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Jun. 1st, 2002 07:59 pmIt's month's end and I'm out of money again. Just like last month, I have a couple Gs of writer's money coming, but I can't say when that pipe'll get unclogged. I must again string people along with promises until then. They're honest promises, since I know that I will, in fact, get the money RSN, but that doesn't make me like the situation any more. (I imagine my debtors aren't thrilled, either.)
Happy to find that I'm able to painlessly, perhaps even enthusiastically, pick up Macnut after a week away from it. My personal goal involves meeting the halfway-done milestone (and by done I mean done-done, not silly-loose first-draft "done"-done) by July 1. I think I can do it.
I'm typing now on by iBook while I use Noah's shared-dialup wireless rig. It actually works really well. Um, even though you can't call our house's phone for the time being. But I'm listening now to Boards of Canada MP3s stored on a nearby BSD box, mounted locally via Samba shares. Yay.
I feel oddly tense for some reason, but eh, maybe is just the too much coffee.
Thursday night, I finally got around to posting my résumé stuff on monster.com. Got a call the next morning from one Dawn, at a high-tech staffing place in Wakefield, just up Rte. 128 a ways. She didn't blanch at my babble about Perl and Unix and Cocoa, and we quickly arranged a Monday appointment. Who knows, who knows... While driving home from Waterville, last night, I reflected on how I didn't even think about how I was going to get from Somerville to Wakefield, and how sad I'd be if something like this came up and I did have to think about it. No, though I may engage in the occasional bout of antiautomotive breast-beating, I think I'm doomed to remain a motorist for a while yet. Hum.
Happy to find that I'm able to painlessly, perhaps even enthusiastically, pick up Macnut after a week away from it. My personal goal involves meeting the halfway-done milestone (and by done I mean done-done, not silly-loose first-draft "done"-done) by July 1. I think I can do it.
I'm typing now on by iBook while I use Noah's shared-dialup wireless rig. It actually works really well. Um, even though you can't call our house's phone for the time being. But I'm listening now to Boards of Canada MP3s stored on a nearby BSD box, mounted locally via Samba shares. Yay.
I feel oddly tense for some reason, but eh, maybe is just the too much coffee.
Thursday night, I finally got around to posting my résumé stuff on monster.com. Got a call the next morning from one Dawn, at a high-tech staffing place in Wakefield, just up Rte. 128 a ways. She didn't blanch at my babble about Perl and Unix and Cocoa, and we quickly arranged a Monday appointment. Who knows, who knows... While driving home from Waterville, last night, I reflected on how I didn't even think about how I was going to get from Somerville to Wakefield, and how sad I'd be if something like this came up and I did have to think about it. No, though I may engage in the occasional bout of antiautomotive breast-beating, I think I'm doomed to remain a motorist for a while yet. Hum.