say stuff like "enjoy the simple things". I've started writing affirmations in my morning pages. Even if I don't believe what they say, it is still a positive thing to hear them, or see them written. Ok, maybe it would be good if I wrote about my day. I woke up at 10am (earliest I've been up in a looong time), made some coffee and fucked around on the 'puter for awhile. did my morning pages, showered, had some tunafish, and decided to head to the park around noon. I saw a baby skunk the other day, it was too cute. I walked Bridle path until 2nd beach and decided to chill on the sand for awhile, maybe I could get some damn color. Came home, ate, fucked around on the computer a bit more. I'm trying to model a fairly realistic human head in 3d, which is a total pain in the ass, especially doing the ear. the model still looks fucked, but alot less fucked than it did two weeks ago. I just gotta keep working on it. That's about it. Maybe I'll set the clock for 9am tomorrow. I'm thinking that it's time to get some new t-shirts, like the kind that all the kids wear. My brother is getting a divorce after like 10 months of marriage. I'm beginning to doubt whether my parents will ever see grandkids. maybe I'll adopt a wise-cracking little black kid in a few years. it'd be like every day was a sitcom. I'm gonna try to learn to type for the thousandth time. Mavis Beacon must be so ashamed of me. Tally Ho! |
| Sunday, June 6th, 2004 | |
| 5:01 pm | Vancouver Police - Above and Beyond alrighty, this was pretty interesting: this afternoon, I was all set to embark on a nice walk through Stanley Park, but when I stepped out into hallway I see this pack of like 4 or 5 cops all with weapons drawn about 2 doors down from me. It takes me a second to register it all, but one of the cops gives me the "go back inside" signal. A few seconds later there's a knock on the door and it's the cops. One of them is totally pointing this machine gun at the door next to ours while the others assume "back up" position. The one cop asks me if he can come in so he can get an idea about the layout of the apartment next door, and I'm like "sure". He tells me that one of our neighbors was like taking a shower or something and saw a rifle from across the way in somebodies window or something like that. I just tell him to give a knock when everythings cool. Now there are definitely some nefarious characters in this area, and probably quite a few meth labs and whatnot (given that the corner of bute and davie has become a popular spot to score) so it's not at all out of the question that some wacko could be waving a gun around in the middle of the afternoon. About ten minutes later the cop knocks again. Someone had a BB gun laying around their apartment, which a neighbor saw and freaked out about. Talk about an anti-climax. So it takes me just over two hours to do my walking through the park. I'm gonna try to make this a regular endeavor if I can, as I need the exercise. Jack is helping me do the Artist's Way yet again. It's good that I'll have someone to keep me on track with it. Not to say that doing morning pages and going on Artist's dates are gonna magically change my life, but my experience has shown that they are a positive element when done on a regular basis. I guess that this journal hasn't really been utilized for the past few months (really since December) because there wasn't really anything happening in my life. I am honestly going to try to normalize myself, at least in terms of communication with friends and family. I'm gonna go see "Coffee and Cigarettes" this week. I saw "The Shape of Things" on video the other night and thought that it was pretty decent. I normally hate Paul Rudd, but he was pretty good in it. I watched it with Margaret, who really didn't like it, which I can understand as it is pretty much a play put to film. The Connections<>Mutations symposium was pretty lame. Alot of talking with not much being said. Man, those folks really like to use "discursive" as a noun. I'm a bit tired of art being about identity politics, especially when the artist focuses on themselves as subject. It's almost as if everyone feels that their "experience" needs to be validated externally, no matter how dull or cliche. more to come. |
| Friday, June 4th, 2004 | |
| 6:22 pm | asshead. I can't believe that Marketing at Intel actually gave the green light to this awful ad. I had to refresh my hotmail page like 50 times to get it back because I thought that I was hallucinating.  |
| Tuesday, June 1st, 2004 | |
| 1:46 pm | 24 dead baby sharks yes, there are indeed 24 dead baby sharks in my apartment's freezer right now, and I feel somewhat responsible. The roommate is currently working at a fishpacking plant, and supposedly these little critters tend to be included in the catch and are tossed into the garbage. So she and her buddy (who also works there) tell me this, and I'm all like "You GOTTA bring one home for me!" thinking that I could keep it in a pickle jar filled with alcohol or something. So they bring home fucking 24 of these things and then proceed to clean them in the bathtub, stinking up the entire apartment. I guess her plans are to include these in some sort of artistic photo shoot or something. They are pretty cool, but damn, do you need so many? This was the same day that the man, naked from the waist down and highly distressed, was hanging around in front of the building. I guess it was some sort of "date gone wrong" b/c the cops were there, but I didn't get the whole scoop. I ended up not going down to Seattle last weekend, due to a few different factors, but I definitely am gonna be headed down there soon. It's kind of awkward b/c I'm sort of just coming my way outta a low-point, so my conversational skills are lacking due to a period of prolonged isolation. I think that maybe writing a bit in the 'ol LJ and catching up on some emailing might get me back into the swing of things. I keep dreaming of Las Vegas. I opened up an issue of Wired yesterday, and felt like Rip Van-Fucking-Winkle. There were two truly bizarre