I'm Old School

I don't want to challenge norms, I don't want to reach past human limits, I don't want to try things I know or don't know...I'm old school...a friendly task and a friendly day are enough for me...if you want to cull deadly drugs while reading from a deadly script, then that's just not Old School enough for me. I don't care if you live your life the way you want to live it, but don't drug me into it. If that means I'm on the wrong side of the coin, then so be it.

Too Hot for TV or History Repeats Itself...

When they figure out the classy (read petty) tech they are getting now doesn't work they are going to revert to tape and tubes in a hard way... I've already seen signs of inventiveness in the young. There are modern choruses, and caddies, and betazoids...whether they see them or not. It's just a matter of making sure we're moving forward and not backward. I'm not talking the technology, the technology will always move forward even when an iteration is a reduction of history. Even if history were no more, the technology would march relentlessly forward. But the economy, the raw notion of humanity, the history of the slopes, and the marsh, and the back alleys must be made to move forward. Dare I say own up to progress, invent class, and realize with our eyes...

Die id, Die...

Something tells me they are killing my humanity until I really am a ghost and they can do what they want...

I'm not old or new, like middle school, fifth grade like junior high...

When defeat, repeat...

I wonder what they will do with my soul after they have killed my mind and body?

Oh, I forgot, it's because the living are abusing the dead...

There's sense, and the more common nonsense, and the oh so rare common sense...

I want to age gracefully...

Have you ever noticed that trying people are trying...

What happened to the history of computer formatting?!

So, I looked at the archives of my old site and it seemed that much of the web formatting that was there is now not there, I know history doesn't change, or at least not for the better, but where the heck are my frames? I'm sure it's just somebody messing with the archives, but still. You would think with all the power in the world these guys would have much better things to do than imitate history. Like maybe making a public library of useful content and programs. Like, I realize there are limits, but not the kind of limits these guys are thinking. I'm like a kindertgardener trying to make a finger painting with my nephew and these guys are no limit soldiers. It's like save the heat for the real bad guys you've been chasing for Millennia.

When things get real choppy it's hard on my circulation. In AZ where you can go for a walk and meet several people, it may not be so bad. But in Minnesota, where you have to pick your battles, it's a real concern. I don't like no limit soldiers dictating health any more than the next guy, but the last time I checked it is legal to have a good day. I'll leave you with that, oh and don't fix it if it ain't broke.

Ghosts are Real, and My God they are Sexy...

Seriously though, I feel like I'm in a production of "West Side Story" and I'm the kid in the gang that gets killed. I know stupid is as stupid does, but when will I feel like myself? Now that I've properly mixed my metaphors, I'm going to finish my coffee and take a nap in my office.

"I am" kind of a gold bug

So I'm kind of a gold bug, I like the cherries with the pits in them better than the ones without, I like electronics and paring devices better than flowers, I like dirt better than sand, I like booze better than water...Now this is probably what they were saying when they said I have a mood disorder but I'm finally coming to the realization that "they" were right. I still think it was pre-emptive, and may have been a what comes first situation, but the gold miner in me is the same gold miner that was in that kid that studied all the fatalities in the games, and I think every human has one.

This doesn't mean I'm unclean, or that I'm petty even, just that there is a meaning behind my madness.

U gotta do what U gotta do, but leave the mechanics out of it...

There are nurses, and there are mechanics, they don't step on each others toes and they rarely meet in nature except for the occasional mixer or party, but they should be conscious enough to keep from interfering with one another. For example, a mechanic shouldn't use a syringe in a fuel injector, and a nurse shouldn't have the bedside manner of a radiator. Common sense, yes, funny, no...

Move toward your goals, not in reverse, not in slow motion, not toward your neighbors (or your reflections) goals...

Move toward your goals, not in reverse, not in slow motion, not toward your neighbors (or your reflections) goals...

Hitting the books...again...

So even though I feel my schooling is nearly finished, I will still have to hit the books in my work pursuits...I'm not sure, but I have a feeling I want plants in my office, no seriously, I want to finish my electronic to-do list, build a radio, and get back to the fundamentals of programming in my Java and C textbooks, and maybe Html. That's where I started, that's where I'll finish. I may even find a way to revert to a previous version of Windows, if I'm lucky...

