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Swing Fever
Wednesday, July 22, 1998 Have I mentioned that I bought two Bill Elliot CDs last Wednesday? Looking back, I see I didn't. I saw the band perform on July 10 and enjoyed them a lot. I was already familiar with some of his songs that are commonly played around here, but I've been playing the CDs almost every day since, and truly digging all of the great stuff on them! I worked on a new demo yesterday, which I hope was used in a review of our product by "very highly placed" people at work, this afternoon. It was a variation on a demo already written by our group leader. I tweaked it to show how the same code could look very different, say, in a web application intended for children or teens. Fun! This fit right in with the kind of web designing I like to do. Well, the new mailing list I joined on Monday immediately broke out in a religion-based flame spat last night. I tried to soothe things as is my policy, by starting a new thread. The list owner apparently takes such disputes very seriously, though! He issued an apology to the person who started the trouble (by saying that someone who engaged in sex and found that it helped her self-esteem was doing wrong, since "The bible clearly states..."). Actually she was treated pretty mildly, but even such discussion as took place was apparently against list policy. Says the list owner: "I decide what is on-topic and what is off-topic, and from the beginning, there has been a policy that no subject is off-topic as long as it is discussed in a respectful manner." So he set the list to fully-moderated. Ah, well! I'll see if the content or people make the list worthwhile.
I had lunch with my former manager, Val, today. We went to Desert Fire which is just across the courtyard from Claim Jumper where Jack and I ate last Friday. In the car on the way over, she revealed that she is pregnant, with the baby due in November! I think I had some inkling of this. Someone had said something (at the book club meeting? at work?) that made me think of it as a possibility. Talking with her (and mail from a former coworker a few days ago) made me feel that I'm in a rut at work. I need to grab some new challenges on my present team, or move somewhere new. But I really hate changing things!
It's rather warm tonight! I'm writing now before going to dance class and dancing afterwards, and I'm sitting here just in bra and shorts with the fan blowing on me. I haven't yet got out the spray bottle of water, though, which I have done in the hottest times around here. Even the worst times in Seattle don't compare with the South and East heat and humidity I suffered through growing up. Air conditioning wasn't that common, then, and my parents didn't choose to install it. I'm trying to get a jump on next month's design by starting to play with fonts. I also committed myself to producing the paper version of the Cacophony newsletter for August, at the meeting last night.
The dance tonight was lightly attended. It took us a while to realize why: the Showbox downtown was having the year anniversary party of "Pomade," their weekly rockabilly evening. But I had a good time anyway. The physical exercise and music really lightens my mood, even if I'm feeling sad or irked over something.
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