I’m generous with everything except for my time. there’s some pseudo- intellectual mumbo-jumbo to be spouted about how it’s the only thing you can’t get back, but it’s not as well thought out as all that.
I’m honored to know some folk, whom I hold in very high regard, who have made enough with their lives to be comfortable. the thing that makes me respect them the most is how generous they are with their time.
ever wonder why dishes and toilets are made of the same material? I just did.
What is it about writing code that makes everyone want to be barefoot? i never believed it till i started writing more code, but it’s true. And even moreso on carpeted flooring. Something about the texture activates that part of the brain. Keeps me awake and focused to feel the nubbles on the soles of my feet.
Wacky.
just overheard the funniest conversation between a young boy and his mother. they were arguing over whether or not he turned one year old in 1998. the boy was saying that he was, because he was born in 1997. the mother was saying he wasn’t, because he’s eleven now, and that was ten years ago. he asked, “if not, then how old was I?” “I don’t know,” she answered. “because I was one!” “no you weren’t.”
that kid was so confused, and I’ve got a feeling it’s just beginning.
note: today happens to be dec 31 ‘08, which somehow makes it funnier about the mom’s whiff.
I was thinking about the difference in how men and women react to different stimuli… mostly of the “gross” or “distasteful” type. there’s the common idea that women in general shy away, and men have no fear. while there is certainly truth to that generalization, whether it’s societal or a fact of gender isn’t part of this thought. what does interest me is more how the perception of that reaction related to the internal reaction. it may be the people I know, but while everyone is willing to tackle any problem, their way of accepting usually falls within the “girls think it’s icky and boys think it’s cool” when getting a task. the interesting twist is that each sex seems to enjoy the task equally afterwards. is it that girls put up a front after to seem tough? or guys put up a front at the start for the same reason? or maybe, hopefully, everyone appreciates a moment independently and personally, and we just have ways of handling experiences that help us feel comfortable.
Today Darren Aronofsky came to speak about The Wrestler. i was so slammed that i didn’t think i’d be able to make it to the screening, but i reminded myself that that was the reason i was working here in the first place. Sure sure, making them is tremendous fun and all, but the whole reason is to watch the finished product. The Wrestler was a winner, and the Q&A was great; he’s got a good way of describing the experiences of set and film production that stays informative without being pedantic or overly cerebral. Afterwards, i introduced myself andi gave him a copy of Alone, and i was self-conscious about my hands being too clammy because that damn theatre’s always freezing.
Well, i’m up at some silly hour, and what am i doing? i’m working on a patent for work. Hooray for me. What defines a billable hour anymore?
