FWIW, nobody gives a damn about 47. Just an FYI. But that’s OK. Because a friend is celebrating her somethingth and I’m flying out to SFO for the occasion later this month. AFK. BBIAB.
Started my birthday on a conference call, waiting to unplug a rack of servers and move them to another corner of town. Four hours later, the project was a success. Wrapped up the event by driving a pair of customers to their hotel, dropping off a coworker at the office, and heading home to consume […]
Every day I’m dying, figuratively speaking. Ossifying. I’d like to think that I’m a vivacious operative of my own destiny, but that’s not exactly the case. If you don’t know what to make of that, you’re not 44. It does me no service to look back and see where I may have gone wrong, or […]
On Wednesday I turned a corner into another year. What have I got? After running for the past week with south-by, of going, of reacting, of trying to hunt for distraction, of taking care of business, I took the birthday off and had what looked like a typical Saturday. Slept in, made breakfast, got a […]
The past week has been one of meeting my limits and deciding that I had no choice but to push through them. I’ve had to start riding my bike as my sole mode of transportation because, as many of you know, my car was T-boned by a Suburban with a cattle guard last week while […]