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room is chaotic mess, looks covered in shit i didn't know i had. which is crazy, because it's been two (very modest) car-loads out of here. demoralizing. there's a lot of well tucked away and racked shit that's moved. the rest of the room has come off the shelves and is hanging out, floating about, waiting for it's somewhat expensive clear plastic upgrade from the cardboard boxes the loose affairs would traditionally get packaged into.
my sense of dread & foreboding is high. i dunno. i'm paying a little less, living with considerably more people, from a smaller place facing a similarly medium-duty treelined street. i have a porch. the neighboring houses are much closer than across the massive boulevard i look out across now. there's no abandoned embassy, no churches, no temple next door, it's just residential blocks. i'd entertained notions of setting up my wifi perch from my porch, but on the further reaches it's kind of a dead zone- a gas station, one of the best funky all-colors bars in town (it seems personable and normal, not trying hard for a (normative) a-normativity). over email and through small warning it seems the landlord is somewhat unruly but gracefully absent. originally i thought the room was big and airy and yes it has high ceilings but the sq footage is not all that vast. one sofa, a recent acquisition, is going to dominate the room.
there's a decent closet (and a small one), also with high ceilings. it'll be quite the work, shelving and packing that. i'd thought it was bigger too. it seems much smaller on second sight. i'd fantasized about two 4 ft long shelves at an L to each other but it's disgustingly silly. i'm going to have to fab up a "wing" shelf, to max the thing out, which, in lame form, i will have to do to not end up living in my junk. so many old projects. three generations of individually controllable RGB LED strip lights, unused. kinect, still boxed. the box of 802.11n wifi era wifi gear, a kit fully of various Marvell Kirkwood based systems- Seagate GoFlex units, iomega iConnects, and the late coming even more underpowered DLink DNS-320s. Two recent MIMO wifi 5Ghz dishes. 3d printer, oscilliscope. Toolbox, cardboard box of tools. ~80 quarts of cables. And old AMD based colo, that I don't even feel like paying the $45/mo for, with 5x "good" 640GB hard drives, a pair of SSD, and the replacement AMD/Sapphire HD4850 w/ 2GB ram, once single slot. An old Core2duo super elegant bamboo laptop got cheap under temptation but no longer good for much, maybe send to mom. A sequence of old laptops- MSI 1561/GX620 with 9600M (512MB), whose structural integrity is so used up that opening it up feels like opening a millenia old holy text. A P1120 that for some reason i have not thrown out, maybe there's data on it. That system was my first laptop. "I suppose conscious evolution" on the top, a dragon, and "live the chaos" in blocktext bold on black on the bottom. At least one Sony Vaio P, woefully under powered too but a better dumb light terminal for it's high-ish res screen and even lighter longer more rectangular form factor, but this one seems unable to survive off battery, even with a cheapo replacement one. This thread does not end. It just keeps going and going and going, weird thing after weird thing.
Servers, two of them: huge 2U units, 8 individual dual cpu computers between them. Tons of ram, sitting unused, depreciating. I want to sell one. I wanted to set one up in Jake's places years ago. A base, a new colo. I wanted to put the DNS-320 in friends places, little micro-data hearts, practically no compute, just some data, a little networking foo. I wanted I wanted I wanted. So many repeated stories. Kinect! I wanted to play with that. A scale model Tiger II tank: once I wanted to put two EDF fans on it to blow leaves, automated yard cleaner. I still pretend someday I'll strap a kinect, two cameras, and a ranger on it, make it some vision hub. Hail Vulkan, &all; our new open OpenCL master-lord.
