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Nyquist rate
Posted May 22, 2001
Excerpts from three phone conversations, Monday evening, while nursing a cold:
Sarah:"I can't believe you called just to laugh at me."
Nicole:"Unless somehow the circumstances were to change, I don't know how it would be possible..."
Lina:"My lips are black and blue."
"Nyquist rate"- the rate at which you need to take samples of the instantaneous value of some band-limited function, in order to perfectly reconstruct it from only the samples.
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Jackanape
Posted May 21, 2001
On Sunday, I walked around Wicker Park with James getting b-roll. We got a little tired because the temperature started to drop, and then I sat and listened to James tell me traumatic Sarah Schooley information.
I drove over to Lina's and waited in my truck for 45 minutes so that I would arrive at her place at 8:30 p.m. like we planned. We walked over to a nice little place called 10-CAT and had two drinks. I noticed that I was starting to come down with a cold; the first hints had come when I traveled to Krispy Kreme in the morning, ate a half-dozen donuts and started to get a scratchy throat.
Lina's place was lovely and small; she had the lyrics to the Three's Company theme song painted on the inside of her front door. After long, timid negotiations, we ended up necking until rather late. By that time I was pretty positive that I had a cold, and tossed and turned. She couldn't sleep either.
It was cold and pouring down rain when I left her apartment at 7:30. She loaned me her umbrella.
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Mug
Posted May 20, 2001
Poindexter and his sister Alicia and her two friends Keith and Adam went with me to Earwax. Keith was a short blue-eyed white guy who was so stupid it alarmed me. Adam was quieter and clearly the leader of the two. They talked about how they had been sleeping on someone's roof.
Alicia pecked me on the cheek when she left the car. She smelled of Jim Beam.
I took Poindexter to Sofia Strehlou's-- we decided not to go to the Undershorts fest. We sat in a cramped room and listened to Preston, Sofia's roommate, spin very loud techno that felt about 7 years old. Preston had two blonde pigtails that glowed green from the blacklights he had installed around his elaborate bank of keyboards. He was accompanied by a cheerful, thin brunette who shimmied and ululated sporadically.
Sofia gave me some peach moonshine. While waiting for the bathroom, Poindexter and I were approached by two girls who were looking for their blind dates at the party. One of them was a graduate student working on her dissertation and the other one worked for Andersen Consulting.
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Oils
Posted May 19, 2001
I'm not sure whether "Vampires" is any good, but it's all captured in Chris's G3 and I'm working on it.
I went to a drab awards ceremony at WTTW. It was for the ITVA, now called the MCAI. The MC was from Second City-- his jokes all fell flat. The salad dressing was awful, although Dan Andries's wife disagreed with me on that point. I ate and drank to keep from getting bored. Rana was rather drunk by the end of it-- she commented loudly on the awards throughout the ceremony.
Pat convinced me to drive him home by telling me we would go to one of the authentic Irish bars near his house. I spent an hour in traffic coming home up the expressway. We drank some very good Guiness but I was very full and a little bit bored and tired. The beer garden at one of the bars was huge and full of meaty white people.
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Polymers
Posted May 18, 2001
John has been in an unusually good mood lately. He spent a long time helping me send an EDL over the network. I think he gets interested when there's something to prove. He got the internship for the Project Greenlight feature, and it looks like I'm to blame. John will probably move to L.A. within a year.
Final Cut Pro is now up and running on Chris Ottinger's machine. The DVCAM clips are capturing like butter off my TRV-11.
This morning, Chris O. knocked on my door at 6 a.m. to take me to Pete's Snack Shop. Truly a greasy spoon, Pete's is open at 4 a.m. and located on a desolate stretch of Western between Cermak and Roosevelt. I had the house special, which was a mound of potatoes and ham smothered in spicy gravy. Everyone in there was a regular except us.
Chris Vogel really wants to be my personal trainer. That is, he really wants my money. He came over and chatted with me obsequiously as I worked out on the recumbent cycle this morning. Then he pointed at my t-shirt with skeletons on it and chuckled. This Multiplex place is expensive but not too crowded, and my trial period just ran out. My mornings will begin here for another year or so.
This morning, Rana came in and yelled at Pat for not being here so she could have someone help pick up equipment. Pat yelled back.
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