They're Too Violent...

I don't know why they're too violent (probably greed), but I see it reaching into my own time more often than ever... It's probably like the Time Machine where the violent Morlocks would come up to the surface to eat the peaceful Eloi, Whenever it seems like violence is becoming the norm I go back to that book. It's got plenty of allegory and metaphor. But why should I have to be the vegetarian in the room when I'm not the violent 1? I feel like it's more than just me that are at their wits end...

The New Wave, Programming Without Dilbert...

Now I'm sure I'm repeating myself, but some things are better said twice...

We need to feel more and fee less...It's what the Union has been doing in the city for a long time, but rationing petty tech just isn't living to me...It's like a friend of mine said, "I hate the work I'm doing." To be honest I don't want anyone to hate the work they're doing, even if it's counterproductive. But it seems the technology that produces just isn't Dilbert quality. Even though I shy away from drawing a hard-line it must be said that we should "Pour some sugar on me" as the song goes. It's hard for me to advocate starting or ending, but isn't it starting that gets the job done. We just have to be extra careful where we start. With petty tech being the norm today, it's hard to say where we should start. It's clear that as the Union makes more points it makes it harder to be ourselves, but then again we rely on the strength of the Union for our creative work. That said, it wouldn't hurt if more of us found pleasure in common sense things.

Pride in all the Right Places...

When you're a ghost on the street, pride is a very real concern, in fact I'm willing to bet the more hardship you've encountered the more pride becomes a concern. The problem with pride is there are about a million ways to have poor pride, and about 12 ways to have positive pride. Without getting into what constitutes self-care and what may mean vanity, I'm willing to say if you're a positive person it's probably self-care, and if you're a negative person it's probably vanity. Or at least what you reflect. Let's be wary of people who ration out pride, even if it's you, the ghost on the street.  Conduct should be appreciated whether it's yours or someone else. We can't necessarily put a price on conduct except to say it makes a better whole. But, for the action oriented in the crowd, we can build whole things while being whole. This means happy workers, happy products. And to be entirely honest, sometimes humans are ignorant, we don't spend the time to have happy workers or happy products. But a happy anecdote I found on facebook is... When you walk alone it's "Race," and when you walk with God it's "Grace."

All this might not help the common man who is struggling to make ends meat, but then again it might. When we put our own pride in the mix and realize our own vanity it helps make whole what once was short. It's not to say humanity is short on pride, or even vanity for that matter, but that we should be aware without rationing. The idiot inside of me is screaming let me engineer something for someone else, but recognizing that I too am short sighted allows me to reach out and hopefully grab something whole. U wish, I wish...

Am I repeating myself... When you want a challenge, you get a challenge, when you don't want a challenge, you still get a challenge...

So, in short, life is challenging... I still mean what I said about wishing other people would complain for me, but still...(side note: I hope I don't project my own longing onto the photos of young people I see)

Gotta find solace in the chaos...at least it's sunny today...

Funny thing is when I repeat myself I don't resist it, so any divergence from the norm isn't that big of a divergence...still want solace though...

Ever since I was in the hospital for Chicken Pox or whatever hellish disease it was, my eyes have been gouping up, like when I wake up there's a bunch of gunk under my right eye...It's not enough to be a major problem, but it's a constant reminder of the hell I went through for no good reason....Even if the decisions I make have a remote effect on my health, I should be a heck of a lot healthier than I am...

Enough complaining for now...

Production has moved around and now there are different stations in the work room at Broadway Awards...different good, different bad, different yes...

On a completely separate note...So in all honesty, I wouldn't say I am greedy, but I trend that way... I think everyone is hungry it's just a matter of how much and when... When you're young you say "How much, I'll buy it" when you're getting there, you say "when will this end." And I'm sure you go back and forth. Even the strictest angels and gold bugs have their limits...

Now I'm going to see if the ridge of snow has melted, and if it hasn't I'll shovel it...

Blah Git

Sometimes you just gotta Blah Git, if you don't want to Blah Git, you still Blah Git...