I bought shelving. In addition to the two 4 ft heavy metal units, I have these I was thinking cheapo, easy to store shelving units where you provide your own 2x4's and it wraps around the upright ones to provide the horizontal bridging. I got a storage unit- huge- because I was afraid, desperate, wanting to be able to take anything. I wish I'd taken anything now. There's no reason to fear this new place but I do. I don't want to move anywhere. Everywhere costs so much. So crazy much. Why does rent sap me? Why are home-owner fees so scary and stupid to me? I found a 200k$ boat at Gangplank Marina and I want it- i want the relatively low morgage. But I can't rent out the other bed, I don't think, practically, so the $800/mo liveaboard fee feels absurd. I've paid less than that in rent most of my rent paying life. Maybe not on average, given some of my stupider, short stints. I paid $2500 for an apartment that I spent 6 mo telling myself I was going to airbnb out, maybe perhaps find a roommate for, but was in a weird place. That's kind of the inflection honestly. I'd sold myself up in the world, done well, whether the pointy-hairs knew or not, with respect from colleagues for amazing deep works, consistently & straight until then. I flipped then. I took a kind of dirtbag job, underjob, doing ops work, and did not culturally fit in though I thought I was ok. Was introducing goodness to that world, not finding space for that try. The external dev team, the longstanding one, took my cues and ran with it: ansible took off, spread like fire, but no one saw that it was me fixing our basic dumb shit. I got like 1 week to set up a Filer before it got offloaded from me and turned into one fracas after another, a shit-show culminating in some huge purchase. For nothing. I got turned back into a dev, which was ok. I got to isolatedly invent event-time processing in Spark: i loved that. my team was enthusiastic, if somewhat deluded by the process-centricity of some Ruby world fantasies. but the whole episode was dirt-bag, a massive under sell of self, working way above my talent-class with little reinforcement for quite considerably less pay at way longer a commute than was sensible. And I took that stupid expensive apartment, unbelievably out of proportion expensive if I was going to keep deluding myself that the money delta was just around the corner, that I'd airbnb. Maybe roomie if I had to. It's merciful my landlord kept not telling me what the story was until the 23rd hour, that she jacked my rent (beyond legal limits I now know) and signalled to me the GTFO.
I did. I peaced. I want to peace again. Its been a long time since I've cruised ebay and craigslist for the cheap, nice, awesome sprinter vans. There's one now for $9000 that itches, just itches for me. I for it. Pre the new urea-injection fuel-burning "clean" diesel era. Quite near. I want to fuck off. Pay 3/5 as much rent, periodically, camp, do the code thing. I have some small moneys now. I don't want to burn it. I'm almost close to a down payment, a sizable one. I don't think the PMI makes that much difference, but i'm such a cheapskate- I want the economics to not just be ok but to make out. Take a tenant, have them pay a good part of it, skate on for 2 years. Figure it out from there. I want the footloose time, direly, badly, being a cheapass and doing well, writing good software, building a more than financial, a personal, brand base for a time, working contracts and trying to develop independent revenue streams.
It all feels super shitty right now. I'm way above par, way under my expectations. Moving makes it clear. These houses of 20-somethings, me yet still a barely-30 and kind of on an escape, but with such wild variance. The cost of life is too damned high. There's way too much bullshit to live good and well, to have others living good and well with me. I'd such dreams of cybercommunes, of affordable ways of life with others for whom the greater freer idea of the net and the noosphere had captured and compelled wholly. I'm so well paid right now it's unbelievable, but there's so little to compare against, so little ways forward aside from catching an edge on and up. No one understands or believes me now. I have some fanatics who understand me at work, but the top levels- well- i fantasize they got some top-secret word from the leaving founders that I was good but not to be trusted, from some other rank and filers, one's they knew better but who did not trust or understand me, who have so much less experience and wisdom than what I've captured. I feel marginalized, and only partially wanting to reconcile- they don't seem to do much & yet I still loath that public figurehead, not when I don't have that ability to push a forward image so obviously dissolute from ground truth.
I put myself on trial in my 1-on-1 recently, which I frequently readily do to most, open the meta-reflective portal, but for some reason I'd never opened to how lax I've been as a scrummaster before and finally jumped deep into it this time. My own ethics be damned- they've been good recently- I seem to have zero will to question or challenge anyone else in this environment. There's charlatanism all about, everywhere I've been, in varying reigns, but I'm nominally supposed to be making sure this team is applied & doing it's shit. We keep closing ok points, but there's some unbeleivable fucked up nothing going on, and a lot of people making up work for no real reason esp with no real backing. And as scrum-master, facilitator for the team, I've deliberately not raised questions, not pushed. I've let loads of nothing and zilch get by. Any real scrum master would be feet to the hot irons, asking fake quasi ignorant questions designed to probe out WTF while clearly the team just knows the real answer is a fat zero, zilch. I don't want to do that. That fake interest seems so remarkably fake to me, like it's never fooled anyone. I want this responsibility, but my answer, the way I'd go about this, is not polite, not via these team spirited means; I've dealt with so many problematic coders, so many people that I'd jettison- if no one is going to ask me, well, wtf ever. Boat can stay on. I think I'd mantle more than I need to- burn legit cred in public- by trying to fake my team with fake concern and fake help and fake assistance than how any authentic knowing dealing with real problems would happen. There's legit problems with people just making whatever the fuck up, and there's even more legit problems with people just not doing jack nor shit.
