Saturday, December 29, 2001
DREAM
Dream last night is really hard to explain. I dreamt I was talking on the phone to a friend from about a decade ago that Stan and I have lost track of. For some reason, she did a video production for me. She was telling me about it, and she said that it sort of makes fun of me because I'm really rigid (?!?). I watched the video, and I can't remember what it was about, but I do remember that it gave me the impression that it was making fun of me being really anal and having things just so and being on time and everything...everyone knows this is not true...I'm more messy and laid back and late too often. It was more like the video was about my dad or someone else. I was still on the phone with her and said "%*#@ you," (her name), %*#@ you." I think she realized I was just kidding, but I was mostly serious...it really pissed me off.
Posted by Ann @ 10:49 AM CST ..::Link::..
Friday, December 28, 2001
DREAM
I forgot most of my dreams. I remember that something I dreamt made me wake up crying. I also remember something else involving me talking intellectually on a talk show about Kurt Vonnegut. And unfortunately, the dream I do remember was me making out with a young college age guy who was a self-confident young jerk. I was trying to tell him it was his jerky attitude which was why women didn't like him. It was disgusting.
Posted by Ann @ 09:17 AM CST ..::Link::..
Thursday, December 27, 2001
DREAM
Most disturbing dream, again, with the same food theme as last night, as in, there not being enough for me.
I was at Tim's parent's house, except there was no one there that I recognized. Tim wasn't there, nor his parents. Stan wasn't with me either. I think there was this older nun woman, probably someone I invented who thought would fit in with Tim's relatives. There was also this woman about my age who I was helping move these weird foam mats up from a basement to outside. I was looking at an architectural rendering of their house layout. It was almost as if I could see the house in a miniature bird's eye view looking at the map, except I knew I was looking at a document because of the writing on it. Much of the house looked like how I remember it, at least the parts of the house I have seen, which is just the back entry way, the kitchen, and the bathroom. But there was this massive living area and bedroom area on the first floor. The master bedroom was named the "senior area." There was also a parlor, separate from the living room. And there was another long-shaped area called "viewing area" which I assumed was funerary in nature. It was also done up in very dark wood trim, to add to the Victorian funeral house quality of it. Then it was time to eat. The people who were there all sat down at a long dining room table. I then realized that there was a black maid serving us. She seemed like something out of the early 60s, not contemporary at all. I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to be a maid, that she could do other things instead, but then I realized I didn't exactly have a lot of career advancement opportunities in my own life, so I decided to not say anything. I did not feel good about the fact that I was being served by a minority person, white guilt, perhaps. She was preparing a large bowl of food consisting of sliced tomatoes, mixed vegetables, and thinly sliced ham for us to pass around. She gave us bowls with some of the food on it already, but I didn't want the tomatoes because they didn't seem ripe, so I took them off my plate or something. The other people at the table and the maid viewed me strangely for doing that, like I was committing a faux pas by not eating unripe tomatoes. Then when I picked up the large bowl of food that I was supposed to pass around, there wasn't any left except for about a teaspoon each of the mixed vegetables and some other food...don't know what. I thought this odd, because the large bowl of food had started with me and I hadn't started to pass it around, but it seemed everyone else had enough food again, except for me. All I had was a couple teaspoons of food. I wanted to ask the maid if I could have some more, but I thought that wasn't right of me to do so. Then I woke up with a very large scream/jolt.
I could offer an interpretation of this dream and last in regard to the food theme, but I think it is rather obvious and transparent.
Posted by Ann @ 09:55 AM CST ..::Link::..
Wednesday, December 26, 2001
DREAMS
I went to a cafeteria with another person or several people...don't know who. It wasn't a cafeteria line, but more just an area where you went up to get some food. By the time we got there, much of the food had already been picked over. And when I would make myself a plate of food (sort of art opening style) and put it down to get more food, the original plate was gone. I was complaining because I had paid to eat, but there was no food to eat. The people I was with were satisfied with their food, but that was because they *had* food and I didn't. I kept my eye on the serving area, and noticed that they got small cakes in, so I went up there and grabbed myself a cake (a small, round bundt cake type thing), shoving other people out of the way. The people I was with moved to another table, like they didn't want to be around me. I wanted more than cake as I knew that wasn't a substantial meal. I was implying to the people I was with that they should share some of their food with me since they were fortunate to get some, but they ignored me. Then I remember looking out the window of my living room. It was night, and there was a group of high school girls walking down the street huddled together. A couple of them had shaved heads and although it was cold outside, they were dressed in gym clothes. They looked like Connie Cone as played by Larraine Newmann from the old SNL Coneheads, sans the pointed crown. I noticed they were carrying something, like an animal. It appeared to be fluttering, like it was an injured bird, but as I looked closer I could see they had a tabby cat. It appeared to be injured, like maybe it got hit by a car. It looked like Caligula. I got worried that it *WAS* Caligula, so I went into the bedroom and fortunately saw Caligula there on the bed. Then I was in a room with some interviewer guy and he was interviewing Madonna. The interview was at the end and he said something to her like "I understand your ideas and what you are trying to do. I think you're a very intelligent woman." She thanked him. I wanted to tell her that I don't necessarily understand her ideas and that's not because I'm not intelligent, but perhaps her ideas are rather trite, but I woke up before I got to tell her that.
