Monday, June 23, 2003
I really, really would like a break from the industry - especially - to not be under any NDAs for a while. I threw out 30+ NDAs this past month, and couldn't remember whatever I was supposed to have compartmentalized - so I guess I'm an integrated whole now.
I wrote a song about driving Hwy 17 - the Hwy 17 blues - 5-6 years ago, I can't remember the lyrics. I can't remember the drive, either, I haven't made that drive in a long time now. Thankfully. Usually I drove a long series of pleasant back roads culminating in Bear Creek Road. If 17 was backed up there, I'd cut over to lupin and play piano for a while before trying to face the traffic.
I used to drive RT 1 regularly up to SF. Not once did I stop to surf - in fact - not once in that whole gig did I leave work before 10PM, so I never got to the theater, or a symphony, or sampled any of the other delights of SF. Dumb. They wanted to go public with a bang. So I worked my ass off and got my kicks from driving really fast all the way home on 1...
There remains a large fantasy element to my thinking - I'd really like to get out of the US for a while, as one example - I like to think that in mtaht version 38 I've resurrected Johnny Net - the guy with brass cojones, a clear mind, and a sense of mission - as another. I had kind of planned on spending time fixing my bugs rather than this...
7:01 Back in 98/99 I'd have had my mailbox flooded by now, and the phone would be ringing off the hook
7:05 I look out the window to see if the ball has rolled up to take me to the old programmer's Villiage
7:10 Hmm, maybe I should exercise and do some basic maintenence. Surf's down, darn it.
7:30 I went to lupin wednesday, after doing laundry. I really burned my butt. Doing situps I can feel every single carpet hair abrading me.
7:40 A couple emails from friends rolled in. One just read the original Uncle Bill's Helicopter and said "classy work". We had a long chat last night about music, sound, about where the "kool-aid" is in open source development, trains - we go way back - he's got Z80 CP/M machines that still work - I talked about my fantasy of using my old 486 laptop to run Wordstar again, so I wouldn't have a browser and could cut back on my internet addiction that way... the guy's going on vacation in a few minutes - I wish I could treat this week like a vacation.
Another email - brian's been reading REALLY far down in the blog about what I said about simplifying gui design - he's still using emacs to read mail - "does that count?" - sure does - I've been thinking of switching back myself.
8:20 Every day is a precoffee day these days. 6 months ago I drank 10 cups of coffee a day, now I drink a half cup, in the afternoons, and it gives me jitters. Still, waking up is a long process...
8:21 Fight with my cat to clear space for the monitor.
8:35 I'm trying to prioritize my day - there's a lot of things I can do after the mail comes - but not much beforehand. I should really focus on the immediate problems but I'm drawn to writing again...
¶ 8:07 AM
I wrote a song about driving Hwy 17 - the Hwy 17 blues - 5-6 years ago, I can't remember the lyrics. I can't remember the drive, either, I haven't made that drive in a long time now. Thankfully. Usually I drove a long series of pleasant back roads culminating in Bear Creek Road. If 17 was backed up there, I'd cut over to lupin and play piano for a while before trying to face the traffic.
I used to drive RT 1 regularly up to SF. Not once did I stop to surf - in fact - not once in that whole gig did I leave work before 10PM, so I never got to the theater, or a symphony, or sampled any of the other delights of SF. Dumb. They wanted to go public with a bang. So I worked my ass off and got my kicks from driving really fast all the way home on 1...
There remains a large fantasy element to my thinking - I'd really like to get out of the US for a while, as one example - I like to think that in mtaht version 38 I've resurrected Johnny Net - the guy with brass cojones, a clear mind, and a sense of mission - as another. I had kind of planned on spending time fixing my bugs rather than this...
7:01 Back in 98/99 I'd have had my mailbox flooded by now, and the phone would be ringing off the hook
7:05 I look out the window to see if the ball has rolled up to take me to the old programmer's Villiage
7:10 Hmm, maybe I should exercise and do some basic maintenence. Surf's down, darn it.
7:30 I went to lupin wednesday, after doing laundry. I really burned my butt. Doing situps I can feel every single carpet hair abrading me.
7:40 A couple emails from friends rolled in. One just read the original Uncle Bill's Helicopter and said "classy work". We had a long chat last night about music, sound, about where the "kool-aid" is in open source development, trains - we go way back - he's got Z80 CP/M machines that still work - I talked about my fantasy of using my old 486 laptop to run Wordstar again, so I wouldn't have a browser and could cut back on my internet addiction that way... the guy's going on vacation in a few minutes - I wish I could treat this week like a vacation.
Another email - brian's been reading REALLY far down in the blog about what I said about simplifying gui design - he's still using emacs to read mail - "does that count?" - sure does - I've been thinking of switching back myself.
8:20 Every day is a precoffee day these days. 6 months ago I drank 10 cups of coffee a day, now I drink a half cup, in the afternoons, and it gives me jitters. Still, waking up is a long process...
8:21 Fight with my cat to clear space for the monitor.
8:35 I'm trying to prioritize my day - there's a lot of things I can do after the mail comes - but not much beforehand. I should really focus on the immediate problems but I'm drawn to writing again...
¶ 8:07 AM
