August 26th, 2004

Kind lady

6844 - Thursday, Thursday

Big Kahuna is off to Ohio and Georgia this week, Mutt & Jeff are in Michigan. I hope it's going to be a quiet week. I won't be sharing an office with LH in a week.. I need the space to train techs, and quiet to to my gig properly... and she can't work inside my bubble, either. So, she's off to the front-office with the fax machine and binders.

just got a comment in an entry from March 2001. interesting to see all of the users that commented way back when. I don't see most of them very often, if at all any more. funny to see all the win98 and win Me machines back then.

something in lj broke my 7/26/04 and 7/21 entries... the system reworked my image tags. I'm not crazy about that at all.

Dan didn't seem to crazy about my insinuation that a lot of his behavior wasn't healthy the other day. I'm more of a "moderation in all things, including moderation / do what it takes to get the job done" sort of guy, while he's a "do the best job that you can on absolutely everything, even if it means fading out from exhaustion / ignoring any deadlines" sort. I feel both viewpoints have merit, I just value my health more than the vast majority of projects.



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3 years ago - that piercing woman , lj vibe change, many links (not all work anymore)

4 years ago - Godzilla, quizzes, leftyrok added me, IMT threatens to move all operations north to Tampa, dean martin
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Kind lady

6845 - quiet, please

I’m trying to cast back the last time that I had true silence. It seems that there’s always some sort of din happening. Fingers clacking on keys and tiny fans whirring inside my computer, off in the distance. People talking in the office right next to mine. Street Traffic. Rain. The Air conditioner. Birds. Chairs and doors creaking. Wind Chimes, and a stray branch rubbing against the screen of my window. Telephones bells, and the faint buzz of picture tubes and electric lights. The clack and smack of bare feet on tile floors. The compressor of the fridge. Cat clucking at the window to the squirrels outside, or the scratching of paws at work in the litter box’s sand. Thunder in the distance.

I’m trying to recall the last time I heard the sounds of my body doing its job. The rush of blood pumping through the veins in my ears, or the slight click of tendon against muscle inside my neck as I turn my head. I can’t be sure of the last time I heard my stomach rumble, or my knuckles crack. The internal “squinch” of saliva production, right before opening my mouth wide enough to brush my teeth, and the “chooching” sounds that follow afterwards. The faint thunk of a seal formed when you close your eyes.

Maybe it’s because I’m craving a nap, or maybe it’s because there’s a good amount of noise and hubbub these days. I just want to hear the sounds of myself, and of loved ones nearby as I rest. There’s a very real comfort in the loud rumble of Newt’s purr while he lays at my throat or listening to breaths taken in a home that’s otherwise silent.

I can’t remember the last time that things were so quiet that my ears rung.