Sad day in the neighborhood

Mr. Rogers died today.
Like everybody else for the last 30 years or so, I used to watch him every day on TV. I may have seen his first season, I guess it would have been around the time I started watching. I must have sat on the floor in my living room in the house in Portland, watching on our old black and white TV. I don't remember that. I just remember him telling me that he likes me just the way I am. An important message to a lot of us. And I remember Mr. Trolley and King Friday the 13th.

I hadn't thought about him for years, of course, other than last month when my computer decided to turn on his show early one morning. Which was pretty cool, now I'm really glad I got that one last chance to see him before he left, as it were.

Anyway, farewell Mr. Rogers. You left the neighborhood more beautiful than you found it, while you were passing through. May we all do as much.

Working and travelling

This is the right way to write code. Sitting in my sweats and tshirt on my living room couch, cat at my side, computer in my lap. Breaking to make lunch and watch Stargate SG-1.

I'm working from home today because the cable company's coming by to pick up their box.

Tomorrow afternoon, I'm travelling up to Portland for the weekend. Can't wait.
Gonna go see Outrage, again thanks to Amritarosa, on Saturday. Look forward to discussing it with 31seel :-)

Which reminds me, I need to make arrangements to get somewhere from the airport. Can someone pick me up? (Solis93?) and can someone lend me a couch on Friday night (or Saturday morning, I'll probably be up most of Friday night), one on Saturday night, and a ride to my parents house near Sunset highway and 217 on Sunday morning?

Night off

I can't shake this feeling that there's something I should be doing. But my laundry's done, I'm packed for the weekend. I don't have anything pressing for GWoB, and I finished today's testing for Vodafone.

Maybe it's just that it's my first night off for over a month. Nothing to do. Well, there is a lot I could be doing, but none of it's urgent, and I ain't doing it. I'm relaxing and watching Atlantis: The Lost Empire, instead. This is a good way to spend an evening.

"Two for flinching"

C is so totally Aubrey.

Progress, change, and stagnation

Everybody reading this lives in a world that has changed radically from when they were young. And they were brought up to believe this is normal. Of course the world you live in isn't the one your parents grew up in.

But for the vast majority of humans throughout history, this hasn't been true. Nothing was expected to change. The technology you grew up with was the same technology your parents grew up with, and the same that your children would grow up with. And for most people, it probably involved poking at the ground with a sharp stick.

So what goes on there? I mean, what do people aspire to when nothing's changed in generations? I imagine clothing fashions still change, right? Do peasants dream of becoming knights? Or of owning their own land some day? Or do most people just accept that where they are in life will be where they always are? What does change? And does it change back? And what the hell do you do for fun?