Relax.

Free at last. Here I come three weeks off.

Tales of the "Dick Cheese"

This post will be the first of a few pertaining to this subject. Why is it there is always someone who is unable to have cordial relations with a stranger. The aforementioned "Dick Cheese" is a prime example. Tales of the "Dick Cheese" to follow in the next few posts. The location for one of these tales is a rock gym located in Reno NV.

(No bad juju to the rock gym. We are talking about the "DC" in the gym.)

The Rat and the Snowman.

This desert rat has seen many days full of weather. Though most of them have involved scorching heat and torrential rains. It is only since the move to the north lands of this fine Silver State have I been fully introduced to the other side of the weather spectrum. Some of you may scoff at the naivety of excitement from a small amount of snow, but to you I say let me enjoy it for as long as I can. Soon I suspect the excitement will turn into a general annoyance. But until then let it snow let it snow.

Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.

Trust is a dirty word, it brings with it a lack of and all the things that go with said lack. The reality that I see is that trust is completely objective. One can trust in so many things, one can trust is so many, one can trust so much that it becomes part of who they are. On the other hand one can distrust all of the above, that also becomes who they are. Is living with trust just a balancing act between lies and truth or do we all allow a little distrust in our lives to make the trusting times that much more real? Is trustworthiness how we measure each other? Why cant the measure of a man be his heart not his mind? Is it possible to judge a man by his heart? Is that why we need truth and action? So many ways a man can act with a pure heart but the only thing seen by the outside is action good or bad that the heart produced. The ends justify the means or the means justify the end? Does an act of love, with negative ends really require retribution. If I could reverse it I would, but it was an act of love and protection. Now it is an act of manipulation.

All your base are belong to us.

All the ESRI software I use is down. The network is down. My email is down. The only thing left to do is surf the web and blog. Oh ya and the IT people are on holiday. God I love the feds.

Tired

Sleep isn't what it used to be. Water isn't as refreshing as it should be. Beer doesn't do what it used to. Life is as bittersweet as always.

Just remember to "Watch Your Hand"

Trapped in a Box.

Unit

If the unit that has problems that cannot be repaired at the home unit, schedule the unit for maintenance and repairs at a qualified repair unit. Whats with govspeak?