3Apr, I lock myself out of the technical team. Thereafter, it's going to be a race to see how quickly I can hire and coach myself out of non-technical work, so that I can go back to purely technical work without the non-technical work tripping over itself. This appears to be a significant challenge. I wonder if I will survive. (Yes, really only worried about my well being in the context of this post.) :P

Marriage & Convenience

Some people find it strange that mercs like me have no problem with signing a marriage. Look, I'm a contractor. A marriage is a contract. It says A, you do A; it says no B, you don't do B; you no A or you B, I sue you. Easy as pie. What's the big deal? ^_- What? Romance? That's not a marriage. That's fucking around, fools.


A difficult day.

It began with a fake mistake.
Continued with a decision on naming a new business.
Thereafter progressed to the revision of copy.
Met pause by a consultation on scalability.
Fallen then to arguments on values.
Returned once more to copy.
Ended with indecision on whether it is at this time, more important for me to commit to a study of programming language theory or numerical computing.
On with it... ehehe


Is This, Home?

Well, generally I don't associate myself with my local geography in an affectionate fashion. But a number of quaint things happened today, and I figured I'd jot down... the moment, as it stands. It is my fifth month, in the current job.

It's 9pm. So there I am in a cafe, where two years ago I'd been every day - back when I was performing groundwork for the setup of another specialty coffeeshop. A big dude walks in with a friend - he points at me, I know him - he's a retired HR executive who now runs a supperclub. I'm sitting in front of my notebook computer. He says, "you're working hard," I say, "I'm talking to girls," he says, "that's the best way to work." We each return to our activities. I'm talking to an amazing person.

A few minutes later, two familiar blokes walk by the cafe, and I point at them, they wave back. The owner of a software development vendor, and a software trainer who works for the government. We chat on Facebook, and later, I join them at a bar down the street. Ownerman asks me, what would make me happy - I say, "if they fired me right now, and I could go on holiday." Trainerdude catches me up on news, he actually exited from a venture a year ago - that's news, so maybe he's been under NDA. We leave. I'm still talking to Amazing - it's been the highlight of my week.

I go home and resume a conversation in a Facebook group about opinions on the Malaysian startup ecosystem. What a g-man phrase. But it shows that the g-men and g-women have been busy. I blame only vested interests. Then my current troll pops up and refers to me in the third-person, so I edit his comment for grammar and post it on my About Me section. I make a new friend or two from the chat - making a point to "show up," in the industry that I work in pays off, sometimes. I have a 10AM weekly management sharing session to attend.

None of this makes me feel old. But it does make me feel very traditional.

Good night.
The flashing lights.
The cop cars.
Your weight.
Your skin, and silhouette.
The smell.
Our cries. Our lives. Our bets.