My High(s):

Getting just a bit more firefighting time in. I know that every fire could be my last before school.

My Low:

I wasn't very productive and my summer newspaper let me down once again and showed how much it sucks.

Listening To:

Sarah McLachlan:
"I Will Remember You"

Last Talked To:


Thinking About:

(1) Works sucks
(2) I don't understand Alex
(3) I don't want to stop this firefighting thing. I really don't want to quit.

the fifteenth day of august, 2000... a tuesday.

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"If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen." - Harry S. Truman.

Today, I added the one bazillionth reason why I think the newspaper where I work sucks. The fire department has responded to a two-story concession stand / press box type building in one of our city parks four times. Today was the fourth time... and we let it burn. It was not structurally safe after our first three visits, so it was better to let it burn.

I was on scene with the FD and took some photos of the inferno. Our newest reporter and our summer intern showed up. The new reporter was taking some terrible photos (Where was the editor? This reporter gal is new at this journalism stuff. She needs some guidance). Anyway, I offered some photos I had already had processed of the first time we were out there. I also had some photos of a pretty ugly wreck last week. I was giving the intern the information when she told me that I didn't need to do that... Why? Because the photos weren't going in this week's paper.

Okay, let me get this straight. We are a weekly paper. We publish on Wednesday. We have news and photos on Tuesday and we're NOT going to run them in this week's paper? What the hell kind of sense does that make? You don't even have to have the photos processed. I've got actual prints and the information to go with it. Take the picture. Scan it into the computer. Put it on a page. It's not like the paper is just overflowing with news.

The intern said that the photos would probably be in next week's paper. Next week? What the hell? The news will be two weeks old! The news won't be new! How crazy is that? That makes no frikkin' sense to me. (2232)

Damn. I just called Jessie. I was gonna drop by tonight and maybe crash there. I've gotta get up in the morning and drive down to school. It's time to layout the back-to-school edition of the school paper. And since I spent today inside of my house (with the exception of the fire) in some sort of depressed, funky mood... I figured it would do me some good to get out. So much for that plan. (2234)

I was cleaning out some old e-mail tonight and found one dated July 5 from Alex. It was regarding our little walk / conversation. The person that wrote the e-mail wasn't the same person that I talked to Friday... when she and I had our little disagreement of sorts. I wish I knew who the "real" Alex was. You have "August 11 Alex" (see Aug. 11 entry) and then you have the Alex that wrote the following message. I just can't figure it out.

well, you are probably the freaked out one now ('cause I'm writing). or you're gonna be... i don't even know what i want to tell you. all i know is that i had a great time last night, the best I had in a while. we couldn't have written it up better ourselves. nothing like a bunch of thoughts rambled up together. basically i just wanted to let you know that i thought about you today and that last night really meant something to me, too. *please don't think that i'm trying to hide behind email, i'll tell you this in person, too.

Okay, so what makes a person go from sweet and sincere to freaky? I really need to know the answer. (2240)

Yesterday was a busy day fire-wise. We had simultaneous fires in the morning. We made our second trip to the concession stand in the afternoon. After the afternoon fire, I found out that a burn ban had been placed on the entire county. Of course, as I returned home from said fire, what did I find my mother doing? Burning leaves and pine straw. Yeesh. (2245)
Long about 1994, there was a movie called "8 Seconds" that chronicled the life of bull rider Lane Frost. The score of the movie was, for the most part, made up of one song in different keys with slightly different beats. The song was written by Bill Conti and it's titled "Lane's Theme."

When I die, I want it to be included in my funeral some way. It's a slow song. And the soundtrack version is performed only with a piano. It's soft & gentle but quite powerful. I can't put my finger on why, but I love this song. And it's nice to hear a piece and "become one with it" (so to speak) as soon as you hear it... and that's what happened with this one many years ago. (2313)


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