People have suggested that I should write journal entries about things other than the extremely technical details of my day to day life.<\/p>\n
Anyway, tonight I played some for a friend of ours (How).. I don’t know if he really liked it or not. He’s a hard guy to read. He gave me a thumbs up, and almost-not-quite fell asleep. Said he felt kind of entranced. Nicest compliment I’ve gotten this month, really..<\/p>\n He’s going to miss my jam session with Ron.. (and I’m going to have to work my tail off to get php working tomorrow unless Simon fixes it.. anyone out there know anything about PHP and IIS? oh, wait, I promised, no geekery..)<\/p>\n P. left the house upset with me today, for leaving a dish next to my computer while she’d been cleaning [I thought How was about to arrive and wanted to get showered and dressed – picking it up was still on the stack of things to do – really] and for having the dates for How wrong.<\/p>\n So we got off to a rolling good start. I also was up until 6 yesterday, thinking over what to write and how to write it and what the reuslts would be and what results i wanted.. ‘When the coin is in the air’, as my good friend M. used to say. M. is the aptly named Sir Not Appearing In This Film – but he’s a old friend of mine, and one of the most awesome people I know.<\/p>\n I hope I do get to work with him again.<\/p>\n I’m interviewing people for various roles around my consulting projects. For a minute I was afraid I had phased myself out, but then I realized, I can’t do that. No matter how hard I try, phasing myself out isn’t possible.<\/p>\n I must sleep.<\/p>\n Things must get better.<\/p>\n (in other, good news, aparently my grandfather is not going to die – this is good, as I’ve recently been realizing guiltily that I haven’t seen any of my father’s side of the extended family for many years.. except that I saw some when we went back to NoVa to go camping with my parents. It was suprisingly reassuring – somehow their taunts that were so upsetting when I was young, were just funny.. like I could meet them as equals.)<\/p>\n I guess one of the big problems with having a parent die before you’re a adult, is you never get to meet them as a equal.<\/p>\n (thought inspired by something out of a friend’s journal) S.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" People have suggested that I should write journal entries about things other than the extremely technical details of my day to day life. I’m not really sure what else to write about. Every once in a while, I find some trance or house or goa (I’m informed that it’s different from trance – I am […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1142"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1142"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1142\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI’m not really sure what else to write about. Every once in a while, I find some trance or house or goa (I’m informed that it’s different from trance – I am apparently color blind to genre in electronica.)<\/p>\n
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