I’m not just sitting around doing nothing. Just FYI. Maybe I shouldn’t be defensive, but I feel guilty when I don’t write anything here for a while, and echo linux is suffering as well. There’s something to be said for being an equal-opportunity neglector.
I do have a defense to offer, though, and I shall do it in the form of a new resume (cunningly modified to remove my address and such). I also finished a cover letter tonight. My supervisor is retiring in a month and a half and I’ll be turning in an application for that position tomorrow. Just need to get it printed on the fancy paper because, even though I know it’ll be photocopied and the gesture will be largely meaningless, it makes me feel better. Extra mile. Bravado.
I make no promises, and I’ll tell you no lies. I’m thinking heavily about a lot of stuff. Let me dump this gem on you by way of signing off:
“Look at it this way, if you’re so suspicious of slickness: slick is easy, right? It’s being rough that’s hard.” He smiled because he knew he was just speaking in opposites. “With slick, you don’t have to say anything. You can get away with pretty all day and most of the goons out there will lap it up. You don’t have to tell the truth, you don’t have to be meaningful, you can just have people revel in how slick that thing is and have them ooh and ahh ‘til kingdom come. But that’s dumb as hell, because you can only go so far with slick, right? It doesn’t lead anywhere good. Once it gets so slick and cool it stops feeling like a person made it, and that essentially eliminates any kind of strong, emotive message. It just does, no question. Cool people can’t say meaningful things because to be cool you need to censor your strong emotions.”
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