Posted by Ann @ 09:51 AM CST ..::Link::..
Tuesday, December 25, 2001
DREAM - Hanggliding Hangover
Oh good grief. I just remembered my dream! And here I thought I didn't dream because I had too much to drink. Now I think that because I had too much to drink, I had this awful dream! Well, it wasn't awful as far as being a nightmare...it was just awfully sick and absurd. I dreamt I was watching TV...something stupid like MTV or something, and they were showing these guys who were sort of hanggliding (naked), but they had a weird contraption that they made themselves, which involved...ahem...locomoting the hanggliding device via...(more clearing of throat)...propellors on their...cough...you get the picture. I was really surprised that they were showing this on TV, especially since although they tried to block out the "propelled" body part in question, sometimes it did show. It also showed more of the contraption that went between their legs (sort of as a seat or support) and had part of it hooked up to their butt with some sort of filter device...pollution control I guess. What a silly dream.
I also dreamt about old fashioned electric typewriters.
Somehow, I think there's sort of a "Naked Lunch" theme in all of this.
Posted by Ann @ 11:38 AM CST ..::Link::..
Hangover, or "it's taking a really long time to type this out!"
Had several gin and tonics with Stan last night. He makes them strong. I had three, but if I were to measure them in terms of restaurant/bar G&Ts, I think I had six. Oi. He had to go to work today, and just as I was thinking I'm glad I don't have to *go* to work today, I get a big order in for CDs (yea!) which means I have to process an order today so I can ship them out tomorrow, which is pretty much not too hard to do, except when you have a hangover. Wow, it's been ages since I've had a hangover. We had too much fun last night, and with all good parties no matter how small, a soundtrack is in order. Since the topic of our conversation was decidedly political (or politically correct, what have you), the soundtrack was one of our own Weird Al Yankovicification/Mark Russellization. The two songs were "America" from West Side Story and David Bowie's "John, I'm Only Dancing." The latter we made into "John Ashcroft, I'm Only Dancing" in our bafflement of a man who is against dancing for religious purposes, yet he is responsible helping lead a war against the Taliban, who is also against dancing for religious purposes. The irony! Stan and I don't dance just because we dance like Elaine Benes from Seinfeld...yikes...certainly NOT for religious reasons! "America" we changed the lyrics to such silliness like "I want to shop at the Mall of Amer-i-ca, I want to go broke at the Mall of Amer-i-ca, I want to get #%$@&ed at the Mall of Amer-i-ca, I'll be patriotic at the Mall of Amer-i-ca." Well, you get the picture.
I owe a couple people emails...sorry I haven't gotten to you...I'll respond when I can think better. Off to burn a bunch of graphic CDs...
Posted by Ann @ 09:27 AM CST ..::Link::..
Monday, December 24, 2001
DREAM
I was at my home, but my parents were there. I was sitting on the couch with the blanket over me because it was winter...Stan was on the loveseat with a blanket too...I think my mom was sitting next to him, but it was like she was in my bedroom near the large plant stand too...weird. The doorbell rang and my dad went to get it. He was at the door a fairly long time and when he came back to the living room, he pointed at me, meaning there was someone at the door for me. I asked him who it was and he looked over in the direction of the hallway, and I realized he had let the person inside the house! I think I glanced over at Stan with a "this is weird" kind of expression. Plato was under the blanket with me, keeping warm and for some reason he hadn't heard the doorbell ring (odd for Plato) but then the person, a young geeky guy (glasses, straight dark hair, not styled well, early 20s) came into our living room and looked at me and asked me if I was Ann and that he had seen my website. I have no idea what he wanted or how he found my house, but then Plato became aware of the presence of the stranger and got up and started to attack him. I pulled Plato away, and the guy went over to Stan and my mom and I was trying to explain to him to not pet Plato until he's gotten to know him, then my mom was holding Plato, but she was acting a bit scared as Plato was trying to nip at this guy. I was so mad that he was such an idiot to keep trying to pet a dog that was trying to nip him, and mad that my dad let this fool in. I think I woke up with a start.
Posted by Ann @ 09:18 AM CST ..::Link::..
Sunday, December 23, 2001
Curmudgeon Rant
This is the problem with geek culture. I was looking through Dynamic Drive the other night and found this script. Wow, make a gradient bar without using any graphics. Oh no, you don't want to use GRAPHICS. Graphics take a long time to download (it's really funny to hear a geek bitch and moan about graphics loading when they'll turn around and brag about their fast broadband connection! Thank goodness I don't need to go to any holiday parties with geeks in attendance this year). If at all possible, do it with a SCRIPT! OK, I tried out the script. It's approximately 2378 bytes. A GIF graphic gradient with 70 colors (because the gradient is 350 pixels long and the colors change every 5 pixels...read the info on the script) the same dimensions (350x20) is 2475, roughly the same size. A jpeg at good quality ("50," for those of you using Photoshop) is 694 bytes! And with a graphic, you don't even need to make it 20 pixels high...you can make it 10 pixels high and let it tile (if it's a table fill), reducing the size even further. Oh no, graphics take longer to load. My butt. And who wants to mess with reconfiguring that script each time you need a new gradient while you can just whip open an image editing program, select a two-color gradient, and wham...there's your gradient. I mean, have people become so enamoured of the concept of coding that they've lost all common sense? Do they feel a graphic is contaminating to their all geek, all the time, 100% nerd self-image? Ewww...you'll get artist cooties!
