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For my next trick...
Dec. 8th, 2012 01:48 pmI have several neurons running, and am attempting to boot the brain despite one of them being rather unhappy.
It's connected to the nerve that exits my spine between C2 and C3 on the left side, the one that gets pinched if the muscles in the back of my neck go into spasm. The muscles are *not* in spasm; good so far -- they're a bit sore, but not actively causing trouble. And I find myself wishing for a Talmudic-style text control, so trivial irrelevancies like this could be off in the margin in six-point type while I move on to more worthwhile stuff. I doubt you get much value out of listening to the noises associated with my startup sequence.
I now have a room in Portland, with longstanding friends Sean and Nikki. Sean is trans, and has put up with my curiousity about that with excellent grace; I still don't understand it, but that's *my* problem, not hirs. I have a number of potential job leads, and a good idea of how to go about actually turning at least one of them into an actual job. (Given that my field is project management, there's no prohibition about turning *more* than one into a job at the same time, if I feel like working that hard. But I don't.)
I attended the Portland Occupy Elder's Caucus yesterday; Jack DePue facilitated, and did a good job of so doing despite the fact that I personally wasn't happy with it. To actually effect the social and moral change we want to see, it will be necessary to work with extraordinarily fine precision -- almost exactly like writing recalcitrant code, in fact. And most of the discussion was one form or another of emotional venting, which does not in and of itself get code written. But code rarely gets written at meetings; it tends to get written by coders sitting alone in their cubicles when the rest of the building is empty -- though with the advent of close-to-ubiquitous internet and laptops, that tends to be anywhere there's a warm seat available for the rental of a cup of coffee.
There were at least two other potential coders at the meeting, and I have their contact data. Which for me was the purpose of the meeting. I'll have to attend again, at irregular intervals, in case more potential coders show up. But I don't need to hit *all* the meetings. And I won't.
The evening before I rode with the Portland Bike Swarm to a protest of the proposed coal-shipment plan that would run coal barges down the Columbia River through town to get shipped off to China. I already wrote Congressman Pete about what a lousy idea this is, about which he agrees, and I don't have the time to dedicate to the research to do more about that.
I *am* interested in doing more with and/or about the Bike Swarm, though. More about that after I corral the dissenting neuron.
It's connected to the nerve that exits my spine between C2 and C3 on the left side, the one that gets pinched if the muscles in the back of my neck go into spasm. The muscles are *not* in spasm; good so far -- they're a bit sore, but not actively causing trouble. And I find myself wishing for a Talmudic-style text control, so trivial irrelevancies like this could be off in the margin in six-point type while I move on to more worthwhile stuff. I doubt you get much value out of listening to the noises associated with my startup sequence.
I now have a room in Portland, with longstanding friends Sean and Nikki. Sean is trans, and has put up with my curiousity about that with excellent grace; I still don't understand it, but that's *my* problem, not hirs. I have a number of potential job leads, and a good idea of how to go about actually turning at least one of them into an actual job. (Given that my field is project management, there's no prohibition about turning *more* than one into a job at the same time, if I feel like working that hard. But I don't.)
I attended the Portland Occupy Elder's Caucus yesterday; Jack DePue facilitated, and did a good job of so doing despite the fact that I personally wasn't happy with it. To actually effect the social and moral change we want to see, it will be necessary to work with extraordinarily fine precision -- almost exactly like writing recalcitrant code, in fact. And most of the discussion was one form or another of emotional venting, which does not in and of itself get code written. But code rarely gets written at meetings; it tends to get written by coders sitting alone in their cubicles when the rest of the building is empty -- though with the advent of close-to-ubiquitous internet and laptops, that tends to be anywhere there's a warm seat available for the rental of a cup of coffee.
There were at least two other potential coders at the meeting, and I have their contact data. Which for me was the purpose of the meeting. I'll have to attend again, at irregular intervals, in case more potential coders show up. But I don't need to hit *all* the meetings. And I won't.
The evening before I rode with the Portland Bike Swarm to a protest of the proposed coal-shipment plan that would run coal barges down the Columbia River through town to get shipped off to China. I already wrote Congressman Pete about what a lousy idea this is, about which he agrees, and I don't have the time to dedicate to the research to do more about that.
I *am* interested in doing more with and/or about the Bike Swarm, though. More about that after I corral the dissenting neuron.
