I’ve collected a few of my Medium posts that have resonated with a wide range of readers.
Ever since I was a young boy, I’ve loved earning my own money. Paper route, pizza delivery, lawn mowing, etc. My goals were simple, make enough money to buy the crap I wanted that my parents (rightfully so) wouldn’t waste their money on.
As I grew older, I had similar financial goals: make enough money to put a little away each month for a down payment on a house, be able to make the house payment, buy a car, take a vacation now and then, etc. …
When I heard someone ask that question my first thought was “What a dick.”
But I sat there for a minute and it hit me like a ton of bricks: that’s a great way to bring focus into my life.
I put some dedicated thought to the question and came up with a list of things I’d like to accomplish before I expire.
List in hand, I considered each one, and asked myself another question:
“If I didn’t do this today, and died overnight, would I care (if I could)?”
One by one, items dropped off the list until only one remained. …
In addition to being plain old weird, I also sat in my room writing stories.
I was a hobbit. I was broke. And I sat in my room writing software and short stories.
Since I had no college degree, I convinced myself that I’d never get hired as a computer programmer, so I took an inventory of my skills (that’s what a book in the library told me I needed to do) and decided:
Good thing my parents felt bad for me or I’d have starved to death.
It’s like talking except you scribble (type?) it down for others to see, potentially long after you’re gone depending on how this whole digital world thing pans out over time. …
“If it’s not exceptional, why do it?”
Why do we drink bad whiskey? Smoke shitty cigars, spend time with people that we can’t stand, and eat food that we know is bad for us?
Is it because we need to fill the void with anything at all?
And when I say we, I mean me.
What? Dude I have plenty of time left. Right? Oh, wait. You’re right. I’m 55, you’re 56, and you’ve been thinking about this haven't you?
Why do I plan, but then fail to execute today? Because I can get on it tomorrow, or the week after next. And 10 years from now life is going to be so much better. …
Politics is a fools game. Especially in America because if We were truly united toward common human goals and desires, D.C. would lose all power. So, we remain divided. Argue all you want, but there is one party and it will do whatever it needs to do to regain and stay in power.
First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a Jew. …
I’ve been working in the tech field, as full time professional programmer, since around 1993. Yes, I get paid to do something that’s also my hobby and it’s awesome.
Ever since I can remember, there has been talk on the sidelines about unionizing tech workers. I’m not even sure how these conversations start. But people do like to bitch over coffee. So maybe that’s it?
When I would hear people talk about organizing, I’d always think the same thing:
Who the fuck would want to be part of a union?
Have I occasionally been treated like shit over the years? You bet. Did I cry about it and try to find a Daddy to take care of my problems for me? No. I walked and found something better. That’s the beauty of the modern world. …
Am I the only one that was drifting through the last few years, enjoying life for the most part, but with a nagging voice in the back of my head that kept whispering “This can’t go on forever”?
Conspicuous consumption. When we already had more than some could ever dream of, and then throwing away what we grew tired of without ever using.
Social media addiction fueled by the need for attention from people you don’t even know. Putting on a happy face, with a beautiful smile, crinkly nose, and squinting eyes, to show the world that all is good with you and your family, while behind the scenes you were yelling at your kids to smile or else. …
The first Monday of 2021 started off with plumbers arriving at my house at 9:30 AM to start installing new water pipes in the basement. My house was built in 1997 and apparently the copper plumbing (which I thought would last a lifetime) have started corroding. Pinhole leaks have been appearing, I’ve been trying to fix, but it’s just gotten worse. $2,000 to replace what is exposed, and will do the rest of the house later. I wanted to make this “the next owners problem”, but in all likelihood wouldn’t be able to sell the house with shitty pipes. FML.
Staff meeting at 1030, the usual nonsense. Telework will be the norm until sometime in the summer because it will probably be “safe” by then. OK. …