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Wednesday, August 18, 2004 When Ads Get In Your Eyes. One of our designers came in and saw the ad campaign I was working on. In one ad I used a photo of a sour-faced old man in a tuxedo with a large cigar in his mouth. The cigar points straight out and the photograph is shot from slightly above. The designer blanched. "That looks dirty." Even though Freud probably didn't say it, it was too perfectly set-up for me not to. I sent him back to his desk and vowed to transfer him to the Joe Camel account next week.
10:43 PM PST (link) Sunday, August 15, 2004 Spelunking Amidst The Library Stacks. When I first told The Roommate that I was moving in with The Boyfriend, I said that it didn't feel "real" yet. We wondered if it would feel real when I told our landlord. He joked that it would really feel real when I posted about it here. But coming from the Boyfriend's (soon to be our) house, where he's clearing rooms to make way for my stuff, I return to the apartment where all our stuff is starting to precipitate in tall stacks of cardboard boxes, stalagmites of media. And I can say that this makes it all seem very real. I'm a little nervous, a little excited, and a lot concerned that we have way too many books. But if anyone reading this is interested in a free desk or two, or a bookcase, let me know.
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