11.19.2003

hey.

i know. i suck. but, i've been busy. and i have been wondering if i need to continue this thing. school will be out in a few weeks and in january i start my last semester of grad school. amazing considering that i was here even before i applied to school. anyway...

i've been working. i have a cold. i will be in new york friday through tuesday to visit the dear alpha patty and a few classmates will be in town as well. we are attempting an architectural extravaganza.

i may be in love again, which is scary and a bit soon, but he is pretty amazing and his name is also tim. he has a beard and we look a bit alike. dating myself is hot.
tim at 7:36 PM

10.22.2003

how many of your horoscopes have said you're basically screwed and on your own...?

a la village voice:

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): I've been staring at my astrological charts for hours trying to determine where your head is at. The best I can figure out is that you're off the map, between the worlds, beyond the boundaries. Sorry I'm not able to be more specific. I guess you're pretty much on your own for now. I can at least tell you about the powers that this kind of outsider position usually confers: (1) sharper-than-usual intuition about the future; (2) a knack for making unexpected connections you didn't realize you needed; and (3) an unpredictability that makes you attractive to people who can help draw out and clarify your unconscious desires.


tim at 4:31 PM

tonight is going to be a long one. i have to finish a paper i've been putting off for some time. i also have to put together a thesis slide show to present to the entire department next week.

my parents are driving me crazy.
tim at 2:01 PM

10.21.2003

hi wanna play? super creep. i got my menegitis shot yesterday and in seven to ten days i will be ready for more kisses. the local clinic set up stations all over the north side for free vaccinations. i have mine and in a few days i'll be making out with strangers just like the good old days.
it's so sad that three people have died over the past week.

my project for sculpture is coming along so well. i am very happy with it. it's a photo book of all the places i have lived in chicago.

did anyone hear the sonic memorial projoct third coast awards today on npr? the excerpt from all things considered about the couple married at the world trade center broke my heart in lots of little bits. since the wtc was a symbol of the day they were married they made a deal that everytime they saw the world trade center thay had to kiss. no matter what was going on - they were fighting with each other, shopping, walking to work, whatever.

i thrive on the melancholy- why am i not a black eyeliner-wearin' goth?
tim at 10:55 AM

10.16.2003

i have to say work was really fun today. in the morning i ran around and completed a few permit applications. the afternoon was spent walking around old town and taking photos of new projects. had lunch, went back to work and looked through a bunch of big projects that are coming through the office. content.

sick! remember how we have had a problem with squirrels getting in the walls of the building through the roof? nyla just came home a found a burned squirrel at the back door of the toughest lady that lives here. she's a collections officer. we think she tried to eat it.

i took a picture of me a nyla on the back porch after looking at it. nyla's expression of quiet contentment proves i live with pure evil.
tim at 11:30 PM

ok. i've been way too indulgent lately. i'm done. i swear. i'm not going to drink as much. i'm not going to go out as much. it's time to focus.

this weekend i am writing a paper of adolf loos interiors. those are my plans.
tim at 10:48 AM

10.12.2003

i went out last night. i stood there with my beer looking around and expecting nothing. the blue lights flash on me the same as everyone else but i don't feel the same as they. i look like them but i don't feel like them.

i decide to dance which i something i don't do. i don't but last night i did.
i don't dance well but just let me do my thing.
i dance and way deep down i am miserable. i've pushed it far into a corner but i can feel its eyes staring back into me.

i stop dancing and i walk around. i'm miserable becasue none of this is real. none of it matters and i miss treavor so much and i am so mad at myself for it.
tim at 6:52 PM

10.11.2003

the birds got into the house again. the little gang of chirping vermin. nyla caught them. she immediately put a pair of sunglasses on so they couldn’t go for her eyes. they were flying up against the windows trying to get out.

she screams as she opens the windows and screens. screaming the entire time but doing what needs to be done.

i love it

we still can’t figure out why they keep trying to get in the house.
the birds like to shit up our house.

nlya and i saw kill bill last night - recommended indeed!

i'm suffering from the highest highs and the lowest lows that no brain detergent will dissolve
tim at 7:54 PM

10.08.2003

i keep forgetting to write this down. it happened this summer. remember when i was at death's door because of food poisoning? it was during then on a morning i had a protein bar and some apple juice for breakfast. at my internship we share the bathrooms with another city agency that seems to do little. it's one of those offices where there is always a birthday party going on in the big conference room.

so, i was in the bathroom and this older african-american guy who works in that office bursts farting and mumbling "oh ma god! oh ma god!" he goes into a stall and i start pushing the pee out so fast it's starting to burn and i am breathing out of my mouth in short shallow breaths. he drops his pants and starts with his explosive shits and he's screaming "oh ma god!" the whole time. i get so grossed out and start dry heaving so i zip up and start towards the door but since my stomach is so sensitve from being sick as soon as i step outside the bathroom i puke on the carpet. the best part is that no one saw so i ran back to my office and used a bathroom on a different floor for the rest of the day.

ah. feels better to get that off my chest.
tim at 10:43 PM