I’ve been encountering a bit of blog blah recently, and it’s tempting to go on another hiatus until I retire and don’t feel the work pressure and negative energy. But I have a growing backlog—new ideas keep popping up—and I really do enjoy the writing.
Things are returning to normal around here; page hits are finally back to their low numbers. The party has died down considerably, and that lets the host leave the remaining guests so he can whip up some new treats (and maybe open that bottle of wine I’ve been saving).
Speaking of which, I meant to open two bottles this weekend, but life did one of those unexpected detour things. I’ll pour both those articles very soon, but today’s snack catches up on some things.
In fact, this would be a Brain Bubbles post, but I’m re-thinking the BB concept. I keep inventing a “channel” for brief, pity things and then using it to write long posts (the curse of the highly detail-oriented). Sidebands and, now, Brain Bubbles have both become just more of the same.
I either need to make a plan and stick to it or dump both ideas and just use WordPress Categories like Blogger intended. (Although even that’s becoming a mare’s nest. Is a post “Science” or “Physics” or both? Project for 2013: revise and simplify Categories!)
I have been pondering a new blog for some of the more technical stuff. I found that having a baseball blog in addition to this was too much (or maybe I just didn’t really do well having a baseball blog).
I mentioned recently I was considering starting a new blog where I could talk about a computer language, BOOL, that I’ve been idly designing (emphasis on “idly”) for many years (emphasis on “years”). I have an unpublishable 400+ page book about the language (which even my best friends won’t read). Suddenly the light bulb went on: I could start a BOOL Blog.
Which I have. Drop by and check it out… I just realized I should create some sort of “Guestbook” for fun… depending on when you read this, I may have done so.
[I rather like the WP Theme I’m using. It’s elegant, clean and simple. There was a retro Macintosh theme I started with, but I really didn’t care for its layout. Pity; I loved the theme!]
Five by Five
You might recall my Looking Forward wish, which I tried to express along the lines of the final five gifts in the 12 Days Christmas song. Sadly, my muse muttered and mumbled, so I missed many of her messages. My mind went blank on items three and two!
My muse is still out mucking about, but she mentioned in a memo some matters of meaning, and so now my pentagram is complete. Therefore I give you now, Five Wishes for 2013.
FIVE Guiding Stars to find for yourself. Principles to follow; compass points in the darkness of the world. Seek them and keep them in your mind’s eye. Mine are:
I want to live in a world brightened by the light of these stars, and I will devote myself to following them. What are your guiding principles?
FOUR Square Legs on which to base your work life. Upon this stable platform build your reputation and professionalism, for they will stand you in good stead throughout your career. I have a plaque at work that reads:
Own your work (be responsible), strive for excellence in everything you do, seek to understand all that you do, and use precision (it leads to excellence).
How do you approach your work life? What are your “work legs?”.
THREE threads that run through your life and most identify who you are. The exercise of self-discovery that comes from deciding what your three words are can be revealing and exciting. Mine are:
- Artist / Teacher
- Philosopher / Scientist
- Builder / Fixer
You should plan to spend months—even years—pondering these. Pick three then live with them for a while. People talk about finding themselves, which I’ve always found silly. You’re right there, so how much looking do you need exactly?
Try listening rather than looking.
TWO sides (at least) to any discussion. The “other guy” always has some sort of point, and you do well to listen to what it is and take it seriously. But that is not to say all sides of an argument are valid. Not all opinions are equal, and some of them are pure shit.
Learning to tell the difference is wisdom.
(And keep in mind that even the stinkiest, shittiest opinions may have some nugget of value. Very few things in life are 100% shit!)
And finally, ONE Goal for Change: Expect from our politicians and sports figures the same standards of behavior and professional excellence we do from airline pilots and doctors. Expect from ourselves the same standards we would look for in our kids’ teachers or our bank teller.
Various & Sundry
I was given the Versatile Blogger award by Gwen Bristol last week. I kind of don’t engage in the blogger award system (see my Disclaimer page), but I am very much touched by the gesture. Thank you muchliness!
As a gesture of good will, and in thanks (and because who doesn’t like
making up digging up interesting facts about themselves), I will have a go at the seven questions. Let’s see… humor or serious, real or real (but only in my head)?
- I have owned three blue cars, but no blue SUVs. One of my SUVs was not black. All my vehicles have had four wheels.
- I haven’t ridden a horse in over 40 years. But I have recently ridden an elephant (elephants, again!) and a camel. I preferred the elephant.
- Blonde is my least favorite hair color. Ironically, I married someone so fair you could lose her in the glare of a sunny day.
- I am not afraid of clowns. (And I kinda don’t get the whole fear of clowns things. Apparently it’s serious, but it mystifies me.)
- I do not have a secret crush on anybody right now (although there are a few bloggers I find very attractive—nope, not going to say).
- When it comes to the Beatles or Elvis, I’m basically, “Yeah, whatever.” No negativity; just really no opinion or interest.
I was going to add a seventh item along the lines of not following directions well but realized that would defeat the point.
In other important business, this post (or one like it) should have been posted this weekend with the mild word-play title “Saturday Sunny.” The reason being that, finally, the sun has gotten to the point where it gets past the rather deep well of my skylight and now reaches down into my living room.
Considering the Solstice was nearly a month ago, I’ve been waiting almost patiently for the sunlight to appear. That small bar you see will get bigger and lower until it reaches the floor. It’ll creep across the floor several feet until, sadly, in June it reverses direction.
I have my own personal little Stonehenge!
And speaking of dates, today is doubly significant. Today, way back in 1980, in a small office in California, The Company offered me a job. I took their offer on the spot (and cancelled the interview I had elsewhere later). Today, as far as TC is concerned, I turned 33.
And the post’s title? That’s how many working days I have left (as of today) if I follow through on my plans to retire. Which, as that old Eight Ball used to say, all indicators point to. I find myself feeling a little guilty sometimes. I was just hired by this guy last September, and in June I’ll do a runner. Usually the protocol is to give someone two years. It’s just fair.
But then I actually go to work and realize how much I hate almost every aspect of it. Today also marks the four-month point, and when I look back at what (stinkin’ little) I’ve accomplished in that time… well, fuck me!
In life, sure, but I am not used to being this ineffective at work, and it’s making me really miserable (and cutting into my blogging time). This is not how I wanted to end a 33-year career.