4/28/2006 08:48:00 PM|W|P|amy|W|P|
Early this morning, Garrett (friend by day, paparazzi by night) gmails me pictures of lingos past. 2004: Two months of flash frustrations, devouring animation books, and learning to tell a story in a medium I had not yet mastered. Walking cycle by trial and error. Filmmaking by fire.
The night of the Lingos i was so nervous i was shaking on the subway. What if the laptop doesn't work? What if it's not shown at all? What if no one gets it? What if they think it's boring? Why do they hate me so much that they are showing mine AFTER 'single tips'?
I recognize the irony of needing to go back two years to recall those fears. They surround me now. But I can look back with relief, knowing how the story ends. The anxiety of today has not yet met its fate.|W|P|114627251716995861|W|P|All for this one lingo|W|P|orangewalk@gmail.com4/21/2006 01:08:00 PM|W|P|amy|W|P|i have an ongoing goal of eating more salad, which is continually thwarted by my never actually craving salad. when i'm hungry, it's not for spinach. but i try.
this morning i roasted pine nuts, put them and some craisins in bags, and brought spinach to work for a guaranteed salad lunch. but i think i noticed a funny smell to the spinach when i put it in the fridge, and a potential vendor brought us a late breakfast, and pine nuts and craisins make for a delicious computer-time snack. so much for that.
i've decided to clear out my desk drawers to make room for the salad ingredients i'll be bringing come May (May is my inagural "bring a salad to work" month). i've got a pile of lanyards stored in my drawer--not sure what i think i'll do with them. i've yet to re-use a lanyard. maybe i'll save it for posterity? "look honey, this is from when mamma went to ad tech." ugh. okay that's it. they're so gone.|W|P|114563930720431464|W|P|you don't win friends with salad|W|P|orangewalk@gmail.com4/15/2006 09:15:00 PM|W|P|amy|W|P|there are certain things in life we've never experienced that, however trivial, bring us a sense of pride. they are the inadvertent non-decisions which help us in "I Never" games and let us differentiate ourselves from "those kinds of people." it's a cultural shorthand, really--our lack of experience quickly defines us, and we love it.
well, pride and prejudice is on as i type this. by the end of the evening, i'll know who Mr. Darcy is. farewell, sweet ignorance and easy out. i now am woman, with no "I never" to save me from the stereotype.|W|P|114515209826250369|W|P|innocence lost|W|P|orangewalk@gmail.com4/05/2006 09:37:00 AM|W|P|amy|W|P|the streets of nyc are famous primarily for movement. the city never sleeps, the tourists never know where they're going, the soliciters never leave their subway posts, the cabs never stop honking. it's crowded and loud and that guy just blew smoke in my face.
At 9:30 am on Saturday I leave my cousin's on Herald Square and experience Manhattan in rare form: peaceful. there's been something about those few weekend mornings i've spent walking the downtown beats that's left me in complete awe of the city and her majesty. the magic of manhattan isn't manifest in the movement it contains, but is powerful enough to be felt in spite of movement.|W|P|114425011886705794|W|P|still still still|W|P|orangewalk@gmail.com