Yesterday went to the DaveR celebration at the Alumni House at Cal Berkeley. Very nice and healing event. Thanks to the folks that put it together. I needed that. I woke up this morning feeling rather refreshed for the first time in some days and perhaps, just perhaps, that event led me to a place where now I can go further. I also ended some steps at my company Levanta and said goodbye over a great and boisterous lunch with the group I managed. You all know how it is with a team that syncs up together and the lunch time dawdles into after lunch coffee and talk goes on and everyone shares a laugh at things. I found myself today saying goodbye to others at work, cleaning out my desk, looking at the faces and places. I’ll miss a number of people and a few have weblogs like Art and others do not that I know of like Kurt. Ed has a home page but no updated content on a daily basis and inbound/outbound links. Jeremy has a home page. So, I’d like to say sayonara to you guys. You are a great team and good things will come to all of you. I had a great time working, watching you all go through challenge and diversity, and live up to a standard we all agreed was important.
Now its time for me to move on as well. I’ve posted to the blog a few times regarding some reticence I have to move back to yet another startup with its own challenges; but this may be in the cards. I will probably not do much of that the next weeks as Christmas and a week vacation is on tap for us.
I still keep up with various and sundry Linuxcare alumni and their happenings and Linkedin seems a great place to record and keep track of where people are, what they’re doing, etc.
I got the feeling I’ll be posting more on this blog in the near-term. I feel like I have more to say about things. For awhile, I doubted whether I would be able to manage and administer and update the thing. Now I’m starting to feel that I am ready to start writing some stuff less inwardly facing and more toward some thoughts of late on anthropology and archeology. As you can tell, its still a love I have and often I find myself thinking of the hills and my old boots and the loving caress that one had on the other.
