Welp, I still exist. I know it has been a long time since I posted last, but hey, busy and all. So, here is an update.
Is it the fate of all things to become the fodder of wanton destruction and eventually left to silently rust under a blaring sun?
I have found, repeatedly (unfortunately, maybe), that when you are in intense crisis, you have this moment of perfect clarity, where everything else just kind of melts away, leaving you and your calamity, raw and uncut. Sometimes this serves to help you manage to steer clear of complete failure; sometimes it just gives you a minute to reflect on what you have done wrong before failure sets in.
Well, today, I had a moment of complete clarity.
I was invited to go on a motorcycle ride with Chrissy and Sam, who ride a Honda CBR 650 and a Yamaha R1 respectively. These are true sport bikes. My V-Strom thinks it is a sport bike, which it mostly is, but it is more correctly classed as a ‘sport touring’, which means you sit upright and don’t go as fast. I had not ridden with these guys before, but I accepted the offer and headed to Albuquerque (which I was headed to anyway for a hockey game). The ride was to go down the ‘isle of man road’, which is up in the Sandias (the mountains near Abq), and which I had never been on.
Things started out pretty well, I was in the back, with Sam leading. Trying to keep up was interesting. My bike got quite the work out. Did you know that with the restrictor plates out, you can hit 130mph in 5th gear on a V-Strom? It’s what I’ve heard from a reliable source anyway… We head up the interstate, and go to get off at Tijeras. Of course, a pickup cuts us off. What is it with drivers sometimes? Head on up the road, staying with the speed limit through the town.
We get to the other side of the town, and Sam opens it up. I have a hard time keeping up here. I glance down at the triple digits on the clock, but the bike is doing alright. Passing cars, zipping along, and then we get to the ‘deadly’ switch backs. We had been warned about the hazards here, so we enter cautiously.
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Panic. Geeez. Calm down.
I try not to be too on topic here, rather, I kind of live in the meta-ness of blogging. I imagine it is frustrating for some reading this and wondering what I am getting on about, but I can’t imagine much of anyone reads this (don’t you love self deprecating humor?) so regardless..
Panic. Today.
Just.. stuff. I have this house. I wish I didn’t sometimes. It is highly exciting to have my own house. I can drill holes here and there. Why yes, that is a motorcycle parking spot. Whatever. But… not here. It is becoming too expensive to be here these days. My main client is waffling on me, but they have been since July of last year, so it is not really a surprise. Just me trying to cope with the situation. I am honestly going to be in the lab for the next month. Tired of computers and networking and applications and configuring back ends. I’ve been doing it for so long, I feel.. I mean, honestly, only 10 years, but still. I have some lab projects to do, which would make money, I just need to MOTIVATE and do them…
Rambling, I know, so here is a merciful more link for those of you who don’t care, haha..
People. People are interesting, mostly.
Some of them are interesting because of what they think. What could be better than learning something truly unique and earth shattering from someone? Kind of a eureka moment where something just clicks for you, or changes your outlook on life.
Some of them are interesting because of what they do. You have your accepted conventions of behavior. You know what you would do in a situation, and when you run across someone who does just the opposite, and better yet, pull it off, that can really make you think hard about things.
Some of them are interesting because of what they are not. What do you expect from someone, a normal human being? What do you do when you find someone who completely does not meet this expectation?
Regardless, I know a lot of people. I’m the sort of person who likes to sit back and watch, and where I can, give a little nudge here and there and see what happens. Sure, I’ll hop in an joke around if I have the chance, but usually I’m that quiet creepy guy sitting in the corner watching. I’ve seen a bit of everyone over the years. It is all interesting.
Where the heck am I going with this?