I spent the holiday working on some designs and some other stuff but managed to spend some evenings in the company of local poet friends and heaps of good food and drink. Awesome. Bourbon is a hammer to my head.
Speaking of head, I watched Jarhead last night and liked it pretty good. I like a war movie that has no action. I didn't mind the obvious nods to preceeding war movies either. A bunch of buff young guys losing their minds in the desert. Sounds right.
Saturday morning I woke up on the couch about 5am and it was pouring rain which hadn't happened around here in many weeks. Floyd awoke at the same time as me, his sleepy face smooshed and sweet. He lay in my lap and we had a nice time watching the sunrise and rain through the window. I felt in tune with all things and especially with the cat. I suspect this was a religious moment I've heard other folks mention.
I'm having a hard time getting into the day job. I've taken over editorship of my company's intranet magazine and am now covering the beat from Shanghai to Sunnyvale. But there's not much to scoop, really, and what there is I simply don't understand. It's not that electrical engineers and microprocessor marketers are boring, it's just that every one I have ever met or worked with is. Just the facts.
I've put up quite a few new letters at the letters blog (see top right column for link). I cannot remember what is authentic and what is bullshit anymore. The way I like it.
There is some effing news I want to tell you about but that'll have to wait. Now I teleconference with the west coast about more shit I don't understand nor care about. Big smiles around the polycom. Big fuckin smiles.