Ramble tagged 'Working'

I shaved me noggin, I did.

So I may have a hard time convincing you that I’ve been flat out coding and fine-tuning the new site, getting approval from the ISP (InMotion), getting feedback from existing customers, catching up on casting for Brute, maintaining Gruff House correspondence, etc. You may just think I’m full of shit and that all I’ve been doing is looking at half-naked (well, full-naked in some cases) clips of boys all day, making lil squares out of them and sticking them on this page.

But here’s how that really works; I get so focused on our projects that my RSS reader (and email, and friends, and family) is neglected all month, so by the time it’s over there’s around 7000 unread blog posts. Eventually I get sick of looking at that count going up, so I spend a day browsing through them all, bookmark stuff I likes then schedule them in a month’s worth of posts.

So while it may appear as though life is casual and I’m just browsing the inter web all day, at the minute it’s not, and I don’t.

If you’re sick of photos / talk of coffee, food and alcohol you can probably start tuning out. These things keep me running, what can I say.

This mug has managed to follow me around since the early days of my working life. I first purchased it because it helped to have such a preposterous thing to use every day in an environment I probably would have described as soul-crushing at the time. The world of fluorescent-lit office boxes is a hard pill to swallow for an idealistic university student; the realisation that a good proportion of the who and where you thought you were heading to was way off the mark. The terrifying thought that those boxes may well be a good proportion of the rest of your life. It’s all been covered by countless books, movies and such and anyway, we’re not talking about that, we’re talking about a coffee mug.

This mug has sat at the back of various cupboards for years, made it’s way to Jon’s house and became a pencil holder some time in ’06 (I think), sat on a shelf in San Francisco for a year and then back in a cupboard here in Portland.

I’ve avoided using it in recent years because it has a dubious vibe about it; a reminder of one of the odd ways one finds to deal with shitty periods of life. But I got it out the other day because I wanted a whole lot of coffee and it holds a whole lot of coffee, and all it made me think of was how content I am with where I’ve ended up. I took the wrong road but ended up in the right place anyway.

Cheesy perhaps, but that’s what it makes me think. So the old tall blue mug is back in circulation.

More importantly, what I meant to pass on when I clicked “new post”; I’m trying the Sumatra Blue Batak beans from Wholefoods. Very very good, but Trader Joe’s Sumatran may be just a little better, and cheaper.

Cheaper and better. Imagine that.