Happy Birthday Ev! Ev just told me he’s 28, and I’ll be 28 in October, and a thought popped into my head that made me shudder. When my parents were 27 and 28, my dad was the only parent that had to work (not that two parents shouldn’t work, I’m just amazed they paid the bills on one person’s salary), they owned a nice home in Southern California, and they were having their second child (me).
Man, times have changed…
My last day so far has been great. I pulled in at 11am, went off to a 2 hour lunch where I was showered with goofy gifts, and with a couple hours of project wrapup work left, I’ll be cleanly separating from UCLA forever. I’m no longer sad about it. It feels a lot like college graduation.
Today I leave a place where training and growth was the focus over the last two years, Monday I start at a place where I can demonstrate and use everything I’ve been learning for the last five years. And going from working at a college to a “real” job makes the graduation analogy that much more real.
Everyone’s pointing to pics of Ev for his special day. This is one of my favorites that I snapped a while back. Happy birthday, monkeyboy.
Dammit! I can’t find Code Rush playing on any of my local PBS stations tonight. Maybe I should break down and buy the dang video instead.
Globalization kicks ass. Tonight I was icqing a friend in Nicaragua about someone I know in Costa Rica that I haven’t emailed in ages, but it turns out he hung out with Ev and Meg today in SF, and may be moving there. My friend in Nicaragua may be moving to LA, but I’m going to SF to be with Ev and Meg at Pyra, and I guess I’ll finally get to meet Beto if he moves there.
You know what I love about farmers’ markets? After you’ve been walking around in one for a few minutes, you’re surrounded by beautiful fruits, vegetables, flowers, loaves of bread, and juices of all kinds, and the sounds and smells of the city disappear. You forget you’re in the middle of a closed street, covered in concrete, normally clogged with traffic, angry drivers, and noise. Everyone seems nicer, everyone looks great, and everything smells terrific.
You buy your bundle of flowers and tray of strawberries, and as you reach the end of the market, you’re suddenly thrust back into something that’s unmistakably Los Angeles. I often forget how great those markets are.
Computers are just machines: they’re bundles of transitors, resistors, electricity and nothing more, right?
Try removing every personal setting and application from a computer you’ve been using for a long period of time. There’s lots of backing up, ftping, uninstalling, deleting, and then all the settings on everything have to be reset. It’s a lot harder than it sounds. I wish it were as easy as a “remove me” button somewhere in the control panel.
Today’s the day I finally went out and bought some banker’s boxes. All that’s left to do now is remove two years of belongings from my office and fit it into four boxes. Oh, and I have to try not to get sad or cry at the same time.
It’s not going to be a good day.
I love the new Powazek.com redesign. The new, open layout looks downright refreshing compared to the old frameset. It looks like Derek will be writing longer entries or posting more often, which is certainly a good thing.
And to top off my great day on the slopes, I had dinner with Crazy Uncle Joe. The man is an unrecognized genius.