thirdbIT

the ybab just got a bunch of shots today, so she’s squalling at me right now. But why should I let that stop my ruby-on-rails/web technology grok-a-thon? I’ve been cheerfully ignoring the evolution of web technology for three years, and now I’m cheerfully cramming its current state into my brain. I’ve got a bunch of scraps of paper around me, with a bunch of little lists and inscrutable notations about things I better learn about, read about, think about, and try out. Blogs, presentations, projects, newsgroups, feeds, GACK! I feel like one of the hybrids in battlestar. Perhaps I can navigate a ship now, using only my mind?

I hope to spend a few days in the grok-a-thon and then to sit on the back patio in the sun and let it sink in. I will close my eyes and see ruby code as I am falling asleep.

I don’t know where this all is going, exactly. I’m not ready to work full-time right now. I’d rather Max not work full-time either. I want us to find a way to work together, and not all the time. I want everything — the perfect setup! I am not sure how we’ll get to our dream work from where we are right now. Will we find a job to share, or will we be laughed out of any company we tried to convince to hire us for one? Will we do some consulting, or will it turn out that we can’t stand all the self-promotion required to consult? Will blog.thirdbit.net end up going to that great bloggie graveyard in the sky? Will I work for pay again, or spend my days sitting in the park snickering at the bugaboo strollers? Is the final cylon really who we think it is, or was this year’s season finale a red herring? Is that a spoiler? Why isn’t my life a battlestar episode?

Back to grokking now. This has been a test of the thirdbit broadcasting system.