Survivor Journals
Bob of If I Die Before I Wake
has invited nine journallers to participate in a Cyber
Survivor Adventure.
Every couple of weeks, the
group will be issued a "challenge entry". The
site will post a excerpt from the challenge entries, as
well as the link to the complete entry found on the
journaller's own journal site.
After the challenge entry is posted, the nine journallers
will vote one of the writers off the site.
The "ousted" journaller will actually remain on
the site, but rather than posting further challenge
entries, they will act as a judge and commentator.
The first challenge entry has been issued, and can be
found at the Survivor Journal website. The actual entries
should be completed by
October 1, 2000.
Please take the time to visit, especially once the
challenge entries are posted. There is a message board to
post your thoughts/comments and also a instant poll where
visitors can vote for who they would want to see kicked
off the site.
The reasons behind Survivor Journals are simple.
1. To try something new.
2. Increase the interaction of the journal community.
3. The challenge.
4. Increased exposure to all journals involved.
So take a look around, explore all the journals involved.
If you would like to take part in Survivor Journals, Year
Two (around Nov/Dec 2000), let Bob know!
Diet Week #12
Goal :
lose 100 lbs.
Immediate goal:
the next 10 lbs.
Lost to date:
18 lbs
this number updates
on Tuesdays --
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SNIPPETS
October 13, 2000
It’s after 1 a.m. and this is going to be a dumb entry. No real reason for it except I’m just not inspired today. Today was a veg-out day for Steve and me after our two days on the Stanford campus (I posted 50 photos tonight to Club Photo, if you’d like to check ‘em out). We sat at our respective computers, with just a wall between us (he was in the family room; I was in my office), sending Instant Messages and brief e-mails to each other. Pretty weird.
In the afternoon we went over to Ned & Marta’s house and Steve bonded with the pugs and talked religion, God, and politics with Ned. They finally got into music and decided they wanted to “jam,” but since Ned doesn’t have a piano, we packed his guitar up and all returned here.
The two of them sat in the living room going over songs to decide which to record on Saturday, when they will go into Timbertrout Recording Studio. I love listening to Ned in the creative process like that. He has had so much recording experience, as well as music-arranging experience, that it’s fun watching him hold forth as an equal to Steve and watching the two of them together come up with music changes that seem to work.
I keep forgetting my kid is no kid.
Last night I was shopping at the supermarket at 2:30 a.m. AFter about midnight, the store cuts the Muzak and turns on a local radio station. The station happened to be Sacramento’s 93.7, “The Arrow,” for which Ned is the morning show producer. In addition to being the producer of the morning show, he is also the night DJ, recording the show in the morning and just letting it run at night. But it gives him the opportunity to offer comment on current events and other things. (Tonight he’s taking on Wednesdays’ presidential debate). But it’s a weird feeling walking around a huge supermarket and hearing your son’s voice being played all over the place!
Steve turned on the Thursday night lineup of TV shows, all checking in for their premier episodes. Unfortunately I slept through a couple, but did wake up in time to watch ER, which I’m always upset to miss. It gave me something to do while I was doing Steve’s laundry.
Why do I always seem to end up folding gay men’s underwear? I got real good at it the weeks I lived with Mike and Bill, before Bill’s death. I just fell right back in the same patterns when Steve handed me his laundry tonight (in fairness, he didn’t just hand it to me; I asked for it.)
Now there’s a topic for an exposé by someone: “Laundry secrets of the rich and famous.” (Of course neither Steve nor Mike qualify for “rich and/or famous,” but still think what the laundries of the world could tell us...
There will be bodies dropping all over the country when they read that after Steve’s laundry came out of the dryer, I ironed a shirt for him. Yes...it’s true. It’s my dirty rotten little secret. I can iron; I just don’t iron. But I noticed that this shirt had a rumpled look to it when we were at Stanford, so I just smoothed that out a bit. I don’t expect to make a habit of ironing in the future.
Well, I just actually nodded off while writing this, it’s so dull even for me. So I’m going to put us all out of our misery and just post this and go to bed.
G’nite, all....
"Is that all you're going to write?"
Yes, Steve...that's all I could think of to write..
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"Is that all you're going to write?"
Yes, Steve...that's all I could think of to write..
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