its been roughly a week since I wrote something here. I’ve actually drafted a few things but for some reasons to hit the “performancing publish to” is difficult. Its like no matter what I write, I always want to go back to it, redo it, take something out or put something in. I’ve been giving some thoughts to the frequency of blogging of late and its kinda shameful. For awhile there, I was at a daily basis and enforcing my usual quality (or lack of) of blogging. I found with daily blogging that my posts would wander from Linux to Anthropology to Current Events so I ended up going back and wondering should I tag them differently, does it really matter if I don’t, and should I separate out the blog posts because they crossed over way too much and perhaps the message was lost. That would affirm there is a message in any of these random “news, views, and subterfuge” items.
Today is my daughter’s 8th birthday and its been fun living vicariously through her, watching her this morning opening up presents, trying on new clothes, running all around. Perhaps she is already on some terminal chocolate buzz; but I think more likely she is on a birthday buzz. You all remember how that was when you were young, right? It was the dazzling time of change. Another year was granted, perhaps new privileges were granted, and you stepped forward reborn. Now birthdays are kinda solemn passages because for all of us oldsters, they mean a different thing. We know we are not super powerful but we also know that life holds a thing for us that forever twists and turns to new boundaries. That is perhaps the most powerful thing.
At the new things level, I’ve given a deal of thought to what I do, how I do it, and what I want to do. I’ve blogged a few times that I’ve gone through roughly three major career changes and my last one was a love affair with the desert, the mountains, the comrades, and the scientists I dealt with. I can look forward and see this one ending at some point. I love the work I do; but there is this wanderlust. I don’t have some plan fomenting in myu tortured consciousness; but I’ve done the technology work for awhile and I can see a time when I don’t do it. My wife would say “fine, dude. what you gonna do next?” That’s a dangerous question because I really don’t know. Living here in the wonderful SF Bay area, the only thing certain is that prices continue to rise and the need for both adults to have jobs that pay decently is a basic requirement of the prices rising. I’ve done a few jobs that I’ve been proud of and a few others that I could not wait to get away from. I like where I am now and I like the work. At some point, I am going to look at the candle and the shadows and the calendar and say,
“its time to do something else”
