GriffJon.com = Journal : January '00

January 1 Resolutions

I've never been a big "New Year's Resolutions" fan. But on the drive to New Orleans, we had a round house of resolution-making in the car, where we made resolutions for each other. I was given a resolution to do something new once every two weeks. I can handle that. I try to do it more often, but this gives me a good reason and excuse to ensure it.

I also gave myself one. By year end, I will find a girlfriend. Lots of empty spaces in the planning for how to go about this, exactly, but it should be a long year. It's a leap year!
The stylistic and poetic thing here would be to say that there are empty spaces in my life as well; but I don't feel that way, I don't need to be 'completed', I'm not 'lacking' anything. Hell, were I lacking something I think that the extended single-status would've caused more serious problems.

I just want more, you see.

I'll get the full report on the Y2K trip to New Orleans up soon.

January 6 Still alive

After an insane week, I finally have a few hours of downtime between stuffs. This all started on Thursday, the 30th, when I left for my last-minute-change-of-plan-roadtrip, to New Orleans, for the New Year. In hindsight, it wasn't as stupid as it seemed, as New Orleans is more than used to dealing with lots of drunken party-people, but at the time it seemed a bit nutty. That is, compared with the alternative plan, which was to hunker down in a hydro-electric powered small hill country town.

I think I made the right decision. It was incredibly fun, and worth driving for the greater part of 2 days all said and done (I had the biggest car, you see...). My adventure was far, far too much to be distilled down into a journal entry, needless to say, but the short version is that me and 5 other friends had a bottle of champagne each and hit the town in grand style, and watched the ball drop in N.O. ... and then the fun began, we danced until 3 or 4, then had a meal (breakfasT? dinner?) at a little diner on Bourbon which I swear must have been approaching the fictional side of the street, as surreal and bizarre as it was. New Years Day Eve, after a day of sleeping in and wandering around the Fr. Quarter (With memorable quotes such as, "Oh, that's where that lady threw up on my shoes last night!"), we explored the mausoleums after sunset (a moving experience, especially inside the large crypts).

Then the week hit with full force--I drove into Austin sometime after 11PM on Sunday, and Monday morning began a long, very very busy week, between hanging out more with the New Orleans Trip gang, a friend who finally regained single status after two long, bad relationships, hanging out with other friends in town for a bit, watching Buena Vista Social Club, and making pizzza. This doesn't include, of course, the insanity that work has been--a fever pitch of press releases, new research, specifications and all else.

Tonight is Friday. I'm going to a party later on for a bit (until I can't last any longer), and then tomorrow I'm going to sleep the fuck in 'till like 1PM.

January 23 I'll never catch up.

So I was at the RSA 2000 conference last week. Very fun, very weird, the IBM Cryptographer's Gala was both fun and absolutely hilarious.

But I'm still behind from the new year--I'll never catch up at this rate. And I'm hosting a huge-ass party next week. I'll write more later; right now it's time to veg in front of the TV....

January 31 Mean people suck

I got a noise ordinance violation, at 11:45pm on a friday night, for a rather subdued, noise-wise, party. Mean people suck; I'm severely tempted to contest it.

I'm also trying not to let it get me down; the party, otherwise, was fun. Not enough people danced, but I danced with who I love to dance with (frankly, the person I dance by far best with) and that's all that really matters. I do wonder why I dance so well with this one girl; we recover from any oopses seamlessly, and we read each other, at least in dancing, with great ease. It must be some weird deep-set mental feeling of ease with her that I don't have with other people who are at least as skilled as she. Not that I'm complaining about dancing with other people. All dancing is good--it's just that dancing with this one person is best.

So after the cops gave me my $170 ticket, the general advice of my legal counsel was to drink lots more, which I did. Didn't manage to pass out, or, even, have much beyond general ickiness of feeling the next day, but I did get nice and tipsy. Never lost my little 'editorial demon' who sits in the back of my mind editing my actions never got quieted completely, but I got to the point where he couldn't argue very well ;)

The rest of the weekend was eventful, as well. Hung out with some old friends (including my favorite dance partner) a bit, then went to another friend's engagement party, then Sunday, superbowl party, of course. Not at my place, mind you--the noise nazi might get me again.

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It's a new year, but extensibly the same me. But hopefully I can work a few changes in y2k

...A new dawn

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