I have to remind myself not to get too discouraged by work. Ultimately, I will not allow it to be my future, because retiring as a careerist administrator like so many with whom I work would by necessity end with me, barbituates, booze, razor blades and tears of regret. So, I should be there in the present, but not let work dull me or discourage me.

Shout out to my clan, especially my uncle for filling in down below some details of vague prejudices I don’t understand. At the end of the day, I think my uncle has a point about the certain rat bastardness that runs through my Boston Irish people. Who the fuck cares if some immigrants took the northern route?

Planning a trip to New York City next week. I haven’t been there since September 9, 2001. Besides the obvious shift in world politics a few days later, I’m not sure I would recognize the person I was just that short time ago. So much has happened since, both personally and globally.

The point of the trip is, of course, to be with M. Come check him out at LinuxWorld. ( I wonder if I should tell him this is my third trip to NYC on account of a boy. I guess the concept of “three’s a charm” will rule supreme.)

I don’t sleep enough. I also don’t stab morons enough or hand out bitch slaps with wild abandon enough. I guess it’s all about adaptation.