ads in there that really stuck with me. The first was for the Honda Asimo robot, which they have pictured with a typical "family" in front of their suburban home, sorta portrait style. I just couldn't believe home goddamned cliche that ad was. We've all known about stuff like this being on the horizon, but to see it in print form struck a nerve for some reason. The second ad was for one of those "systems" that collects from mass databases and creates statistical models of potential terrorist threats or something like that. It was a few suits standing inside of a heliographic display that was presenting some kind of 3d model which I guess was supposed to represent some sort of information. I gotta get reading the DARPA website again to try and edu-macate mahself on such things. I wonder if maybe they could develop a device, that would be bundled with camera phones, that could use biometrics and phychological forecasting software to give the user a probability model for whether they will score with that cutie on the other side of the bar. Each succesive "score" or "shoot-down" could then be used to enrich the database to increase its effectiveness. hmmmm. |
| Sunday, May 16th, 2004 | |
| 1:44 am | ... well, after getting a call from jack yesterday (which was weird seeing that I have no phone service - guess that certain LD still works) we decided to try out the artist's way, yet again, but to keep each other on track. Its more like him keeping me on track, actually. So today I actually left the house for the first time in what seems like months. That's a bit of an exaggeration, but the hermit mode has been in full effect for awhile now. I went for a little walk and checked out the local galleries. nothing too impressive, except for a video piece at the belkin satellite, which really rocked. Finally got all my grades in: A,A-,B+,B+. I guess that's something to feel pretty good about seeing that I'm on academic probation and all. I had my first vancouver showing of a video called "Registered: Chicago" at Video In the other night. Even though only like a dozen people were there, I still got a check for $75 b/c there is a bit of cash available to these artist run centers here. I bought Optic Nerve #9 today, which was decent per usual, but just too damn short. |
| Wednesday, May 5th, 2004 | |
| 10:49 pm | Im Proud To Be An American Marine Boy Figurine gawd bless 'merica. Thank you preciousmoments.com!  |
| Monday, May 3rd, 2004 | |
| 12:04 pm | T-Minus... -3 days until "tortured Iraqi photo" becomes an badly done interactive flash animation. -6 days until "tortured Iraqi photo" becomes the subject of unfunny MAD TV skit. -1 month until "tortured Iraqi photo" becomes cover art for Zack DeLa Rocha's new solo record (with requisite Noam Chomsky spoken word track) You heard it here first. |
| Tuesday, April 27th, 2004 | |
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| Tuesday, April 20th, 2004 | |
| 5:09 pm | yep. alright, time to start writing in this damn web-journal thing again. sheeit, it's been awhile, but then again I have been barely able to communicate at all via text or verbal means for quite some time now, so maybe if I can get back into the swing of things I can write some long overdue correspondence to my homeslices out there. Things are ok fine today, b/c the semester is done practically, and I got an extension on my research paper in History of Print Practice. I find that being honest with a prof about yer personal situation is the key, as most have been fuck-ups at one point (hey, who hasn't?) and are willing to cut you some slack. I had a grad review panel today which went pretty well, I guess. I think that perhaps I have been misleading myself a bit in regards to my direction. It seems that the stuff that I really throw myself into and the things that I find the most engaging are pieces that actually address some sort of "serious" idea (although sometimes done tongue-in-cheek). I guess that I have been avoiding the possibility that I could create work in the traditional academic sense, because I've never really felt that my opinions would be of any interest to anyone but myself. I also have a hard time keeping a straight face when making statement such as: TV-EYE (a video loop I created last semester) seeks to explore the cyclical relationship between the viewer and content within a paradigm that rapidly increases in both density and momentum with the help of recent digitial reproductive and transfer technologies. I really need to get my hands on a thesaurus one of these days. Can't wait for Kill Bill Vol:2 |
| Thursday, April 1st, 2004 | |
| 10:45 pm | huzzah! live it.  |
| Thursday, March 4th, 2004 | |
| 11:08 am | what song is this? "Men reading fashion magazines, oh what a world my parents gave me". Glen Jones always plays this damn song and now it's stuck in my cerebral Ipod. I wonder if it is one of those new fangled skinny white boy groups with the guitars and 80's brown faux-leather jackets. there's about 100 kids at school with those jackets. I'm kinda sorta on schedule with school. As long as I get my rigging and enveloping done this weekend I'll be fine. It's been really nice out these days. early spring ain't nothing to complain about. |
| Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004 | |
| 12:14 am | moving on up. I'm finally moved into the new apartment. Man, that was quite an ordeal. I was thinking last night that I should burn all of my possessions and just start fresh. Just have a bed, a laptop, and 12 identical outfits. I'm just not cut out for the heavy lifting anymore. So I finally got one of them fancy-ass Orkut invites. I feel validated. I saw a dog with sunglasses on the other day. Cracked me up. |
| Monday, February 9th, 2004 | |
| 4:53 pm | i like this record. I have to say that The Glow pt.2 by the Microphones is a tremendous album. It will make you cry. Me and James were listening to some Ella Fitzgerald last night, and damn, that woman is certainly a Jazz Master. Her improv and scat on Mack The Knife: Live in Berlin will make your jaw drop. |