Today: an angry rant. Read no more if you know what’s’ good for you. If I heeded what I knew was good for me, I’d not write this. Today, I don’t care.
I have always striven to take people for who they are, and generally judge them only when I have to — and even then, only based on the outcomes of their actions. I couldn’t care less where, when, to whom, how, or what you were born. Unless you are a surgeon about to cut me open, or in a similarly specialized field, I don’t care how much education … Read the rest
Blick ins spiegel – was siehst du da?
weis ganz nichts.
es sieht allgemein aus
und recht bekannt
aber kann nicht sagen das ich ihn kenne
was will er?
was ist er?
wer ist er?
ich glaubte, ich konnte es raus puzzeln
ich glaubte falsch.
I sat to write from deep inside
To plumb the depths down in my mind
To analyze what festers there
Then sort it out and solace find
But looking in and peering 'round
Find jumbled masses in a rage
Each voice insisting it's the one
Demanding freedom from this cage
Retreat with haste and turn the key
No wiser than I was before
Close me up with bolt and lock
Scared to e're reopen that door
I wish I knew how it came to be
That various bits and parts of me
Creak and grind incessantly
as if I were full ninety-three
I’ve spent most of the last few months working with a customer to define a project. They came to us knowing that the scope and requirements weren’t well defined, and asking for our expert opinion to help them simultaneously develop the experiment they wanted to carry out and the hardware to conduct it on. And, do all of this on a very short time-frame. We signed up to the challenge, believing they believed in us and that we would be successful in overcoming the current shortfalls.
As the last several months have dragged painfully on, we have made almost no … Read the rest
A little while ago, I came across a picture on the internet that showed a garage where the door had been opened to reveal a wall of snow completely filling the opening, and a snow blower sitting in the garage. On the wall of snow there were three letters in spray paint — FML. Shorthand for the rather crude phrase, “Fu*k My Life.” At the time I chuckled. All of us have that thought from time to time, I expect. Most people don’t actually believe it.
Unfortunately, much of the time I think that thought and mean it. At the … Read the rest
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything outside of my day job. Life has been too busy and challenging to spend much time on anything other than getting from point A to point B. I expect I’ll write more on that later, when the terms of my probation/conditional release/whatever are actually expired and I am free to fully speak my mind. In the meantime, I’m saving a few thoughts for later.
As I write this, the world is deeply immersed in the mass-panic that is COVID-19. In the last week or so, politicians too scared to accept the risk … Read the rest
Driving drunk is dangerous. Writing or saying anything while angry sometimes rises to that same level.
Drive to be productive,
Time to be creative,
Focus to be innovative.
Success that pushes forward,
Progressing toward complete,
Till the vision is realized.
And now it stands finished,
But no one but me cares to see -
My voice doesn't matter here.
Creation stalls out cold,
Wasted work mocks new hope,
And shouts it's nothing new.
(2018) I just received my first rejection letter from a queried literary agent. Milestone achieved. Now, the wait to see if there are any who think my attempt at a novel could possibly be profitable.
(January 2019): Make that three, and the time has elapsed where I’m extremely unlikely to hear back from any of the others. Looks like a failed attempt all around. I guess I just overestimated my ability.
(October 2019): I decided to submit to a new list of potential agents. Same result as before. A few summary rejections. The rest was silence. I’m giving up on … Read the rest