Quick Update

In no particular order:

• Spammers strike again. I suppose I should put some of my professional acumin behind solving this problem for real. For now a quick database query wipes out 1466 of the buggers. Nofollow links to follow. (Update: drumm informs me that there are security patches; I am lazy so way behind; hopefully we do better now)
• I’m getting lined up for some Vacay at the end of July. Gonna head up to oregon and see a lovely couple who hate the state get an unlikely official ceremony, see some fam, etc. Should be good.
• This week I’m down in SF for some of the old wheelin’ and dealin’. Weather is beautiful, and with a few tweaks and a little luck, I’ll be driving my pickup truck back to the HC next weekend.
• You know what’s cool? zip-lining between redwood trees.
• You know what’s not cool? Getting shot protesting a rigged election.
• And on that tip, this is nerdly facinating.

• I spent the latter part of my day here wrangling together some work details, have to get up at my earlymorning best, and unfortunately as a result am missing out on the hottest neo-vaudville show in town over at Amnesia. Sad but true.

Anyway, life is good overall. Busy busy as ever. I’ll have insightful and interesting things to say about life the universe and everything sometime soon. The sun came out this morning, and it smelled like summer (Solistice, bitches). There was a little wind, and standing on my side-porch heading out to the garage to get my bag together I stopped to listen to the wind chimes sing out their soft, random, pointless, haunting song.

Felt some strange long continuity with lazy early childhood summer days, sticking around in bed to read the biography of Willie Mays. It’s a trend. I’ve been having flashes of insight or vision, moments of stronger perspective — possibly a bit hippy-dippy — in which I am reminded of the beauty and ephemerality of this stream of moments that make up our lives. Kitchen singalongs and steamed up windows are small things, but small things are in the end what generally make us the most happy, when they’re right.