Day 24: Under an Obama Presidency, No One Will Steal My Lunch From the Breakroom Fridge Anymore
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Day 4: The Morgue
Where the dead trees go to rest. Tonight some co-workers regaled me with tales of some of the crazier CA shenanigans over the years. Tales of open gunfire out front on Union Avenue translating into people inside (there are huge glass windows fronting our building) hitting the deck and hiding under their desks. Tales of a crazy man who lived on the fifth floor without anyone noticing for … weeks? Tales of another crazy man…
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Papercraft-tastic
It took me a few hours, but I’ve finally completed my papercraft Newsbot. I’m calling him Bojanklesbot because he’s held together rather jankily with packing tape (like everything else in my apartment) and he looks like the kind of robot who might be voted off the island kinda early, if you know what I mean. Anyway, it’s a really cool project spearheaded by my pal Shane, illustrator extraordinaire for The CA. The advent calendar from…
it's true — I'm crazy work
Just another Saturday at work
3-something p.m.: I notice that the analog clock on the wall near the design desk is way behind (or ahead, I guess). It reads 9-something. 5 p.m.: The clock begins making a pained humming noise, as if its insides are revving up out of madness. I give the clock a mean sideways glance and say, “That is gonna have to stop or I am going to find somewhere else to work.” I continue giving the…
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Surreal, day two
My friend Coco provides some narration for the scene out in front of our office at roughly 3 p.m. Thursday (day two of Mission: Everyone Suddenly Wants Newspapers): ‘Milk it while we got it’ from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Last night the TV news (I forget which station) broadcast live out front at 10, and the story was about how the paper was the hottest-selling item in town. So, so weird.
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Today
I’m so excited/nervous/barfy/worried about how today is going to unfold. I have my hunches and my hopes, but we all know those don’t amount to a hill of vomit-flavored jelly beans. I remember being so full of hope in 2004 and then feeling all that slip away like sand in my fingers. Dirty, stinking, fickle sand that I clearly never had a grasp on anyway. Waking up and knowing Bush had managed to pull it…
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O GOD I’M DYING
So last week sucked on toast and, consequently, I busted up into this week with some sort of deluded optimism, thinking it would be better just by virtue of being new. Hoo boy. Ain’t that cute? Granted, I have been more or less in better spirits overall, but it’s still been a fucking trying week, what with the project from hell going apeshit and imploding on me, requiring a from-the-ground-up rebuild, among other things. (Seriously,…
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