I probably shouldn’t make fun of them for this, given the half-dozen or more unfinished projects that I have on my own property, but I have been thoroughly entertained by what is possibly the slowest fence construction project in history down the street. This new fence has been under construction for at least a month, with the neighbors adding a post or a board a couple of times a day.
When my father died a couple of years ago, I spent some time trying to archive his digital life. He had email accounts, iTunes, Facebook — all of the typical things that a computer-literate person would probably possess. They were a fairly complete record of his life for the past decade-plus, so it seemed like an important task. I had never sat down with him prior to his death to sort it all out — I guess I refused to accept that he was really dying, so why even bother helping to plan for it? So in the weeks after he died, I wasn’t quite sure how I would go about it.
My career path usually leaves me with extended periods of unemployment. What to do with all of this “free” time, while I wait for the next big thing to happen to my resume? Well first of all, that time isn’t so free. Job hunting, cooking, yard work, kids, grocery shopping — all of these things subtract major hours from the day. I have been out of work for five months, but a lot of days I think I am busier than I was when I was working.
Let me tell you a bit about one of my favorite possessions, my [Tom Bihn Super Ego Messenger Bag]. In 2007, I was in need of a better bag to carry my stuff around. In my regular profession, I am a political operative. I work for political campaigns and parties, which requires a lot of travel and moving around. My bag tends to be my mobile office, a veritable dumping ground of everything that might normally be in a desk. For example, my bag currently contains:
Server infrastructure has come a long ways since I originally took this site offline back in 2006. When I first launched Tomopia (circa 2001? I think?) I was using one of the early shared-hosting services. It was fine at the time. It was a relatively modern Linux server, which I was probably sharing with 20-30 other subscribers.
Writing is one of my very favorite forms of expression, though I have always been self-conscious about sharing my works with other people. Twitter comes pretty easily to me; it’s hard to bring too much shame upon your family with only 140 characters. But long-form writing, on the other hand, is more of a challenge. I know that I’m not a very good writer, but I still enjoy doing it. I just don’t really enjoy sharing it.