Not So Personal
My Personal Stuff
Tech, Pop-Culture and Marketing
Sixteen years ago, I got two tattoos. My subjects were the symbol of law and symbol of chaos. I stand in between law and chaos.
Working with the vinyl records requires a heat gun. So I have been at the mercy of the weather and my schedule. After my first outing two weeks ago, I could resume my work. On what? Read on.
I'm also at the end of my 90 days of daily blog posts. I thought I'd take a moment and share some details on what I did.
I look at all of our effort put into the solutions to fix the future, I wonder: will we get there?
Let's catch up with Edwin Wessels, currently 38 years old and living in Zoetermeer the Netherlands. Born on Curacao, the Dutch Antilles and lived there for 4 years before moving to the Netherlands where currently works at the ING bank.
I built a website for a project. The project proponent got someone else to build a gimpy replacement from scratch. How could he toss a $20,000 website? Simple: he got it for free.
I've done a few of my firsts in the last week. Not my first program mind you (I've been dishing out programs for nigh on 30+ years); nor my first article (again: 28+ years of that dance, too). But I am getting back into these. I'm a coder-writer who asks: Where Next?
Thoughts, Growth and Personal Stuff
"It's looks like you work out of your kitchen and your wife doesn't even commit to the business." That was a mean, biting critique of my business' about us page. It was also totally honest and necessary.
Is your life a spectator sport for others? Are they living their lives or trying to get you to live yours?
"We're giving away vinyl LPs!" announced a friend. In the 1970s, on every move: I got to carry the LPs. When CDs came out, the discs in my spine welcomed the discs in the jewel cases. At last I will have my revenge. When I am done, I hope to be able to work 60 records into one suit of vinyl armor.
Sometimes, I follow the herd. Sometimes, I steer the herd. I always note the herd. I always keep my eyes open for the onset of a state change.
Sweat trickled down my back as I sat fuming in my car. Ahead of me, traffic was jammed tight. Six lumbering, mostly-empty buses were jockeying for position at a singular bus stop, preventing any traffic from crossing the intersection.
I like the idea of the future. The future has cool gadgets! Gadgets and thingees! How could I think the future will pay off and no take the F out of SF? How could I get a job writing about the science to come? Heck, I could become a futurist.