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of August people. I thought I would sneak one more under the wire. I'm watching the weather channel and Jim Cacciatore(?) talk about shrimp boat captains staying with the boat and riding out the hurricane. The boat is their livelihood. I wish them, and anyone else in harm's way, well. Now noticing how many times the phrase "harm's way" is used the night before a hurricane hits. Tomorrow is Labor day and I will labor to find another building in which to labor. Tonight I'm staying in the ships and rocks room. I want to steal this sailboat. I've been reading lots of other blogs and am amazed about how much and how well and how intimate some random people can write. I like to keep Constant Reader at arm plus broomstick's length. I was at a cookout today and ate way too much food but it was good and I did help people move this weekend, somewhat unexpectedly, and that should warrant extra calories though maybe not the brownie and ice cream. Well, that should about wrap up this the last and lamest post of August. See you in September and Happy Labor Day people!

QotD

"I'm an old man but I will return to Abkhazia," he vowed. "Russian, Georgians, Ossetians — we should all be living in peace together, like we did under Stalin."

Poor

Of little importance is the loss of such things as wealth. But a terrible thing is to lose wisdom. Of little importance is the gaining of such things as wealth. Great is the importance of gaining wisdom.
- Buddha

Kerouac, On the Road

So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.

No!

Less than two months after an ATV accident on his Charlottesville area farm, Dave Matthews Band saxophonist LeRoi Moore has died from unexpected complications stemming from his injuries, according to numerous internet reports. On June 30, Moore was seriously injured while riding his all terrain vehicle on his farm outside Charlottesville. Initially listed in critical condition, Moore was released from the hospital several weeks later, only to return to UVA medical center on July 21, reportedly with complications from a collapsed lung.

According to a release from the Dave Matthews Band publicist on TMZ.com, Moore died unexpectedly today in Los Angeles at Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center, where he had recently returned “to begin an intensive physical rehabilitation program.”

letting go

The more I work on my resume and search for a new job, the more I realize that I might have to leave software to find happiness. But software has taken good care of me these last 14 years. Considering what a life in hardware (what I actually got a degree in) would have led to, I should be thankful (I didn't so much earn that degree as survive it. That story could be filed under another post titled 'shame'). But we've grown apart, software and me. I'd like to see her now and again, but not every day. And yet the thought of starting over with something else is terrifying. I'm having a hard enough time writing a software resume, Buddha help me if I have to write a resume for something I don't have much experience with. Maybe I can find a rebound job that would ease the transition from software to ??? In this market, is it wise to go looking for something new? You could easily be left in the cold, outside software's window, begging to get back in for a hot meal and a shower. O government software, how could I ever leave your warmth and comfort in this time of uncertainty and strife? Forgive me!

down at the old choke and puke

I watched them clean the grease traps and I knew, like you know a good melon. I took a last swig of burnt coffee from a thick diner mug and motioned to the waitress to bring me the check please and the price of everything has gone up. Reached into the ever shrinking wallet and pulled out a few bills plus tip, left them on the counter under that mug. I looked around the room as I turned towards the door. In the booth by the door, a man younger than myself sat alone holding a note in his left hand. And I knew what I had to do.

Redemption

Is coming.

Bob Dylan wrote

Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece.

Amen brother