First day
This website sucks lately. It happens. I don’t know why — I mean, I wish it were good and all, but it’s not. That’s the depth of my uhh “insight” on the issue.
Yesterday I went downtown to meet the people at Tribune Media Services where I’ve got this quasi-consulting gig. Gotta say, it was pretty sweet. They’re in the Tribune Tower, which is not just a tall building, but a historic tall building. And it’s right there in the middle of downtown, so you’ve got wide-eyed Tom Sherman wandering around downtown pretending to be a “real employee,” but in actuality just being something between a student intern and a consultant. Oh well.
The people at TMS seem cool. I like the guy I’ll be directly working with, Dave, quite a bit. He seems very sharp, and I think we’re on the same page.
So what am I doing for them? Well, basically my job is to go through some of their sites with a fine-toothed comb and to recommend how they can improve them. It’s actually the kind of thing I’m pretty good at. I just hope they’re happy with my work.
Work aside, being in the city is.. hm.. awakening. I am not a city person. I am nervous in the city, so when I walk around, I channel all my energy into looking not-nervous. I put a blank stare on my face and act like I know exactly what the fuck I’m doing. Thing is, I usually don’t. Just yesterday, the way the Purple Line works during rush hour confused me. I don’t know if other people just pick up on this stuff faster than I do, but I do know that it doesn’t make them as nervous as it makes me.
But the city is not all bad. It’s awakening. It makes me think. It snapped me out of the lull that I seem to slip into far too much lately. And that’s sometimes I’m unhappy about, but lulls and disconnectedness and haziness — now that’s hard to pin down. Being nervous? That’s easier. So maybe I’ll go with that for a bit.
Hm. I drive home tomorrow. I don’t know that I “need” the break of Spring Break, but I would like to see my family. Hell, maybe I’ll even fix up this website — stranger things have happened. Well, enough.
A disturbing image
A disgusting, disturbing image haunts my mind. I dreamt it last night. I wonder where these images come from.
The image is of a shirtless, black basketball player on the court. (The tourney is coming up, which obviously influenced my dream.) His left arm is normal, but his right is… a strange stub. Below the shoulder it branches off into these disgusting, hose-like tentacles. It is some sort of defect. The arm… moves, pulses, each faceless tentacled mouth gasping. It has a life of its own. And he breathes through that mutant arm.
I have not been able to get it out of my head all day.