at the end of last year, a friend of mine died of brain cancer. recently another friend died of a brain tumor. we weren't that close, but this one got me to thinking -- what is it all worth?. we worked together for around five years, and while i never expressed it... i greatly admired the guy. he was the best manager of technologists there was and had a near perfect balance of understanding technology and knowing how it applied to business. he eventually became the cio of a fortune 500 company and got the respect (and riches) he deserved.
after telling a mutual friend about his death and talking about it a bit... our friend was athletic and quite active. in fact, we distinctly remembered his annual plans for the triathalon in san diego every year. while he never finished in first place (or the top 10 for that matter), he always completed the race. he also wasn't a health nut, but unlike many of us... he wasn't running off for fast food every day nor guzzling down softdrinks (aside from diet pepsi).
it just goes to show you that you can take really good care of yourself and be a super great and successful guy, but in the end... we all die. some sooner than they should. sometimes often life just sucks.
i stepped outside today to grab the mail. g*d, it was nice to feel the sun beaming down on me. it was warm. it made me feel warm. i stood outside for a bit literally soaking up what the sun would give.
this domain may be going away soon. a voice inside me suggests it would be for the best, perhaps the necessary nudge for change -- no hidden meaning in there for any conspiracy theorists that read this. who knows? part of me wants change, part of me doesn't. *shrug* on to another day i suppose.
i swear to g*d that it must rain every day around here now and boy does that bring out the worst in people -- and probably me too. i know i could use a little sunshine!
so today i was trying to get to the post office... cars were lined up deep to get one of a handfull of parking spots. and wouldn't ya know it, some idiot was chatting with two other people at the back of their car. they were just yammering away seemingly without a car that people are trying to get in to do their business. i was a inch away from rolling down my window and explain to them how they were being inconsiderate pricks. had i not had children in the car... i was so pissed the "c" word might have come out with respect to the woman gabbing with them.
ten minutes later, i finally get through the loop a second time and get a spot. i get out with packages in hand and i pass by one of the assholes that was holding things up. "hows it going", he says. biting my tongue i replied "alright" without missing a step heading towards the door. my first thought was that he noticed i was pissed when we passed by them in the parking lot, but then he pulls out some little robots and asks if i'm interested ... before he gets into his sales pitch i abruptly tell him "not a chance" and keep walking. the nerve! i should have introduced myself as law enforcement and asked to see his vendor license. hawking his wares on federal property and wasting the time of a number of folks.
i get back home, kick the itunes back into gear and what do i here? bob dylan singing "rainy day women 12 & 35". heh. apropos on some many different levels.
it's kinda odd... i've been listening to a lot of softer music lately. bob dylan, r.e.m, and a lot of billy joel. maybe i really am getting old... and cranky.