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Tuesday
I did muster enough Christmas 'spirit' (a few milliliters, heh) to create my annual original Xmas cards (which I mailed on time, thank you very much). Created on my Mac with Illustrator 10, I offer it herewith. (Somehow, my Wacom drawing tablet likes my Mac better than the PC. I dunno.) A bit of catching up: The end of October I started teaching Dreamweaver to faculty and staff of the San Diego Community College District (this includes San Diego City College, Mesa College and Miramar College). I had seven 'students' for my last class. Woo-woo! Got a bit of stage fright, but I received good marks (students have to complete an evaluation form after the class). The class/lab is located in a brand new building (Learning Resource Center) and is outfitted with new PCs and Mac G4s. Instructors get to demo the lessons on a new TiBook. MUHHAAAHHAAA! ____________________________________________________ Alas, Hope is gone. One of my favorite web journals, Hope With No Pay, has been retired. Emily Smith won a Diarist Award for Best Experimental Journal this year -- about time, I says! Yep, after four years of web existance, Em was finally recognized for her effort and duly awarded. A bit too late, methinks. Read the History of Hope to get a very funny capsulated version of the past four years. Thankfully, Em's photography weblog will continue. Visit and bookmark the site. Now. ____________________________________________________
I guess this must be an accessibility feature for the visually impaired. It's pretty cool. If anyone knows whether or not this can be done in Windows, please let me know. ____________________________________________________ And, no, I haven't been writing. I think I've added only a paragraph to Mind Diver in the last month. Pitiful, I know. It's a combination of financial/work distractions and that I've come to a pivotable scene in the novel. I'm still having trouble beating back my Inner Critic whilst writing the rough draft. It's become almost obsessive compulsive behavior to edit, edit, edit. Someone once wrote that a writer must (and I'm paraphrasing) "vomit the words and clean the mess later." Well, I seem to be cleaning as I puke. Oh, that's a pretty picture. Sorry. In the meantime, one of my co-writer friends is supposed to be working on the detailed chapter-by-chapter synopsis of an alternative history novel. He's hoping to have it ready for me after the first of the year. Yep. I'll be writing the narrative. Believe it or not, I do very well when someone else has worked out all the plot details for me. Hey, maybe this journal will turn into a writing log after all. Weirder things have happened.
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