The Other State of the Union. U.S. Knows Its Condition—Lousy.
Month: January 2003
I added a Flash intro I started on Friday. I think it’s one part Daily Show, one part Zombo.com.
Just when you least expected it, I redesigned the site again. This is essentially version 3.0, and it doesn’t bother me the way that the last couple versions did. In fact, I think I like it. I’m using the same basic color scheme, of course, with fewer unnecessary boxes and textures. What did those boxes and textures really communicate, anyway?
I applied for some jobs today. The response rate to my previous job inquiries has been simply dreadful, including those that I’ve followed up on.
Speaking of jobs, I updated the non-existent non-profit job fair page.
p>200,000 march on San Francisco for peace. Don’t believe the corporate media estimate of 50,000. There were more than that in San Francisco on January 18th. I was one of them. Saturday was easily the best day I’ve had since coming back from Wisconsin.
I’ve been back for a week and a half. Going home was absolutely necessary for me. I think I was going a little crazy (okay, “crazier“) with the continued stress of being in a new place and of, well, canvassing.
Welcome to 2003, the year of the cyber-athlete. Actually—I’m sorry—that was 1999. I apologize for the misrepresentation.
I write to you from slightly snowy Hartford, Wisconsin. My last two weeks have been only mildly illuminating. Since the 23rd of December, I’ve celebrated the holidays and visited nearly every place I’ve called home for any length of time. Tomorrow, I’ll spend time with more of my family—my brother and I are here at the same time, in our mom and stepdad’s house, for the first time since about Christmas 1999. Wednesday at 4:30, I’ll fly back to Oakland International.
Wisconsin and Minnesota are pretty much exactly what I expected. The Midwest, in a wide arc stretching from Minneapolis to Chicago, feels like home to me. No surprise, really.
2003 having recently begun, I have ahead of me the traditional task of setting the year’s goals. Last year I blew almost every one of them except for moving to California, and where has that gotten me? (“California,” you might answer, to which I would reply, “Ask a stupid question….”) The effort of preparing to move across the country took a lot of energy away from some of the other things I wanted to do in 2002. I think that I need to listen to myself more this year.
To be honest, one of my first thoughts every morning these days is “I can’t believe I quit my job.” Don’t bet that I’m going to be making that mistake again anytime soon. I know I shouldn’t be obsessing about the past, even (or especially) the recent past, but it crosses my mind rather frequently.
I also like what I did last year, picking out the top ten moments of the previous year. I’ll probably do that again.
In a shocking development, 2002 ended, as have most recent years, at the end of December. Wide-ranging speculation posited that 2002 would continue on in the new, media-friendly month of Smarch, which never materialized, to the disappointment of millions.