script 2378 bytes (oh, I forgot...you won't even SEE this if you're using Netscape)
350x20 gif image 2475 bytes
350x20 jpeg image 694 bytes
350x10 gif image 1633 bytes
350x20 jpeg image 590 bytes
Not to pick on geeks, I definitely get the *opposite* sense from non-digital visual artists when they find out that I'm involved in digital art (to be specific without being too specific...this has basically been a Madison phenomenon), like I'm not a REAL artist because I create on a computer as well.
Baaah. People.
Posted by Ann @ 02:15 PM CST ..::Link::..
Sisters and Brothers
No, I don't like "Satellite Sisters." I think it is very non-NPR-ish. NPR has a generally soothing quality to it, which is why I find it easy to sleep to (I'm not saying that as an insult, but as a compliment). Come to think of it, I'm not sure if SS is an actual NPR show, or American Public Radio, or what, but it is some sort of publically supported/funded program that our AM dial version of Wisconsin Public Radio carries on Sunday morning at 7 o'clock. It's a dreadful thing to wake up to if you like a soothing wake up in the mornings. Imagine a slumber party with Oprah and Martha Stewart and a bunch of their crafty friends, all trying to say something at once, like a bad holiday family reunion with the women folk chattering in the kitchen. That's what it's like for me. Girl talk. Mindless chatter. Ick. I'd rather be one of the brain dead drunken men vedging in front of the boob tube watching football if I had to make a choice. I hope no one pledges during it.
Of course, Car Talk with Click and Clack isn't exactly soothing either, but they're damn funny. I guess Satellite Sisters grabs my groin in the way certain new car snobs and NPR purists hate the Magliozzi Brothers. I'd love to see a parody NPR fighting match-up between the Magliozzi Bros. and the Dolan Sisters. But the question is...considering the topic is public radio broadcasting, would that be lowbrow or highbrow humour?
Posted by Ann @ 09:27 AM CST ..::Link::..
DREAMS
I think it best not to use these Calms very soon again, if at all. I took one before going to bed last night because I seemed jittery...maybe too much caffeine during the day who knows. Instead of knocking me out for a good night's sleep like a week before, I felt like I couldn't sleep at all. And I had very weird dreams later in the morning. The case of the reverse drug reactions strikes again. Now you know why Ann doesn't do drugs. My luck...heroin would probably make me attentive and sharp and accomplish a lot. Of course I'll never know...
The dreams last night/early this morning combined with the radio (radio helps me sleep). I was listening to the BBC so in the first part of the dream everyone was speaking with English accents. I was walking down a strange spiral staircase. The very weird steps were deep and round, and there wasn't much of a handrail to hold onto. If one were to fall, one would fall through the inner part of the step, so one had to step on the perimeter of the step, but not outside of the step, because one would fall through too. Everyone was going up and down normally except for me...I was having problems, so I decided to go back up, and not go to wherever I was going to. Then I was in a classroom with an eclectic bunch of people. I don't know what it was about, but they were discussing different cultures around the world. Then the woman who was teaching had to leave the room, so she handed her teaching duties off to a young woman who was college age. The young woman didn't want to teach because she said she was only 19 and unexperienced. Then she in turn handed the duties off to me, but I didn't know what to say because I hadn't travelled to other lands and had nothing to speak about...I was there to learn, not to teach. I tried to re-hand the duties back to her and she kept using her age as an excuse not to teach. Then I finally accepted the duty, but I told everyone I wasn't going to say anything because I had nothing to say and anyone else could take over if they wished. I think I woke up with a start after that dream...not sure. Then I dreamt that I had to get something out of my neighbor's garage...like plant potting stuff or something. She looked at me strangely and I told her I'd be out of her hair in a minute, I just had to grab these supplies. I was going to repot a plant right there, but the entrance to the garage was at a strange triangular incline, so I took it over to my yard to work on it. Then I remember being with some people trying to answer illustrated test questions regarding rock stars (no one real...) inside a little mini comic book thing. Around this time, I think, IRL the radio had that awfully hideous show "Satellite Sisters" on (imagine being woken up by a roomful of harpies) so I switched it over to NPR's Weekend Edition on the FM dial. I think this was not contributing well to my restful sleep either, perhaps aiding in my nightmares. I think while it was on Weekend Edition, they announced Mayor Guilianni getting Time's Man of the Year. I had discussed this IRL with Stan the other day and said they should give it to him instead of bin Laden. So when they said that on the radio, I dreamt I was saying to some other people: "Yea! They finally listened to me!"
Posted by Ann @ 09:03 AM CST ..::Link::..
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