Music…

Symphony (feat. Zara Larsson)

What Is Love? (Deluxe)

Clean Bandit
and Words

I’ve been hearin’ symphonies
Before, all I heard was silence
A rhapsody for you and me
And every melody is timeless
Life was stringin’ me along
Then you came and you cut me loose
Was solo, singin’ on my own
Now I can’t find the key without you

And now your song is on repeat
And I’m dancin’ on to your heartbeat
And when you’re gone, I feel incomplete
So if you want the truth

Lyric excerpts from Genius.com.


I started at my current company in 2020; I continued to work remotely for the better part of 2021.  We proceeded with caution due to the pandemic and gradually reopened the world.  This included our policy to work from home.  However, we grew faster than we could logistically maintain.  We suddenly had more employees than we had desks.  This meant that even if I wanted to come into work in person, I couldn’t (without reserving a hotel desk).  I had far better monitors at home, so I preferred to work remotely.  Therefore, this didn’t impact me.

Eventually, my manager went out of her way to arrange a permanent desk for me with similar equipment.  However, that permanent desk came with strings attached.  Since desks were a limited resource, we were expected to come into the office two to three days per week.  Honestly, I had very few complaints about working from the office.  My wife commutes to Seattle four days per week and meets me in the afternoons near the office, so it worked out well.

Continue reading “A subtle loss from a mere change of scenery”

Music…

Running Up That Hill

Hounds of Love

Kate Bush
and Words

It doesn′t hurt me (yeah-yeah, yo)
Do you wanna feel how it feels? (Yeah-yeah, yo)
Do you wanna know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?
Do you wanna hear about the deal that I′m making? (Yeah-yeah, yo)

You
It’s you and me

And if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I′d get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
See, if I only could, oh

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


An enclosed courtyard sat on one side of our high school, opposite the main entrance.  They strategically placed it near the cafeteria and the snack bar.  Concrete tables covered the courtyard in my high school, circa 1980s.  Upon breaking for lunch, students congregated on these tables.  These tables became islands in an archipelago.  Each table hosted its own collection of people and thus its own culture, or cliques.

I met friends at one such table.  Most arrive early to maximize our time, minutes after the bell rings.  We examine pieces of paper with notes and numbers meticulously scribed.  We also had colored polyhedra with numbers scribed on each face.  We chat quickly to assess where we left off and embark on our adventure.

Continue reading “Living in the shadows”

Music…

Brain Damage

The Dark Side of the Moon

Pink Floyd
and Words

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
If there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I′ll see you on the dark side of the moon

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


I remember a toy rocket I had as a child.  It was molded plastic with stark red and white parts.  This toy resembled a rocket from the space program.  If I were to speculate, it was a replica of Apollo 11.  The red and white parts represented each stage that separated as the rocket progressed towards the moon.  I distinctly remember playing with this rocket in the dining room of my dad’s restaurant.

Along with the toy, I also had a book that demonstrated the separation between the stages and the boosters.  I don’t remember if it came with the toy or not; it might’ve been a separate coloring book.  However, the space program fascinated me, as it did most boys my age (and in that era).  In the back of my mind, I yearned to be an astronaut.

Continue reading “I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon”