I’m toying with my options since the announcement that I’m about to be charged for the space I use for this web site. Alas, nothing lasts forever, especially when it’s free. In my research I’ve discovered an intriguing possibility, one that I may pursue regardless if I keep my site here or not: registering my own domain name. Maybe someday you’ll be ignoring these entries at www.johnkauffman.net!

“Do you miss college?” The question came out of nowhere. I was at work, and out of the blue one of my coworkers popped the question on me while I was assisting with a computer problem. Do I miss college? “Yeah, I miss college; but I don’t miss the lectures”, I answered. I’m laying in bed, the morning after, and I remember the question. Do I miss college? Yeah, I really do. My college years were a turning point in my life. It was where I discovered I had some value as a person. It was where I discovered I CAN . It was where I discovered that someone else (other than family) saw something desirable in me. It was where my wife and I found a spark, and where the ensuing fire took hold. Do I miss college? Yeah, I really do, but would I go back? No. There’s too much that I’ve discovered since that I would have to give up. So no, I wouldn’t go back.

I’m holding an empty water bottle in my hands. The only difference between this bottle and the bottle that was sitting on my desk is that the one on my desk was not empty, not quite anyway. About two mouthfuls of water and five minutes separate the two. For the last two hours, I’ve been looking at the mostly empty bottle of water. I’ve been at work and I’ve been thirsty, but I’ve been thinking about a commute home and the possible need to wash down some headache relief somewhere between “Point A” and “Point B”, so the bottle has sat there unfinished despite my thirst. Just before deciding to leave for the day I decided to throw caution to the wind and finish off the water. I resolve to keep the bottle due to Beth’s affinity for drinking things out of bottles and my desire to recycle. I was putting the bottle in my bag when I notice another bottle already inside. The only difference between the bottle in my hand and the bottle in my bag is that one is full. It was just that kind of day.