"Network Solutions: The Dot-<expletive
deleted> Company."
After a ton of resubmissions, my contact data is
finally changed. Now that I know what magical combination of
information they want, hopefully creating the new host
entries and getting my domains moved to my new DNS servers
should be relatively easy (knocks loudly on the nearest
wood-like surface)...
You put your left foot in...
Went to the Fireside
Bowl on Friday with Erica, to see her favorite Ska band, which
has reaffirmed for me that there are always new experiences
waiting for you. ;-) Interesting place; it's an old bowling
alley (and apparently still functions as one) which has
turned into a punk/ska performance haven. No air
conditioning, but hey, 300 people, 3 box fans...that's
plenty, right? Memorable moment of the evening: Erica
wanted to get closer to the "stage" so she could see a
little better (the performers and the audience are basically
at the same level, so it's impossible to catch more than a
glimpse of the band between the spiked hair and people
bouncing)...and as the entire crowd around us starts moving
as one in a circular motion, it occurs to me that there
didn't appear to be any room for a mosh pit...
MusingsWhen was the last time
you didn't even stop to think about consequences or
repercussions if you took a stand on something you believe
in, and just acted? Not some glib remark about how a
co-worker is doing something wrong or arguing over a change
to the way something is being implemented in a project
you're working on, but actually standing up, deliberately
and decisively, and striking out or speaking up against
something that drives itself home as completely against your
sense of morality.
When was the last time you even thought about
what constitutes ethical and "moral" in your worldview,
either through personal interest or forced
situations?
When was the last time you felt as though you
were truly living deliberately (with apologies to
Thoreau)?
A number of events recently have forced me to
think about this kind of thing again. It occurs to me that I
can't recall a recent event of me reacting in a dramatic way
to something around me. Which made me wonder why; when I was
younger, I reacted quickly toward things which offended my
sense of ethics. The realization, I suppose, is that I've
done everything in my power to place myself in a position
where these kinds of questions never come up. I've buffered
myself quite nicely from the "evils" of the world; I've
surrounded myself with things which distract me, and with
people who do the same. I find myself in a "community"
dedicated to a set of ideals that, when looked at from a
distance, appear alien; dedication is only important when
applied to your career path, appearances are everything, and
toys are a good substitute for the things that are missing
in life. Drama and plot replaced by rationality in shades of
grey. Seems to lack a bit of art, doesn't it?
I have no idea where I'm going with this, and
it's really just a dump of a bunch of things I'm pondering
at the moment. I'll just stop here and let you read more
into it if you're feeling adventurous.