Straight Edge Life

I hate working during the day. I’ve gotten more done in the last 3 hours than I could ever get done in 8 normal working hours. I don’t always care for the vampire schedule but I dig what I can get done. You see, I don’t like working all that much in general. It’s not that I don’t love what I do, because I do, but that I really do have a lot of other things I’d rather be doing that don’t always make money. So, being able to get a lot of stuff done in a short period of time is great. Anyways… just taking a momentary break to munch on a banana and check my email. Weee… Ok, back to work.

I used to write entries for this site as though they were simply being entered into a journal or diary. Over time it became this focused and sort of obsessive blog about being straight edge. I’m not sure that I could or would want to revert back to the journaling mindset while writing entries for this site… I’m not sure it would be possible or desirable to un-focus this site from what it’s become. It probably IS better for me to start up another site and let that be my new journal. But since I don’t have all that much free time at the moment I will indulge my desire to journal once again on straight edge life.

I had an amazing weekend in California just a few days ago. One of the very best birthdays I’ve had since the days of rocket-shaped carrot cake in Monterey with a dozen of my 6-year-old friends. In many ways it was the best birthday I’ve ever had. As time passes and life doesn’t really seam to get any easier I am more and more thankful for any and all time that I manage to make enjoyable. It takes effort to create enjoyment. When you’re younger it’s just there for the taking as school, and particularly summer, shove it in your face. Having three months off each year is really pretty damn nice. I hear the Europeans still take something like 2.5 months worth of government-sanctioned vacation each year. They’re on to something if you ask me. But yeah, it’s hard work trying to carve out a window of time and opportunity in which one can truly enjoy them self. When I get it I am happy to have it, and this weekend was exactly that. Both from my own efforts and with the help of loved ones.

I didn’t work too hard this weekend. I tried something new (took a ballet class. loved it), met a few new folks and hung out in the company of friends. Shot a few photos and ate good food. Might not sound like a dream vacation, but compared to the nightmare of sickness, overwhelming responsibility and financial pressure of late; it was a dream-come-true.

It actually made me think pretty hard about whether I could live in the Bay Area. I’m smart enough to know that location didn’t have much to do with my experience. It’s more to do with being away from work and close to friends that made the difference. But the more I go down there to visit the more I associate that place with good memories and experiences. Too bad 1,200 square foot homes cost $750,000. Yeah, like I will EVER have $5,000 / month after taxes to spend on a mortgage. Good lord. Anyways. I’ve got a shitload to do tonight; going beta on a project in the morning, but I sort of needed to journal for a bit before I kicked into high gear for the evening. I’m in my new office (back in the basement after the January raw-sewage flooding incident at the Public Defender’s office), and it’s extraordinarily tidy. The perfect environment for getting a LOT done. Should be a good work night. Wish I could bring my hardware from home and put it down here, this office is just the right size and just quiet enough that I could get a lot done here on all my projects.

Righty-o. Catch you all later.