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5/12/02 Obviously, some consultant/customer relations

5/12/02

Obviously, some consultant/customer relations guru got his hooks into Verizon online, because they started offering free stuff to people who signed up for their unresponsively restrictive DSL service. My option was to go for the "free digital camera," which arrived, or should I say limped, to my door tonight. It's a Logitech EasyCam 310, and it makes an Easy-Bake Oven look like the cockpit to a Boeing 767. And the pictures god, the pictures. I really have to post one to give you an example of its dynamic range:

That's Tessa, by the way, and she was centered in the viewfinder.

I mean, why the fuck did they bother? Of course, the images and movies on this thing are so bad that Tessa and I have taken to fetishizing it; I've half a mind to shoot a movie using nothing but the Logitech EasyCam 310, because it has the grainy post-surrealistic LSD haze of a Fisher-Price Pixel Vision camera.

Speaking of a grainy haze, we drove 4 hours home from Cambridge today in a never-ending rainstorm that sapped me of almost all of my emotional strength. Driving through a storm is fine, but driving lengthways through a pounding rain all day long just makes you feel like sticking a fork in your brain. By the time we got to Manhattan, Sean didn't feel like going out for his birthday (he was sunburned don't exactly know how that happened, unless he got all 1978 and bought a sunlamp) so we got back to Park Slope early and watched Yassar Arafat's interview with Wolf Blitzer. I don't know which was more upsetting: Arafat's obvious dementia, or Wolf Blitzer's junior-high-school-video-project screen charisma.

The Celextant, May 12, 2002

My psyche feels coated in a clear, gelatinous substance. Or maybe that's just snot; it's hard to tell these days. One thing that Prozac rather fascinatingly, I might add – robbed from me, was the ability to commiserate with the protagonists of any books or movies. I just didn't care what happened to them, and it filled me with such sadness that I wish I could have felt sadness, which didn't work either. Suffice to say that hasn't happened on Celexa at all, at least not yet. I cried when I read a one-page story written by a sixth-grader on the wall of the Cambridge Friends School. Which is another problem altogether, I suppose.