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Mar. 5th, 2010 10:58 amI realize that my dyslexia is making learning the Illustrator program difficult. When I look at the examples on a website and it talks about, click this, drag that, now click this and drag that, then when I switch back to the screen to do it, i've already forgotten everything sometimes even the start point. I wonder if I learn better from a book that I can have in front of me with the screen, or maybe today I'll have a quick try at firing up the other laptop and use that with the instructions and this one to work on.
The other problem is i'm really not putting in the time I should. I had the perfect opportunity yesterday, hell I do everyday. But I fucked around all day didn't even get out of the van all day and still didn't accomplish anything. I finally went out for a swim in the lake and got some pretty good distance in. Wow my back hurt this morning from it. I really love swimming in that lake, but every now and again I still feel a little freaked out at what could be down there. Sometimes the bubbles coming up from my arm strokes will make me go "whoa whats that" or I swim near the shore and can see all sorts of weird shapes from branches and rocks that looks like some slimy creature of the deep. haha but for the most time its an awesome swim and I have to just be adult and remember there is nothing in the lake!
Because I got out to swim pretty late, it was later than normal when I finished dinner. Made for the perfect reason NOT to pull out the laptop and waste my time surfing. So I made up the bed and took my book out. I was really tired and had the lights out by 10.30 and then the cell phone goes off with a txt. I wanted to talk to her, and so I fired up the laptop and logged into Skype. Our conversations are always a little awkward. Partly because she has some trouble with English and partly because she is usually in a noisy internet cafe. We chatted a bit about where she was and what she was doing and same for me. Then she finally started to talk about the visa issue for India. Everytime before she has just said "i dont want to talk about it and think about if I cant get it". Well it turns out the situation is really bad. I did my own surfing last night which again meant I was up till about 1.00am but I found lots of forums talking about the changes in Indian visa rules. This has just happened. Compounded to that Russian single girls are targeted as a high risk and get specially harsh treatment. She has a ticket from Delhi to Moscow for mid April. They will probably allow her to re enter to take the flight, but she is trying to get a 6 month visa so she can stay for some of the time I'm there. While reading all this it also brought up the point that I myself might have problems. I'm not even sure they will let me have a 6 month visa again. As usual with forums the facts get lost in all the crap people post. I can't figure out if the rules have changed to not even give 6 month visas and now they are cut down to 3 months. The problem is that the rule they definitely have changed is once you leave the country you can not return for two months. This is really screwing a lot of people.
So these dreams. First one no surprise after talking to her, was about Elena. We were in some really lovely place, it was paradise. We were sitting together and she went off somewhere and I somehow found out, I think from a message on her laptop sitting in front of me that she was HIV and going to die. When she came back I told her I knew and that I wished shed told me as know I probably had it too. I told her I didn't care about having it that I wanted to be with her and die with her in this lovely place.
Second one was me riding a Harley, humm really strange dream to begin with, like id ever be riding a Harley! Anyway there was a load of us screaming down a highway, going the wrong way down the road and just flying. All of a sudden we came to a really sharp corner and there was no way I was going to make it around or even to be able to lay the bike down without it sliding off this huge cliff edge. So I just rode straight off. The drop was something like that of the Grand Canyon. With my experience from the sky dive I did in real life, in the dream I could really feel the sensation of falling and I knew from talking to other sky divers what was about to happen to my body. Zero chance of survival. So I just gave a whoop as I went over the edge. Kinda nice way to go really.
Ok I really must try to go to Taupo and get the WOF. I think its going to be a zoo down there as the Ironman is going on this weekend.
Air Aisa emailed again, giving me the brush off now about the article, but then I get another email from a magazine Id forgotten Id written to. its a NZ mountain bike mag and now that editor is interested and wants to know what writing Ive done or if not a couple of hundred words of my style. Shit I have to have a style too!
The other problem is i'm really not putting in the time I should. I had the perfect opportunity yesterday, hell I do everyday. But I fucked around all day didn't even get out of the van all day and still didn't accomplish anything. I finally went out for a swim in the lake and got some pretty good distance in. Wow my back hurt this morning from it. I really love swimming in that lake, but every now and again I still feel a little freaked out at what could be down there. Sometimes the bubbles coming up from my arm strokes will make me go "whoa whats that" or I swim near the shore and can see all sorts of weird shapes from branches and rocks that looks like some slimy creature of the deep. haha but for the most time its an awesome swim and I have to just be adult and remember there is nothing in the lake!
Because I got out to swim pretty late, it was later than normal when I finished dinner. Made for the perfect reason NOT to pull out the laptop and waste my time surfing. So I made up the bed and took my book out. I was really tired and had the lights out by 10.30 and then the cell phone goes off with a txt. I wanted to talk to her, and so I fired up the laptop and logged into Skype. Our conversations are always a little awkward. Partly because she has some trouble with English and partly because she is usually in a noisy internet cafe. We chatted a bit about where she was and what she was doing and same for me. Then she finally started to talk about the visa issue for India. Everytime before she has just said "i dont want to talk about it and think about if I cant get it". Well it turns out the situation is really bad. I did my own surfing last night which again meant I was up till about 1.00am but I found lots of forums talking about the changes in Indian visa rules. This has just happened. Compounded to that Russian single girls are targeted as a high risk and get specially harsh treatment. She has a ticket from Delhi to Moscow for mid April. They will probably allow her to re enter to take the flight, but she is trying to get a 6 month visa so she can stay for some of the time I'm there. While reading all this it also brought up the point that I myself might have problems. I'm not even sure they will let me have a 6 month visa again. As usual with forums the facts get lost in all the crap people post. I can't figure out if the rules have changed to not even give 6 month visas and now they are cut down to 3 months. The problem is that the rule they definitely have changed is once you leave the country you can not return for two months. This is really screwing a lot of people.
So these dreams. First one no surprise after talking to her, was about Elena. We were in some really lovely place, it was paradise. We were sitting together and she went off somewhere and I somehow found out, I think from a message on her laptop sitting in front of me that she was HIV and going to die. When she came back I told her I knew and that I wished shed told me as know I probably had it too. I told her I didn't care about having it that I wanted to be with her and die with her in this lovely place.
Second one was me riding a Harley, humm really strange dream to begin with, like id ever be riding a Harley! Anyway there was a load of us screaming down a highway, going the wrong way down the road and just flying. All of a sudden we came to a really sharp corner and there was no way I was going to make it around or even to be able to lay the bike down without it sliding off this huge cliff edge. So I just rode straight off. The drop was something like that of the Grand Canyon. With my experience from the sky dive I did in real life, in the dream I could really feel the sensation of falling and I knew from talking to other sky divers what was about to happen to my body. Zero chance of survival. So I just gave a whoop as I went over the edge. Kinda nice way to go really.
Ok I really must try to go to Taupo and get the WOF. I think its going to be a zoo down there as the Ironman is going on this weekend.
Air Aisa emailed again, giving me the brush off now about the article, but then I get another email from a magazine Id forgotten Id written to. its a NZ mountain bike mag and now that editor is interested and wants to know what writing Ive done or if not a couple of hundred words of my style. Shit I have to have a style too!
