re: the lightning in my veins…
this week has been a good week. a tremendous week.
working in IT is a funny one. one of the problems i have always had with it is the lack of produce. for a lot of us there is rarely a nice, containable, chunk of material achievement to leave behind at the end of every day. this is something i do miss when i cannot have it. when i was a butcher there was always a fruit [or meat] for my labours. in IT you can have the busiest day of your life and produce… nothing.
you start to resent the system, the process that seems entirely made up of burning hoops and brick walls. an environment that stinks of a “can’t do” attitude and people who seem hell-bent on getting the absolute bare minimum done - or worse - being seen to do the right thing rather than doing the right thing.
but then… sometimes… you get to actually deliver stuff. it’s like the sweet-spot contact of a driver with a golf-ball. it hardly ever happens [for me] but when it does it feels like clouds have parted and a ray of sunshine has found it’s way to me.
then i went to IBM’s ‘pulse comes to you’ event in london on wednesday. surrounded by innovators [to varying degrees] and technology that made it seem like “you know what? we are going to get this somewhere special…”. An expert from Gartner talking about the shape and direction of Systems Management in line with Cloud, Mobility and Big Data trends laid out huge challenges - both cultural and technologic and yet it did not seem insurmountable.
then, across the top of all of this, i rejoined the tarmac wars. biku came out of mothballs and together we rode a four day commuter week [IBM PCTY was a suit/tube day]. i ached and my legs wobbled when i took the stairs but it hurt so good!
that is why i have lightning in my veins… ok everybody?
what preoccupies me all the time is the mystery of the potato
back on message…
hello everybody…
it’s me, tinfish. you may remember me from such blogs as… this one. i’ve been off the blogging for a bit but i am back now - and mediocrer than ever.
i’ll send this beasty off now while i give my pink arms a little respite from the ravages of the sun god. overexposure in a beer garden - i’m not proud of it. after morning runs and such fitness, conscious activities i headed over to kentish town and found a beer garden, a paper and a steady stream of cider. and then i people watched.
our first episode was straight out of TOWIC. four pretentious, stupid, stupid, pretentious articles planted themselves to my left. inverted-triangle-shape guy with messy hair and ray-bans and stick-insect blonde on his arm. both arrived bare foot which i thought was so cool. stick-insect kept pointing out how chubby she felt, in an insipid attempt to acquire compliments. her boyfriend said something along the lines of ‘well yah - you are getting a bit fat’. she then went into the details of when she was fifteen she realised she would have to lose a couple of stone or she would never get a boyfriend. teacher, marking homework to my left, spat her rum and coke across the table as a final outburst in reaction to the nonsense being spouted at unnecessary volume. boyfriend now agrees - he saw a photo of her at age fifteen and she was a ten stone whale.
“oh my god, look at this melon salad. it’s basically just lumps of melon in a salad.”
$%*$£)*^*£$^)£$^*%$*%(!!!!!! i had to phase out of this watching as i was closed to getting a shotgun.
to my left now we have a young guy and his newly single, female, flatmate. this was a truly brilliant dynamic that was thoroughly brilliant to watch as an outsider. to the untrained eye this was a mate looking after his girl-mate because she was feeling vulnerable and lonely straight out of a break-up. bit of banter, lunch, and then off to city farm we go.
in reality what we have here is a guy who’s been utterly fucked over by this girl. it was written all over the body language between the two. he is crazy about her and she knows. she wants reassurance because she’s been dumped, so she asks him and he drops everything to spend time with her - including his new girlfriend. he will traipse around, carry her shopping, remind her how gorgeous she is and engage in hollow banter even though in his head he’s screaming “I LOVE YOU, YOU BASTARD”. she knows this of course - but she doesn’t want him in that way - she wants the attention - for a while.
then… bob bloody fossil sat down. near me. me!
my mind was then completely distracted by fossil quotes. you know - the old hairy man. old hairy hand-foot man? gorilla!
coffee machine is flirting with me!
- alex: have you seen the way kieren eats his food, he DEALS with it. there is NO messing.
- me: i bet he gives a mean blowjob.
- alex: yes he does!
BYOIT
so i’ve filled in a survey today with i think may lead into participation for a pilot for a “bring your own i.t. initiative”. i had to scoff when i got to the section about whether my “personal system was superior to my work system”. erm… well casting for a moment the appalling xp builds distributed to [and subsequently cripples the] adequate hardware we have to one side - i turned my back on *doze* a long, long, long time ago. i was shown a path of righteousness in unix and never looked back. i live on mac osx and i work on flavours of linux and have little need for anything else…
but would that work?
would i get my mac integrated into *active* directory, get Tivoli client software for mac - or will the initiative be targeted at home dozers with nothing more complicated than powerpoint in their work toolshed?
would i… need to violate my hardware with a virtual machine of a sith flavour?
i’d never let you anywhere near my tits
i feel this needs simplifying by complicating it…
the more glittery the clothes, the tighter the vagina
he said you gotta have sex with what you’ve got, it doesn’t make a difference if it’s fanny or cock
the pubic horse has bolted kieren
hello my name is tinfish and this is my blog, an effort to track my thirties, my nonsense, my life, my loves and more-often-than-not my rants.