Paid super well. Get to do really good, clean, sharp work. Commute slightly longer than preferable. Some mixed feelings about where I've volunteered myself for, somewhat just to keep the team going.
(post 2 hour delayed. hi.)
my sense of dread & foreboding is high. i dunno. i'm paying a little less, living with considerably more people, from a smaller place facing a similarly medium-duty treelined street. i have a porch. the neighboring houses are much closer than across the massive boulevard i look out across now. there's no abandoned embassy, no churches, no temple next door, it's just residential blocks. i'd entertained notions of setting up my wifi perch from my porch, but on the further reaches it's kind of a dead zone- a gas station, one of the best funky all-colors bars in town (it seems personable and normal, not trying hard for a (normative) a-normativity). over email and through small warning it seems the landlord is somewhat unruly but gracefully absent. originally i thought the room was big and airy and yes it has high ceilings but the sq footage is not all that vast. one sofa, a recent acquisition, is going to dominate the room.
there's a decent closet (and a small one), also with high ceilings. it'll be quite the work, shelving and packing that. i'd thought it was bigger too. it seems much smaller on second sight. i'd fantasized about two 4 ft long shelves at an L to each other but it's disgustingly silly. i'm going to have to fab up a "wing" shelf, to max the thing out, which, in lame form, i will have to do to not end up living in my junk. so many old projects. three generations of individually controllable RGB LED strip lights, unused. kinect, still boxed. the box of 802.11n wifi era wifi gear, a kit fully of various Marvell Kirkwood based systems- Seagate GoFlex units, iomega iConnects, and the late coming even more underpowered DLink DNS-320s. Two recent MIMO wifi 5Ghz dishes. 3d printer, oscilliscope. Toolbox, cardboard box of tools. ~80 quarts of cables. And old AMD based colo, that I don't even feel like paying the $45/mo for, with 5x "good" 640GB hard drives, a pair of SSD, and the replacement AMD/Sapphire HD4850 w/ 2GB ram, once single slot. An old Core2duo super elegant bamboo laptop got cheap under temptation but no longer good for much, maybe send to mom. A sequence of old laptops- MSI 1561/GX620 with 9600M (512MB), whose structural integrity is so used up that opening it up feels like opening a millenia old holy text. A P1120 that for some reason i have not thrown out, maybe there's data on it. That system was my first laptop. "I suppose conscious evolution" on the top, a dragon, and "live the chaos" in blocktext bold on black on the bottom. At least one Sony Vaio P, woefully under powered too but a better dumb light terminal for it's high-ish res screen and even lighter longer more rectangular form factor, but this one seems unable to survive off battery, even with a cheapo replacement one. This thread does not end. It just keeps going and going and going, weird thing after weird thing.
Servers, two of them: huge 2U units, 8 individual dual cpu computers between them. Tons of ram, sitting unused, depreciating. I want to sell one. I wanted to set one up in Jake's places years ago. A base, a new colo. I wanted to put the DNS-320 in friends places, little micro-data hearts, practically no compute, just some data, a little networking foo. I wanted I wanted I wanted. So many repeated stories. Kinect! I wanted to play with that. A scale model Tiger II tank: once I wanted to put two EDF fans on it to blow leaves, automated yard cleaner. I still pretend someday I'll strap a kinect, two cameras, and a ranger on it, make it some vision hub. Hail Vulkan, &all; our new open OpenCL master-lord.
I bought shelving. In addition to the two 4 ft heavy metal units, I have these I was thinking cheapo, easy to store shelving units where you provide your own 2x4's and it wraps around the upright ones to provide the horizontal bridging. I got a storage unit- huge- because I was afraid, desperate, wanting to be able to take anything. I wish I'd taken anything now. There's no reason to fear this new place but I do. I don't want to move anywhere. Everywhere costs so much. So crazy much. Why does rent sap me? Why are home-owner fees so scary and stupid to me? I found a 200k$ boat at Gangplank Marina and I want it- i want the relatively low morgage. But I can't rent out the other bed, I don't think, practically, so the $800/mo liveaboard fee feels absurd. I've paid less than that in rent most of my rent paying life. Maybe not on average, given some of my stupider, short stints. I paid $2500 for an apartment that I spent 6 mo telling myself I was going to airbnb out, maybe perhaps find a roommate for, but was in a weird place. That's kind of the inflection honestly. I'd sold myself up in the world, done well, whether the pointy-hairs knew or not, with respect from colleagues for amazing deep works, consistently & straight until then. I flipped then. I took a kind of dirtbag job, underjob, doing ops work, and did not culturally fit in though I thought I was ok. Was introducing goodness to that world, not finding space for that try. The external dev team, the longstanding one, took my cues and ran with it: ansible took off, spread like fire, but no one saw that it was me fixing our basic dumb shit. I got like 1 week to set up a Filer before it got offloaded from me and turned into one fracas after another, a shit-show culminating in some huge purchase. For nothing. I got turned back into a dev, which was ok. I got to isolatedly invent event-time processing in Spark: i loved that. my team was enthusiastic, if somewhat deluded by the process-centricity of some Ruby world fantasies. but the whole episode was dirt-bag, a massive under sell of self, working way above my talent-class with little reinforcement for quite considerably less pay at way longer a commute than was sensible. And I took that stupid expensive apartment, unbelievably out of proportion expensive if I was going to keep deluding myself that the money delta was just around the corner, that I'd airbnb. Maybe roomie if I had to. It's merciful my landlord kept not telling me what the story was until the 23rd hour, that she jacked my rent (beyond legal limits I now know) and signalled to me the GTFO.
