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I soon had to give up on that idea, though. The web-based image filters were slow and seemed to bring out all the ugly artifacts of the original JPEG. I decided to walk all the way across the middle of UVA Grounds to the library, and make use of the far-better equipped machines in the Electronic Text Center. There you don't have to fuck around; obviously somebody smart is in charge and Adobe Photoshop is installed on all the machines. All this running around was just so I could make the poster advertising my musings for the road trip. For some reason I had it in my head that I wanted to add the text part using Claris Works, but that was a big mistake, since Claris Works is unable to save drawings in any widely-translatable file format. The best it can do is save drawings as non-rasterized PICTs, a format that I proved incapable of reading on a PC. So I had to return back to the Electronic Text Center to open the PICT file in Photoshop on a Macintosh. The drudgery has left me feeling frazzled. But I eventually got the flyer finished and surreptitiously printed out dozens of copies. But there is good news in amongst this. I called Godfrey Property Management today and pointed out the overpayment of May's rent, and I've been assured that I'll be receiving a $121 check in the mail. Right now here in Cocke Hall, there are a bunch of annoying frat boys clustered in a knot around a diminutive Asian girl, gabbing away about one of their collegiate projects. There's also several middle aged women who keep asking me for help. I frequently find myself serving the role of computer consultant, which in this case is only karmic justice, since I've run off several dollars worth of musings flyers today already. Deya is also here, working on on her resumé. She has a little paperback manual to guide her, and last night Wacky Jen and I thought it was kind of cute to see her looking over the chapter entitled "For Those With Few Skills and Little Experience." The book is definitely geared toward the lowest common denominator; in the back there's a whole appendix devoted to English verb conjugations. As I was preparing to leave Cocke Hall with my impressive haul of flyers, I noted that about a half dozen UVA custodians were gathered on the steps about a hundred feet away, taking an evening break. Like most of UVA's custodians, they were all Afro-American. One of their number is a familiar sight at that particular set of steps. He evidently has an unusual fondness for animals, calling out to them by name and offering them pieces of food. And the animals all seem to know and trust him. I once saw a squirrel come up to him and take an offering of bread. And today a crow circled low overhead and landed on a nearby building, cawing amiably in interest. The charitable custodian and shouted words of encouragement, as did some of his female colleagues. "Come on, beauty!" they urged. It was an unusual and touching thing to see. After securing the wallet, we hung out and chatted with Nathan about various things. Nathan VanHooser and Harvey the Elderly Dog.
athan took Harvey the Elderly Dog for a walk, and Deya and I returned to the Wertland Mansion. We sat on the balcony, illuminated by the diffuse glow of the Christmas lights, drinking Mickeys Big Mouths out of 12 ounce grenade-shaped bottles. I've been drinking more malt liquor in this heat. I eventually fell asleep inside, in front of the television set, though it was off. I thought Deya slipped off to go to Senna's housewarming party for a little while, but she didn't. I guess it was just as well that we missed it.
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