• Not stopping

    I don’t get out much so I don’t know what much of America is like, but much of Florida is paved over with sub-divisions. I suppose it’s pretty similar to a lot of other places, considering it was colonized right around the same time much of America was suffering the blight that came to be known as “the post-war baby boom.” Coincidentally, Florida was largely uninhabitable until around this time, when residential air-conditioning became affordable to the masses.

    Where was I again?

    Right, subdivisions. Big clusters of limited access housing. No thru-ways. One way in and one way out, a maze of residential streets, with residents trapped like mice inside. I wonder why this seemed like such a good idea? Was it because folks thought they’d be isolated from the busy streets outside, making it safer for their offspring to roam free inside.

    Funny thing is, I think the opposite happened. We’re trapped inside such a big fraking mess it feels like charting a course to the new world before you even get to a point where you’re going in the right direction. Folks get impatient with all the winding roads and traffic calming stop signs… so they start ignoring them. I should know. My house sits in front of a stop sign. Sitting on my front porch, it’s not uncommon to see cars fly past at night with nary a brake-light in sight.

    I wonder if all these walls we’ve built around ourselves are doing even more harm than we thought.


  • Plucked from the most recent conversation with my wife

    “I’m thinking about kick-starting the home server project again.”

    “Why?”

    “I was thinking I’d serve up the web site and blog from home again.”

    “Why?”

    “Money’s a little tight and it’s another place we could save a little money.”

    “Why?”

    “What are you, two years old?”

    “How much money would we save?”

    “Somewhere between four and six dollars a month.”

    “And why did you shut down our server?”

    “It got to be a pain in the ass.”

    “And why do we need more pain right now?”

    I married a smart woman.

    I really should stop typing right there, but the tinkerer in me is getting that itch again. Knowing that scratching it will only make it worse isn’t nearly the deterrent it should be.


  • Plucked from the stream-of-consciousness

    It feels good to have a kick-ass, very cool brother-in-law right now. Being a neurosurgeon is just the icing on a very good cake.