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Michael's Diary -- 2001-2003 Archive
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1.12.2002
Stayed up very late tonight working on the website. I'd almost forgotten how fun it is to work on HTML pages. It's been such a long time -- I've been waiting for the inevitable switch of ISPs, which took place this past week.
G and I saw the flick tonight. I thought it was pretty good stuff. Gene Hackman is always good. I thought it was interesting and fun, though I keep wondering what it was actually about. Haven't quite figured that out -- what the film is really saying. Maybe it'll be clearer on a second viewing. Or, maybe it won't.
Anyway. Time to let the dog out and get to bed. We've to get up early to attend a remembrance service for my good pal D's late father, who died before Christmas. A good guy, he was. My last memory of him is sitting in front of me at a Cubs night game in Wrigley, laughing as I made fun of Edgar Renteria. McGriff's first game as a Cub last year, I think. You kind of had to be there. Quite a charged-up atmosphere that night, "playoff atmosphere" you might say -- this is before the Cubs imploded later in the season. Well, it's a good memory to have as your last of somebody -- an image of them laughing and having a good time doing something they truly love.
Yawn. OK. Enough webbing for the day. Good night, or good morning.
2:31 AM
1.11.2002
Well, today has been somewhat productive. Awoke very late and worked on my new website for a bit, then chatted with the HR person for a company I am really excited about possibly working for. We'll know for sure after my final interview on Monday, and then the details will be shared with all. Ate a late lunch of a tuna salad and bacon sandwich and a Coke, then did a little more web page work. Now I am going to tidy the house and play guitar for a bit, and then fix dinner for G & me to eat as soon as she gets home, because we'll be shooting up to Evanston to see The Royal Tenenbaums. I never watched all of Rushmore, by the same director, Wes Anderson -- we started watching it with G's folks and sisters one holiday visit but nobody got into it. Every single person whose opinion on films I respect loves that picture, so we are going to give it a second chance -- and on the strength of those recommendations and our enjoyment of Gene Hackman and Ben Stiller, we're going to the flick tonight. Could be a good weekend for movies; there's a Hitchcock retrospective at the Gene Siskel Film Center all month, and Apocalypse Now Redux is showing at University of Chicago Doc Films, someplace I've always wanted to go, and just might on Sunday afternoon.
4:53 PM
Ir's hard to believe it's been almost a year since my last entry in this diary. I suppose I haven't felt much like posting anything; for G and I, as for most Americans I know, 2001 was a difficult year -- not a year I will look back on, to paraprase the Queen speaking of her "annus horribilus," with unidluted enthusiasm.
On the upside, one of my favorite aphorisms from Guitar Craft is, "turn a disadvantage into an advantage," and, taking this to heart, in the last few months of the year, I began seriously reflecting on some long-term goals . . . and made some decisions which are exciting and promising. About which, more to follow.
12:40 PM
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