I did. I peaced. I want to peace again. Its been a long time since I've cruised ebay and craigslist for the cheap, nice, awesome sprinter vans. There's one now for $9000 that itches, just itches for me. I for it. Pre the new urea-injection fuel-burning "clean" diesel era. Quite near. I want to fuck off. Pay 3/5 as much rent, periodically, camp, do the code thing. I have some small moneys now. I don't want to burn it. I'm almost close to a down payment, a sizable one. I don't think the PMI makes that much difference, but i'm such a cheapskate- I want the economics to not just be ok but to make out. Take a tenant, have them pay a good part of it, skate on for 2 years. Figure it out from there. I want the footloose time, direly, badly, being a cheapass and doing well, writing good software, building a more than financial, a personal, brand base for a time, working contracts and trying to develop independent revenue streams.
It all feels super shitty right now. I'm way above par, way under my expectations. Moving makes it clear. These houses of 20-somethings, me yet still a barely-30 and kind of on an escape, but with such wild variance. The cost of life is too damned high. There's way too much bullshit to live good and well, to have others living good and well with me. I'd such dreams of cybercommunes, of affordable ways of life with others for whom the greater freer idea of the net and the noosphere had captured and compelled wholly. I'm so well paid right now it's unbelievable, but there's so little to compare against, so little ways forward aside from catching an edge on and up. No one understands or believes me now. I have some fanatics who understand me at work, but the top levels- well- i fantasize they got some top-secret word from the leaving founders that I was good but not to be trusted, from some other rank and filers, one's they knew better but who did not trust or understand me, who have so much less experience and wisdom than what I've captured. I feel marginalized, and only partially wanting to reconcile- they don't seem to do much & yet I still loath that public figurehead, not when I don't have that ability to push a forward image so obviously dissolute from ground truth.
I put myself on trial in my 1-on-1 recently, which I frequently readily do to most, open the meta-reflective portal, but for some reason I'd never opened to how lax I've been as a scrummaster before and finally jumped deep into it this time. My own ethics be damned- they've been good recently- I seem to have zero will to question or challenge anyone else in this environment. There's charlatanism all about, everywhere I've been, in varying reigns, but I'm nominally supposed to be making sure this team is applied & doing it's shit. We keep closing ok points, but there's some unbeleivable fucked up nothing going on, and a lot of people making up work for no real reason esp with no real backing. And as scrum-master, facilitator for the team, I've deliberately not raised questions, not pushed. I've let loads of nothing and zilch get by. Any real scrum master would be feet to the hot irons, asking fake quasi ignorant questions designed to probe out WTF while clearly the team just knows the real answer is a fat zero, zilch. I don't want to do that. That fake interest seems so remarkably fake to me, like it's never fooled anyone. I want this responsibility, but my answer, the way I'd go about this, is not polite, not via these team spirited means; I've dealt with so many problematic coders, so many people that I'd jettison- if no one is going to ask me, well, wtf ever. Boat can stay on. I think I'd mantle more than I need to- burn legit cred in public- by trying to fake my team with fake concern and fake help and fake assistance than how any authentic knowing dealing with real problems would happen. There's legit problems with people just making whatever the fuck up, and there's even more legit problems with people just not doing jack nor shit.
Paid super well. Get to do really good, clean, sharp work. Commute slightly longer than preferable. Some mixed feelings about where I've volunteered myself for, somewhat just to keep the team going.
(post 2 hour delayed. hi.)