Four friends went to Tom Brown Park in Tallahassee. They walked, talked and one even took some pictures. The things you’d expect. The back stretch along the railroad tracks was longer than they expected, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable. For some reason one of them started running. I think it started to drizzle. Soon all four were running and screaming a bit. Four awesome 20-somethings were running and screaming through the woods.
Not sure why, but I’ve stumbled across some amazing essays this week. Of course, they’re written by people involved in technology and design, but I’m pretty sure you’ll find the advice sound.
I’ve read many essays about the “top ten things I’ve learned in my lifetime”, but this one is the best.
I always thought not taking compliments too strongly to heart was a side-effect of being humble, and a sure way to avoid having too large of an ego.
It’s all just a game to your socks. You put them on the pile of clothes and start carrying it to the other room, but they always jump off. For spite.
I like it when coffee shops provide ad-supported internet access so you can get to the ad-supported internet.
On halloween, while handing out candy, some older man told me this house was once inhabited by a relative of Disney. I didn’t really care, but that would explain why our attic and walls are frequented by rats.
The key to self-confidence might be to pick battles you can win. Then perhaps one day you’ll be far enough on the positive side of things to be able to deal with failure without going into depression.
As I age I seem to be getting more idealistic rather than jaded.
Life should be easier Things should be simpler Stress should be less Time should be more Quality should be up Cost should be low appropriate Depression should be nil There should be hills, and trees, and birds, and nature, and beauty There should be plenty for all There should be less excess, less waste Injustices should be reversed with haste There should be efficiency And consideration for you and me Idealistic, yes.
A few weeks ago I had a dream that I was being let go from my job because I wasn’t a fast enough coder. Also had a dream that my rental house was twice as big and had a secret upstairs level where my landlords and their kids were playing/living occasionally.
I think I was most disappointed that the first one wasn’t true. There’s nothing quite like the panic that unemployment brings.