dante woo / omegabet \ yellow

y e l l o w : yellow often stands for light, the sun's rays, intellect, faith, and/or goodness. however, yellow can also be a sign of cowardice, betrayal, and/or jealousy. insects that bear yellow and black stripes are often poisonous, or attempting to mimic another poisonous insect, and in this respect yellow can be seen as a warning, and/or protection for its bearer. in medical terms, a yellow flag means quarantine.

me and matthew always make fun of this guy that i work with, because he's this prissy, dumb, midwestern fag who tries to be part downtown hipster, part muscle queen, but he occasionally sabotages himself by dressing like a teenage puerto rican girl.

i was with my boyfriend at the neighborhood grungy coffee shop, and when they put maxwell's urban hang suite on, i knew all the words. i'm not so different from the midwestern fag, because, i realized, i have the musical taste of a teenage puerto rican girl.

what the hell, i own my faults. i still fuckin love that new d'angelo cd.

i had a dream last night that i ran into one of my best friends from high school, jason. jason and i were the only ones that went to college north of alabama, but he transferred back to a state school after his 1st year to hang out with his girlfriend. she dumped him shortly thereafter, he lost his scholarship, flunked all his classes, and started getting in trouble.

that's the time i feel like making love to you

that's the time i feel like making dreams come true

nana: you should know by now that i do not approve of many things these days. like many ways of behaving and speaking. not because they are new and i'm old, but because they are just bad.
(ama ata aidoo, changesa love story)

tonight i called my parents for the first time in what's seemed like months. answering machine.

a guy i've chatted with online told me about fighting with his ex and first boyfriend.

i listened to my voice singing at church, and it can be very low. i can feel my skull rattle when i sing a low e flat or f. i used to be very self-conscious about my voice, and hated hearing it on answering machines because even when i was a kid, thought it sounded gay.

in my dream with jason, i forget what, but he caught me in new york "being gay." i can't remember what i was doing, but it involved a restaurant with orange and blue walls, candlelight, and i was somehow behaving in a way that made me embarrassed when i saw him. i have no idea what he's up to these days.

what i did at work this week:
billed my client for approximately $250,000
helped figure out how to bring their ordering processes online
got called "buddy" and "sweetheart" by my (respectively) male and female clients
was told by an information architect that i'm the best producer she's ever worked with
realized that the combination of high stress and more than one cup of coffee a day makes me sweat uncontrollably the entire day
watched a designer go through a series of comps, and learned a helluva lot about her process in ten minutes
learned that you can use javascript so that a link corresponds to a pull-down menu's selection without refreshing the page
realized that i am a fuckin geek