So, I tend to have a lot of spare computers laying around. I’ve been able to donate most of them away for various reasons. Gave one to Jen’s Brother, gave one to my friend Trevor, and finally I just gave one of my last to this girl named Jessica today.
I haven’t used this PC for about 5 years and it’s just been sitting around at work in about 30 pieces. Given the fact that I don’t have a legit copy of Windows and the fact that I like to make things more complicated than they need to be, I decided to put linux on it.
For those that don’t know, Linux is known for being a “programmer” and “free” OS because it has traditionally been difficult to use and configure, but doesn’t cost a penny. Luckily, it’s gotten better over time and seems to be ready for common people if it’s been configured for that kind of use.
With Vista being horrible, and XP being out-dated, Linux seemed like a good choice. After all, does this look hard to use?
Kristi and I did some virtual shopping today, well, technically it was yesterday. She sent me pictures of what she will be wearing to the wedding, I sent her pictures of what I bought. I blew through about $400-500, half in birthday gift cards, half in cold hard cash. I can’t wait to see her.
It’s amazing, somehow the female spectrum of our race knows exactly how to penetrate our defenses, while also knowing how to build them up. Today, for the most part, was building. While I’m so hesitantly cautious about the future, tonight I know I will be ok, and once again have hope for the future. There were awkward moments tonight where I didn’t know what I should be doing, but the love and the friendship seemed to transcend anything that my over complication of events could have dampened.
I still stand by my logical outpourings of whys, whens, and hows, and whos; but lately, my subconscious seems to always second guess and attempts to drill down into what I REALLY want. Someday, just as it always has, life will intervene and I will find myself face to face with what I have avoided for as long as I can remember.
When that day comes, I will cherish these moments of innocence.
It’s unfair. Guys have it rough when it comes to clothes shopping in Salt Lake. Go to Banana and hope you don’t find anything too stuffy. Go to Bastile and hope you find something relatively affordable. Go to Nordstrom Rack and hope you find something not picked over. Go to normal Nordys and hope you find something not too old-man-trying-to-look-young. Go to Urban Outfitters and hope you find something that no one else has, and that won’t fall apart after one wash.
Girls in Salt Lake… go to Koo De Ker.
I call bullshit.
I’m gonna try to not get too geekified here…
I constantly struggle with where I want my career to go. Quality Engineering is a passion of trying to better peoples lives by making their jobs easier and less stressful through process evaluation. It’s about manufacturing a better product with more ease and and less time spent.
Why is Person A spending hours a day walking around the shop floor looking for their job? We can build them a report that tells them the last person that worked on the job and what department the job is in.
Reporting isn’t the main aspect of quality, but it has become a large part lately due to our new software application that our business now runs on.
My other love is Application Design. While a little more obscure, Application Design takes a specific problem, and builds a tool to solve that problem. I can be honest and say that I am new to this. I took baby steps in GUI (Graphical User Interface) design with our new software at work, but this week I took giant leaps in building an application from the ground up. I’ll be posting more on this later.
Wife: iMac – it stays at home while I go to work, gets ignored from time to time.
Girlfriend: Macbook – its what I spend the majority of my time with, and it gets tossed around unfairly.
Mistress: Espresso Machine – what excites me in the morning, and keeps me awake when I shouldn’t be awake.
Secretary: iPhone – it keeps my life organized and never fails me.
