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jaeclecticNot just one quotable quote, but two:
1. The future is here. It’s just not evenly distributed yet. (William Gibson)
2. this is the enterprise of the future: if you can explain what you are doing with any conventional terminology, you've already been outsourced to India (Bruce Sterling)
In other news, I had a lovely weekend, e.g. renfaire.
I really did spend the whole day today reading email. That is to say, after examining my to-do list and concluding there was in fact nothing I could make progress on without input from people whom I have already asked, I spent the rest of the day alternating between keeping up with my work email and plowing through backlog on the gmail account that I use for nothing except professional mailing lists. Because work has been consistently busy for some time, and because I rarely even think to check the gmail account when I am not at work, it had something approaching 800 unread threads. I worked my way down into the 600's, which is to say, into the second week of May.
Despite a full day of this very placid activity, I am feeling ruffled.
I don't know which I dread more: talkiing to my boss' boss about how unhappy I've been lately, or working on my portfolio. I am sure I have been working on interesting things; at the very least, they held my interest. But when I try to think about what to say to the world about my work, my brain just freezes.
Oh, and I wish I could talk myself into staying up half the night and driving somewhere dark enough to appreciate an eclipse. Somehow I don't seem to have a life that make that idea seem possible
1. The future is here. It’s just not evenly distributed yet. (William Gibson)
2. this is the enterprise of the future: if you can explain what you are doing with any conventional terminology, you've already been outsourced to India (Bruce Sterling)
In other news, I had a lovely weekend, e.g. renfaire.
I really did spend the whole day today reading email. That is to say, after examining my to-do list and concluding there was in fact nothing I could make progress on without input from people whom I have already asked, I spent the rest of the day alternating between keeping up with my work email and plowing through backlog on the gmail account that I use for nothing except professional mailing lists. Because work has been consistently busy for some time, and because I rarely even think to check the gmail account when I am not at work, it had something approaching 800 unread threads. I worked my way down into the 600's, which is to say, into the second week of May.
Despite a full day of this very placid activity, I am feeling ruffled.
I don't know which I dread more: talkiing to my boss' boss about how unhappy I've been lately, or working on my portfolio. I am sure I have been working on interesting things; at the very least, they held my interest. But when I try to think about what to say to the world about my work, my brain just freezes.
Oh, and I wish I could talk myself into staying up half the night and driving somewhere dark enough to appreciate an eclipse. Somehow I don't seem to have a life that make that idea seem possible