Tag Archives: 1993

Alone for 3 hours gives a chance to reflect

Got up and did [college radio] show at 9 – noon. Much nicer time than last term. Somehow, though, I just didn’t feel like doing the show this a.m.  —residue of my poor outlook of last week, I think.  I also needed to wake up earlier than 8:15, just so can get alert and into character by the time of the show.

Did homework for much of day — read many pages in Chaucer [this book, I think it was]. The nap I took in p.m. really helped me stay alert for reading in early eve. Called mom — she wasn’t home, so she called back when I was in study lounge. Then she called back at 9:30, when she said she would call at 9. I did some calc afterwards.

Short ideas —

– personal nature of radio show.  It’s me and the audience.  I choose the music, what I say, etc.  Alone for 3 hours gives a chance to reflect.

– technology -> nerds? Sure, there are weird people in humanities, but not so many anti-social nerds. Is there something about science/technology which creates nerds?

[Journal of Sun., 14 March 1993, written 20 March 1993]

People can’t be different than what they are, so don’t criticize them

I am going to try to write at least a half-hour per day to practice my writing, even if it’s just writing in the journal everyday.  And if I skip, I can’t make it up to keep from falling behind — I never will.

[My college-radio jazz] show went well today — I only talked 4 times.  I just didn’t feel a need to talk.  When I did, I sounded kinda silly, so I didn’t.  Had to let H. into office — that guy is a jerk.  He acts like he owns everything.

Had a great idea at lunch — people can’t be different than what they are, so don’t criticize them. There is specific series of events, in most all cases, which has shaped people’s personalities and even their appearance. And since I believe in only limited free will, people really can’t help the way they are.  Just a thought in the endless stream of consciousness. Thank god it’s endless.

Before nap, it was cloudy and cold. When I woke up from nap, it was sunny and warmer. Fooled around in p.m., looked at papers, messed with the Colombia catalog and got copies of my favorite artistes.  Went with Rob to Copper Country Mall, got fishing license and went to B. Dalton — found nothing interesting but a new edition of Tolkien trade paperbacks.

Sat down after dinner and wrote 5-page paper in response to my … paper I did last fall. It was really fun — the words just flowed from me.

Cleaned room and am going to work on story and finish it, so I can put it away for a few days.  I’m not really worried about homework at all tonight— I’m on a higher mission.  [From journal of Sun., 25 April 1993]

Sweat running down and grease rising up

First day at McDonald’s. Wow.

It would be neat to write a story contrasting my work the the Bulls’ final game: Sweaty, hot work. Both dragged on for hours. Clean up—leaving—like Mike’s press conference.

Interesting: greasy, slippery floor. Hot Steam. Greasy thick grill that burns fingers. Chip-meat that sounds and feels weird. Forehead-face mask of sweat running down and grease rising up. Pickle-smell, roar of chicken fats, odor of cheese factory. Heavy, musky-like scent of cooked meat after opening cabinet door.

Everything so hot, me very thirsty. Buns sticking to toaster, getting bent.

General feel of disorder—piled dishes, garbage, bread racks.

It seemed before that fast food was so sterile, orderly, channels for food.

Not at all—calls made all the time, constantly catching up, piles of dirty implements.

Greasy floor—can slide easily.

Me trying to work hard, impress managers. Sara offering free food and me taking just water. It’s funny—usually when you’re busy, time goes quicker, but I was busy and time still seemed slow.

Managers told me I did well, especially on a hectic first day. Talked to several people—Heather, Amy Bagle, Grand Canyon Dehydration Story Joel, who showed me toasting.

I’ve never worked this hard for money before.

I did grilling, toasting of buns, wrapping, Q-ing, even made a couple sandwiches and packed McNuggets.

Ribbon mayonnaise.

No time.

All work can make you cynical.

[13 June 1993, Sunday, 11:43 p.m. Journal 004, page 406-7]

Links: 1993, old Victorians, old Greeks, old Godard

1. A recap of the Digable Planet’s debut album from 20 years ago.

2. The AVClub also highlights other 1993 pop culture moments.

3. A recreation of ancient Greek music.

4. A gallery of Victorian street life in London.

5. Godard’s Contempt: “The coolest movie of all time.”

‘The Teachings of Mr. Hagemann,’ Volume 10

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