seems like everytime i go on a job hunt, i go though the same mixed bag of emotions, self-doubt, and a re-evaluation of what i really want to be doing with my life. i’ve been working strictly as a contractor for the past five or six years and so i no longer have the fear of that.
however, i see from time-to-time good opportunities for full-time w2 gigs that tantalize, but i always have this strong aversion to signing on at any one company.
on the other hand, i do tire of forever being the outsider. to wit, after six months on my current gig, i feel more isolated than when i started. the full-timers can’t help but see me as an outsider and i can’t really fault them for leaving me out of things.
i dunno, i’m such a jumbled mess.
now add into the mix that in six short weeks, my wife and i are going to have our second child, for whom we are nowhere near ready and the fact that the holidays are fast approaching, and you can see why i might be bit scrambled-up in the head.
i’m a wreck.
i’ve neglected this blog too long, sorry to my readers, hope i haven’t lost you
so anyway, i made it to the gym this morning, worked out for half an hour and it was good, and by good i mean it sucked — getting up at five a.m. everyday sucks ass. but i have to do it. i can’t spend my remaining days lugging around a fat lazy mortal coil, i got kids to keep up with.
sheesh.
driving drowsy is already illegal in NJ
now, you might not think it’s a big deal, but the atlantic city expressway is a remarkably straight, flat stretch of road that can bore even the most highly caffeinated driver to sleep — and most people leaving a.c. just came off hours long gambling binges, not to mention drinking
anyone driving back to philly from america’s playground knows the three signs with flashing yellow light spaced about mile or so apart “STAY AWAKE”, “STAY ALERT”, “STAY ALIVE”
but i’ve always wondered how they would test for drowsiness, and now there’s a simple spit test that detects cancer, gum disease, even drowsiness
my birthday is on or about the autumnal equinox
annually
and as my years progress,
the obvious metaphor looms like a harvest moon
over my fat, balding head
and i’ve just discovered a year or more ahead of time
that my 40th will arrive on a monday
damn.
in a boon to the green community, a cancer researcher has found that salt water when excited by particular radio frequency separates the hydrogen from the oxygen, allowing it burn
high-speed hydrolysis, if you will
http://green.yahoo.com/index.php?q=node/1570
in a sub-atomic game of twister, university of michigan controls remotely entangled atoms, hilarity unfolds as they eject photons in unison!
quantum computing on the horizon
http://www.vnunet.com/vnunet/news/2198165/spooky-science-paves-way
very intriguing, if a bit dry
http://www.sciencenews.org/articles/20070901/bob9.asp
What’s puzzled economists over the years is why it’s been so difficult for [poor] countries to start up new activities in the hope of spurring economic growth and lifting themselves out of poverty.
Researchers have [now] shown that a country’s competitive edge can spread from one kind of product to another along a well-defined network of links, much as disease epidemics tend to spread among people who are socially connected.
For example, fish exporters are often successful at exporting fresh produce as well. That’s because both activities require similar infrastructures—good roads, ports with refrigerated storage facilities, and bureaucracies able to monitor food safety
The newly charted map of products could help countries design good policies by indicating the most promising paths to creating new industries.
cool stuff, and hopeful too — so much of the foreign aid from the west gets wasted on ineffectual programs — this research may help
i swear to god the water in the bowl gurgled just after the first of the three amigos i dropped off at the pool landed its swan dive, then i realized it was because the women’s restroom had just flushed, however that did nothing instill confidence…
after the third amigo landed its triple somersault, i [edited for content] and then flushed the bad boys, only they didn’t go down, the water welled to halfway up to bowl’s brim…
i washed my hands. then bravely, gently flushed again, no avail, panic as the waters rose in a flash flood of wretched refuse, nearly brimming over…
i ran and hid in my cubitainer where i now am contacting you — i am on the run…
the poo patrol is surely sampling the dna and comparing against scatalogical samples looking for local pizzarias like some twisted csi episode…
CSI SEWER PATROL!!!
back at work and grinding it out, more to follow…