Pay no mind to the TV and stuffed animal in the foreground… Someone else’s work.

The type on the wall is a version of the Paulette script ribbon type

Girl #1 (stopping at the top of the stairs): You guys, what’s the point of all this?

Girl #2 (who has continued all the way down): Lisa, don’t you want to make Varsity?

This is from last semester, but I just finally got it to the person it was made for, so here it is on the site now.

Let’s see, how’d this dream start out again?

First, I was in New York City. I was in a boat going north and checking out the city. I thought it was really nice because the upper portion of the city looked a lot like Venice. I thought it would be nice if we got a boat and lived in this area and we could just float around. It’d be sweet. But I was on this larger ship and we were off to somewhere.

And somehow I ended up on the sidewalk. But I wasn’t walking, I was swimming. I would do the freestyle and pull myself along the sidewalk. There were a bunch of us doing this, almost racing. You could hit your hand down really quickly and firmly to cut a hole in the sidewalk to pull yourself forward with. It was as if there was a thin bookboard covering the water underneath. I tried really hard to go faster. I wanted to get a good workout, not just get to where I was going. And I thought it would be fun to beat everyon else to wherever it was we were going. And we got to a street corner and we had to wait. When the light turned green I started to walk across. Some woman stopped me and said I couldn’t cross yet. So, we waited and then this large square of the road sunk down and opened up a room while a thin strip sunk down and water flowed into it, creating a path to us.

So, now we were in this little room. The main woman (who had told me to stay put on the sidewalk) then took a golf ball and hit it at the wall and tried to get it into this hole in the ground. She missed and it settled on the floor that was made up of wet, black beach rocks. Then another guy got up and said some things under his breath as he pointed and moved towards parts of the wall. He hit the golf ball and missed as well. Then I got up to shoot. The woman told me that I wanted to find the knot in the wood wall, travel down to the split in the wood, and over to the circle. That is where I wanted to aim the ball for the best chance at getting it into the hole. I looked at the hole, and hit the golf ball towards it. It missed and went rolling oddly away down the slope almost back to where I started. She got all attitude about me not listening, but I told her I had to experience the wrong thing for myself. Then the other people got up to do their shots. But the rest of them had empty tuna cans, and were preparing to try and hit those into the hole (which seemed to be the size of a tuna can). And I could see a couple people had a dozen or so and felt guilty about the possibility of taking up so much time with all their cans. At some point I kicked an unopened tuna can into the hole. It said ‘Ang Lee’ on the side of it. The woman quickly grabbed it out, and scowled at me.

[I can quickly contribute that Ang Lee is officially my Oscar pick for Best Director after having this dream. Apparently the woman was mad at me for revealing this information. But I digress.]

Somehow we all shifted in one of those nice dream-state time/space warps into a much larger room, a rec center of sorts, and had just finished playing soccer or something. So, we were all sitting around the edge of the gym. We were going to be leaving, but had to meet with someone, or do something before we could. I was with my girlfriend, but she went first and then they were going the opposite way around the room, so that I would be last. Then this woman started asking me questions like, “Tell me something about your life that sets you apart from the rest of the people wanting to be on the team.” And I thought, ‘Guess I should pull out the Antarctica card’. And said, “Well, the big one is that I spent 5 months in Antarctica as a janitor, and then 6 weeks backpacking around New Zealand and another couple weeks traveling around the western US.” And then said some other things about the importance of work in my life and how I currently go to Cranbrook and whatnot. She asked who I went with to the Ice and I pointed to my girlfriend and said her, but then realized that it wasn’t her, but my ex-girlfriend. Whoops. The woman was completely unimpressed by any of this and said that none of it pointed to me being a better team player for whatever sport we had just played. But she did see that I was severely competitive and that showed a lot of drive and determination. I just wanted to leave at this point.

And so we were finally getting ready to leave, but there was a storm on its way in, and my girlfriend and I had to fly (pilot) our respective light planes home. But I had never flown before, much less been in one. And so I was freaking out, and she was telling me it wouldn’t be a big deal. She was getting into her Volvo station wagon, and there was another guy in there, along with a ton of junk (as if moving). I was seriously worried. I did not know how to fly a plane. And I went back inside to see what the weather situation was like. The group of people were all huddled around a laptop talking about the weather and what it may or may not do. When I got over there though, on the screen were photos of boats that they were shopping for. I got all confused and went outside to complain about not knowing how to fly a plane…

Valentine’s Day cards are going out tomorrow morning… Hopefully you should receive yours on that special day…

I totally forgot to mention that Keetra and I did them together (mostly Keetra on design)

This is a list of links collected by my Intro to Interactive class. Flash sites that had some quality that caught their eye.

• yugop.com
• Don’t Click It
• Coca-Cola
• Curious Media
• Tokyo Plastic
• The War of Art
• Panic at the Disco
• The Polyphonic Spree
• So Fake
• RCA
• Nike Skateboarding
• Mail Order Chickens
• Hoogerbrugge
• Hi-Res
• I Heart Huckabees
• Days Away Music
• Leo Burnett
• 24-7 Media

Last night I remember parking the Echo in a lot. When I returned, there was a truck/camper parked next to the car. It was positioned so that the camper part stuck out into my parking spot, but behind the car so that it blocked the Echo in. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out. Maybe pull it forwards, then back and forth until I cleared the truck camper…

I got this Capital One padded (bubble wrap) envelope the other day. When I opened it, there were only papers inside. No fragile contents, nothing close in size to the 8″ x 10″ interior of the envelope, nothing with sharp corners. Nope, only papers. What a waste! I guess I can use it later to send a mixed CD to someone.