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July 18th, 2000
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I Know I Will
A slight mist was falling as I walked into work this morning, the sun only breaking through in the later afternoon. For the first time today I felt that same cold in the office as I finally realized this turning out of the old guard may reach down into my level. My now ex-manager is probably being replaced by someone from the outside and this new manager's resume doesn't read like I necessarily have a technical future in Oakland. The feeling goes back to my own early days in business and to the people my own group of young Turks replaced when we were starting out. So I'd better start looking for something else, maybe way out there something else. My assumption has been, old or young, I can dodge this age bullet in the current job market, particularly if I'm halfway creative in the process, but you never know. You never know. This feeling will pass and my mind will wander on to other things, but it would be better to be ready.
Now let's get back to my normal semi-coherent ramble.
Mr. Grinder has posted a question to the members of his "Other Diaries" list, asking why half of them "Yes you. You know who you are...." have stopped posting with any degree of regularly. Grinder's list has a high mortality rate. I'm wondering if the more interesting question might not be to the half of us who do: "why are you still posting regularly?" I have an answer, but it's only semi-coherent and I'm not quite able to make it out. It can be depressing, not understanding your own deathless prose. Nice photographs, though.
Tuesday, after work, having returned from Jack London Square and a bar called the, well, what was
it called? The Last Something or Other Saloon next to the Old Spaghetti Factory, a small almost underground little building with a too cute name and an uneven floor, but just odd enough to retain some semblance of originality. We got together after work with the technical managers from our various offices in North America as they are meeting here in Oakland over a three day period of indoctrination and introduction to the current flavor of the day company thinking, where we're all going over these next new exciting months and weeks and quarters or however often we fly them all in for reprogramming. These are people with whom I work every day, trouble shooting various technical problems, and I sat drinking Guinness and shooting pictures, which is my idea of a good way to spend an evening. I decided three beers in that these pictures were going to appear in a new section of my company intranet site. Why not? If I'm going to go, I'm going to go having fun with it. Fuck the bandwidth. People at the office will enjoy it. I know I will.
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The photographs were taken at the San Francisco Gay Pride Parade. The second photograph is of a photographer covering the parade, I assume a professional. She's using a pair of Nikons, the one in her hand probably an N90s. I'll not ask if she shoots better pictures. The answer is often humiliating. The quote under The Sole Proprietor title is from The Blues Brothers.
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