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June 3rd, 2000
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In Venice, Not
I'm writing this on a fast and very large hard drive using the Windows 2000 operating system. I have been reloading software and trying to remember where I put the serial numbers (pasted on the inside cover of some manuals, not pasted on the inside cover of others). What sort of person spends all this money on software and then loses the serial numbers? My sort, sir. My sort. I'm pretty sure my film scanner doesn't have a Windows 2000 driver, it was nip and tuck just getting it to work with NT, but I'll check with Nikon on Monday. It is, of course, a discontinued model. No reason to write a new driver. No driver and I get rid of Windows 2000. Damn Microsoft. Mumble.
I can write this because I've loaded Homesite and managed to download a couple of journal pages from my web site, but I'm not sure what I'm going to do for graphics. Well, I do. I have some photos I scanned earlier that I wasn't planning on running because they either needed more work in Photoshop (after re-scanning with the scanner that can no longer talk with the operating system) or I thought they were marginal. The lady below is out of focus, for example. It is a beautiful day outside, but I've spent the morning at the office and I'm spending this afternoon at home with my computer. Which is OK. I spent last weekend shooting pictures. I need to hibernate this weekend. And a scanner driver for Windows 2000. Mumble.
I missed Nancy's party Thursday night. I'd bought a plane ticket and made reservations near the beach in Venice, but the gods conspired to make Friday the final not to be extended deadline for the Office 2000 roll out. There was no way in hell I could spend Thursday through Saturday in LA so I ate the plane tickets. I do like deviled eggs, Nancy, honest, and I would have been there, but some things are not meant to be. I was looking forward to meeting Viv and seeing Steve and Chuck again. I particularly wanted to meet Viv, as she was the one who invited me down in the first place. Mumble.
Since I was now going to be in Oakland instead of Venice, I scheduled a haircut for Friday, and Marie, a
woman who is into photography and cuts my hair in a shop next to the office, thought out loud as she was cutting "had I ever been to LA? You should really go down to Venice and shoot pictures along the boardwalk. She'd been down there recently and it was great!" Odd. On the day I was to have been in Venice shooting along the boardwalk - party Thursday night, shoot Venice Friday, fly back later Saturday morning - someone suggests that I go to Venice to shoot pictures. I make no cosmic correlations, you understand. Just odd. Here I am in Oakland, another weekend, the project I've been working on for the last three months has now put its rubber to the road (reputations will be made or lost depending on whether or not all those security settings work) and the space time continuum seems to be intact. Beth gave me a pretty sour look when I told the world I wasn't heading for LA at work on Wednesday, though. I believe she's joined the "for Christ's sakes, Prop, get a life" contingent. I am still holding out. Mumble.
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The banner photograph was taken walking on the way to work recently one morning, and the out of focus lady was taken at the San Francisco Carnival.
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