Station Identification

Had this fab conversation with Narelle. It’s always so good to hear from her, and the timing is almost always right on the button. She’s making some changes over in her corner of the world that strangely reflect the current shifts in my mental geography. I’m very fortunate to have someone so loving in my life. (Thanks.)
I sent off an email to Kristen this morning. While it was very kind of her to offer to promote my professional services to her company, I realize that I’d much rather just shoot the breeze and touch bases with an old friend. Having somehow considered the email far too carefully for my own comfort level, I included the URL for this site as ballast.
I’m getting a bit restless. Taking a few days off from my mental bouts always leads me to my next project. I’m not sure what it will be at this point. I’d like to play with the photography a little more. I’d like to experiment with directing a larger project. The work on the collage has led me to consider some higher scale graphic endeavors. And as I find myself contemplating the higher meaning of these artistic yearnings, I also find myself asking, “Who can I fuck with next?”
Oh, yeah, still no call from that agency about testing on Dreamweaver. Paula said that headquarters was sending the latest version, but it’s questionable if their current computers are capable of running the current version. (Unless their testing computers are from the Stone Age, I’m not really sure how this can be an issue.) I hope that something turns on this quickly. I’m very curious to see how I place.
I downloaded the Maya educational package last, but I still haven’t played with it. Between Maya and InDesign, I’ve got some real work to do. I’m going to be meeting with a friend to train her on Illustrator tomorrow, so my schedule is pretty much shot for the rest of this week. Maybe I’ll get back to it all next week.
In consideration of my priorities, I haven’t been socializing lately. My life is currently a maelstrom of code and scripture, attended by practioners and briefly occasioned by lesser epiphanies. I am tethered to the moment; not feeling adrift. I’m laying low for a while and awaiting what comes.