Tuesday, July 05, 2005

For the love of Godot, the vlog project (and that IS pronounced PRö-JECT, fercrissakes) is fraught with one tech/geek complication or fiasco after another. Not to inundate You with all sorts of miasmic lingua geeka but Yours Truly not having the slammin'est v. of Final Cut means no simple exporting to compressor to make all the pixel molecules all tight and slow and tiny so that any Tom, Dick, Harry, Evelyn can watch the goddamned digvids I pump out for grad school explorations and such at the click of a button. Deepest sigh. Onwards.
I have the URL anyhow, if that is any consolation to YT, and, really, it is nice to feel there's a launch (or crash) pad of sorts but then. Where are the goods.
www.njpdigvid.blogspot.com
When You arrive there just might be virtual orange safety cones, a flagman, some smoke, maybe a little bright flame, some confusion. Under construction, if you will.
Next week is the week slated that I am to have a happy reunion with my camp friend Elba Rosa Cruz whom I have not seen in a long while. Who I shared many et al and hi-jinxed moments deep in the dense woods of Maine.
And this is a public query for JW,Esq. who may or may not be in this neck of the woods. It is now or soon and this space following is to say Call, don't be a stranger, see you on a nearby barstool, etc.
Got a fabulosic phonecall today from a politico's right hand inquiring if I'd like to in fact work again with an AD from NYC who I hit it off with, was it okay to pass along the number. Umm, yup.
There were several who bemoaned the fact that YT did not have an annual hoopla rich in pyros for the wack holiday that happened yesterday.
Mark these words:
Once the grad school experiment (lovingly heretofor ref'd as the GSE) is kapoof things will be changing dramatically. And I do mean drama, a return to Perfect basics, sans the financial cloud of tuition, travel, books, pencil expenses, what am I forgetting.
Dramatical.
As the colleague says, Can't wait for the old NJP to resurface.
She's swimming back to the shores of what is lovingly sometimes referred to as non-GSE reality.

GSE Love.
Sure, yes.

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