October 4th, 2010
I have many a talented friend doing many an awesome thing. In spite of this, I very rarely advertise a friend's work. For the most part, I'm not really the right channel to reach the people interested and they've usually got a handle on it.
It's with that in mind that I'd like to point you at my friend beethatbumbles's
necklace sale and earring sale.
This is certainly her simpler work. If you'd like something more elaborate, I'd encourage you to ask her if she would do it for you.
I did that about three years ago for the girl I was planning to marry and the work was absolutely second-to-none. It would have taken a phone call for a professional jeweler in LA with a very good business on Burbank (and, oh yeah, I'm related to him) to do it and I chose her work.
I don't think nearly enough people know of her work. That's part of the reason I've taken the time to mention it. The real reason though is that I'd like to share her work with you.
Speaking of weddings, my cousin is getting married this weekend!
Plus side: I'll be able to finally see him. I haven't actually seen him for over a decade. I almost spoke to him in rather funny circumstances.
I tend to be a sociable person and one evening, a woman called me up from a number I didn't recognize. She knew my name and I spent the better part of the phone call probing for details that might enlighten me as to who she was. About 30 minutes later, we hung up with the promise to hang out again sometime soon and I still hadn't the vaguest hint of who she was.
You, reader, have the advantage of me. You know it's related to my cousin. I didn't have a hope in Hell of guessing who it was. I know a lot of people, but I treasure my memory above most things and here was someone whose identity I couldn't even guess at despite my best efforts at wheedling out some information!
I mentioned this mystery to a couple of people as an amusement. The next morning. I received a call. Well -- to be exact, my voicemail did from an unknown number. It turned out it was my cousin. He, at some point, worked with someone whose parents had excellent taste in names. This girl was apparently fond of him, so while my cousin was driving her home, she started paging through his cellphone and gave "him" a call.
He explained the mess and said we should hang out at some point. One way or another, we're both far too busy.
(I do wish I'd kept that message. It was hilarious.)
The unfortunate bit is that it's in San Francisco and I am not at all enthused by the concept of having to visit that city again.
Still -- it's my cousin, yeah?
I feel like I'm finally doing some good, honest work at work. It takes a while to get past the point where you're asking all the questions that everyone else asked and you're starting to retain information that most other people don't. I'm also starting to work on some unique things in virtualization. The platform is almost everything I'd hoped it would be. I just wish I could start carrying one with me.
I had a lot more that I was going to write about and my train of thought was pretty much atom-bombed by zetshia_gudani, so the rest of this is going to be crap.
Still, you've stuck with it this long, so maybe you can't tell the difference.
I find more and more that focus is what allows one to create good work. You really have to sit down and put away everything else so that you can properly concentrate on it. I remember I didn't feel that way when I was in college -- I once wrote a program which would switch my terminal around every so often, depending on how often I was typing.
The idea was that when I stopped working, it was probably because I was thinking about it. More often than not when a programmer stops typing, it's because he needs to step back from the situation and reconsider it. What's frightening is the tendency for the right solutions to come to you when you aren't even working on the problem at hand. You'll be in the middle of a board game night with friends and out of the blue, the protocol you should be using will come to you. Take 20 minutes to hack it up and there you are -- even though it may have been three weeks since you initially promised to get it done.
This could be common to other humans. I, frankly, have no idea.
I think that's a lot of the reason why I've started to appreciate books like "Amusing Ourselves to Death" by Neil Postman. There really is a point where you realize that there's a right way to get things done and that there really are no substitutes. I think that's part of the reason why I'm starting to really pick up my anti-texting, anti-smart phone philosophy again. I just don't want to be one of those people who can only concentrate on something for 5 minutes before some tweets or texts or whatever. I want to get things done. Then I want to hang out. Y'know?
There was a Dilbert cartoon where this character stayed up all night writing a presentation. At some point, late in the evening, an Incan monkey god explained everything to him while he frantically wrote it out. The character finishes with "And now I just need to find someone who can translate his beautiful, rhyming language."
Scott Adams's take on it was "Some people really don't understand how much a lack of sleep affects them.
Part of me thinks "Hey, it could be a product of getting older." I'm choosing to think that it's a product of being sick. I've been shamefully typoing things lately. Internet brain, don't spare the rod if you catch one of those. Pretty please?
Well -- all in all, I don't think that turned out too bad. It got choppy there for a bit. I bet my tenses are all weirded out from where I was halfway through edits. Sorry about that. In true, Japanese-anime style, let me promise you that I'll do much better next time!
Or, as I once was in Junior High:
If we have unearned luck
to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends 'ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call:
So good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends
and Robin shall restore amends.
Postscript: I need to do something about that Secret Project. It's beginning to fester and smell.
Thank you, Phil! What a nice thing to wake up to. :) It really means a lot to me to read such things.
You earn every one of those good words and a thousand besides.