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David is an occasional blogger, software engineer, Nintendo fanboy, liberal, news magazine addict, voracious TiVo user, and bibliophile. He was born in St. Louis, grew up in southern Indiana, and returned to St. Louis to attend Washington University. He hasn't managed to escape yet. He's a fan of free wine tastings, too many tv shows to name, and eating out. David makes his living developing web applications used internally by his employer. He doesn't blog about work because he's heard too many stories about that causing workplace troubles. There's more on the about page. |
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10 June 2002 - 10:21 pm
My dad went to a golf scramble today and managed to come home with a rather nice CD/MP3 player. Not the portable kind, but the boombox type thing. This one, in fact. I liked it quite a bit, and managed to take possession of it through the clever use of the following argument.
Me: You don't need a CD player.
Dad: You're right. I guess you can have it.
So now I have this little CD player to replace the CD player I have at school. It doesn't really compare to the stereo I have in my room here at home, but it's small, and that's what matters in my room in St. Louis.
I'd like to talk about my work (especially since I put in 90 minutes of overtime today, and very much enjoyed it), but that doesn't seem like the thing to do on weblogs these days. Instead, I'll tell you about the dream I had last night. I can only remember bits and pieces of it, but I was living with some people I don't think I knew in a very dilapidated duplex that had been converted into a one family residence. (On one day the family would live in one half of the house, on the next they'd live in the other half.) We all played a lot of volleyball, but not sand volleyball, which is what I play in the summer. We played volleyball in a gym, like I used to in middle school. That's all I remember of it, and it isn't very much, but what I do remember is quite vivid. More vivid than most of my dreams, anyway.
What else is going on here? All of my high school friends are growing up. My good friend Eric Hall is now engaged. He and Carla are going to get married in early May (the date hasn't yet been set). And my friend Kelly O'Donnell, who just graduated from Syracuse, has taken a sportscasting job in Alabama. He starts on Friday, so he and his family are planning a hurried move this week. And then there's me, unchanged since 1996. I work, come home, and then go out with my friends, just like I've done every summer since I was 16. Well, perhaps slightly changed, if only by association. As I hear about my friends and their jobs and lives I'm reminded that this is probably my last summer here in Evansville, and for the first time since I started college, I'm enjoying my summer break. No grueling third shift job, no eight hour surgical procedures followed by months and months of a wired shut jaw, and no well paid but tediously boring job. Just a very fun job with a bunch of cool people, and a great group of friends to hang out with. I couldn't be happier right now.
Posted by on 10 June 2002 at 10:22 PM
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