Author: admin

I think I need more passion in my life. Some days I feel like I’m just going
through the motions following some big gears that are turning somewhere far off,
directing me (along with everyone else) on toward something that we don’t really care
about. And that might be how it is, and that might be ok. But if that’s the case,
the important stuff in life must be in the doing and in the actions. You need
to thrive on the sheer pleasure of doing what it is you do, no matter what the result
might be, and if you don’t enjoy it, don’t do it.

Easy to say, hard to do. I’m full of that sort of thing.

I like that feeling you get when you’re working on some problems with a close
couple of friends and you’re making a lot of progress, and you might actually
be coming up with stuff that no one has thought of before. The possibility
that you might accomplish something new and interesting is more than enough to
motivate you to keep the discussion going well past your fatigue point. The discussion
doesn’t stop until it becomes senseless ramblings. Then, after you leave, you find
yourself still thinking about the issues yourself. Inspiration has struck.

People in San Francisco are nicer in general than people in Los Angeles, but
they don’t seem to deal well with slightly stressful traffic situations.
We got honked at like 3 times today for no reason at all (we got honked
at a few more times because of our sucky driving, but that’s normal).
People up here must have low-stress jobs or something.

I’m heading up to the bay area today to hang out with
Kenric and
Carlos.
Michael and
JavaJosh are going with me. We’re gonna
have a grand old time.

In case you’re worried, I will still be updating this page.

Some advice: Don’t cross an old lady. They can be dangerous.

So. I’ve been stuck doing tech support for one of my pet projects
( http://www.dreamhost.com/ ) for the
past few days. I don’t mind that much, but it sure puts me in a bad mood sometimes.
Some people are such buttheads. I just want to say, “Take your 10 measly dollars
and go somewhere else! See if I care! Let them deal with your
impatient, whining ass!”

But I don’t. It’s a business after all, and minorly profitable at that.

But I sure want to.