“St. Louis” by Orson
Orson drew a picture for me today. He calls it “St. Louis” because his house in the picture. Behold…
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Orson drew a picture for me today. He calls it “St. Louis” because his house in the picture. Behold…
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Traci and Orson in 2005 and 2009. Sometimes the reality of it just blows my mind.
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Orson drew me a picture a couple weeks back. It’s a drawing of our house. He drew a line on it and had me write in my name for him. I took this one to work and put it up in my cube.
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So just a little background; I started working for my current employer back in December 2007. Their reporting was a mess, as were some other things, but now we’ve got a brand-new, from scratch data warehouse. Our internal team worked with an external team to build it out and it transitioned over to us officially maybe a month or so ago. Now that we’ve got it, we’re uncovering a few things that need to be fixed or re-engineered. We expected that; it was a tight deadline and we were already aware of certain areas that would required our attention once the transition occurred. Read more…
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So now that I’ve been back in “writer mode” for a bit I’m falling into the writer’s mindset again. Just about everything in life is an opportunity for reflection, even some of the most mundane things. But isn’t mundanity somewhat subjective? I feel myself wanting to write about these things, to extrapolate on them primarily, to some end that might not be obvious. I feel compelled to write something down, that transference from the brain to written word so important.
The enemies of this process-at least for me-are lack of time and distraction. The real conundrum though is when the lack of time and the distractions are spawned of one’s own choosing. For instance, my lack of time and my distractions come from my work and my family, primarily. In the case of my family I chose that, I continue to choose it, and have no regrets about choosing this distraction. They force me to interact with other humans, they keep me from becoming a recluse or a digitized version of a real person. They provide me with real life, with experience, and with feelings I’ve never had before.
In other words, in so many ways they’re actually my muse. Read more…
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Here are some pictures of Orson and me 103 stories up in the Sears Tower while in Chicago for Lollapalooza this past August. It’s even scarier up there than it looks.
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Purged. All of it.
This site needed a new purpose.
I write so I want to write and write about writing.
I played guitar in a band called Flood a number of years ago. I’m proud of that. That stuff will make it back into the site in due time. I play guitar still (sometimes) and want to start another band eventually. I might like to write about that process.
I’m a programmer and I want to write about what I’m working on. Read more…
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Sometimes I can feel a moment so clearly it’s like I’m even aware of my movement forward in time.
Sometimes all the variables are right, everything is just so, and a surreal awareness washes over me for a minute or two.
I was at Tower Grove Park today with Traci and the kids. At first it was pretty normal, hanging out on a playground with way too many people around. Then we walked behind the pavilion and I was greeted with a huge field, peppered with large trees. It was strange because the park is right in the middle of South City so it almost doesn’t seem real. The air was cool in the shade of the trees and I watched as Traci walked out onto the field, followed by Orson and Trent. Read more…
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