July 2008 Archives
DefCon 16... Aug 8-10th, 2008.
I'm officially in DefConMode now. I think it started yesterday.
Heather & Dave are driving x-country and will be down here on Thursday to visit for a few days, then we will caravan up to Vegas on Sunday.
Packing has already started. I got a couple pelican cases for transport this year. Cisco & Linksys POE switches are packed. I need to get the misc cables, labler, etc packed up soon.
I suspect this week will both go quickly and slowly at the same time.
I'm officially in DefConMode now. I think it started yesterday.
Heather & Dave are driving x-country and will be down here on Thursday to visit for a few days, then we will caravan up to Vegas on Sunday.
Packing has already started. I got a couple pelican cases for transport this year. Cisco & Linksys POE switches are packed. I need to get the misc cables, labler, etc packed up soon.
I suspect this week will both go quickly and slowly at the same time.
I wrote this on the plane, flying out to Austin back on 4/19/08. I've been meaning to post it for a big.
Blog:
intellectually and mentally I am visual
Emotionally I am very aural.
Sounds, music trigger deeply seated emotions inside me, places that people cannot reach.
People do not know how to reach those places. It only takes the sound of the heart, the sound of love. It is not words that you can utter. It is something on a much different level, and only that sound will get through to me.
I think perhps that person will need to have a good understanding of the influence of music, and thus how it impacts me.
Perhaps the music inside me was never given enough tender. It's what drew me to percussion as a child, and later to house music and DJ'ing. Now is the renaissance of my soul, a time to dig it all up and create a new foundation, and I shall listen to the music and let it guide my heart and my hands. I shall be better for it, for it is love.
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The jet engine, it is not a roar, but a strained sound, providing a thick blanket to hide the chaos of slicing through the sky. They are tired. They would rather be at rest, but they push forward, enslaved to the body, intent on delivering their presciouis cargo safely to ground. In the background last of day meets and mixes with the onset of nite, fading into ether and deep outer space, the colours having been charismatically post-processed by God himself. the sky has a sound, as does day, as does nite, and the music of their blending needs only to be listened to in order to be heard. Peace has come. Rest soon, my friend. You deserve it, you have earned it.
Blog:
intellectually and mentally I am visual
Emotionally I am very aural.
Sounds, music trigger deeply seated emotions inside me, places that people cannot reach.
People do not know how to reach those places. It only takes the sound of the heart, the sound of love. It is not words that you can utter. It is something on a much different level, and only that sound will get through to me.
I think perhps that person will need to have a good understanding of the influence of music, and thus how it impacts me.
Perhaps the music inside me was never given enough tender. It's what drew me to percussion as a child, and later to house music and DJ'ing. Now is the renaissance of my soul, a time to dig it all up and create a new foundation, and I shall listen to the music and let it guide my heart and my hands. I shall be better for it, for it is love.
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The jet engine, it is not a roar, but a strained sound, providing a thick blanket to hide the chaos of slicing through the sky. They are tired. They would rather be at rest, but they push forward, enslaved to the body, intent on delivering their presciouis cargo safely to ground. In the background last of day meets and mixes with the onset of nite, fading into ether and deep outer space, the colours having been charismatically post-processed by God himself. the sky has a sound, as does day, as does nite, and the music of their blending needs only to be listened to in order to be heard. Peace has come. Rest soon, my friend. You deserve it, you have earned it.
Best text message EVER...
Date: 19 July 2008, 14:29 (PST)
From: <...>
You are the most giving person I've ever met. Hell we weren't even friends that well when we met and even then you were helping me.
You're a damn good friend, Steve. Thank you.
Date: 19 July 2008, 14:29 (PST)
From: <...>
You are the most giving person I've ever met. Hell we weren't even friends that well when we met and even then you were helping me.
You're a damn good friend, Steve. Thank you.
Today would be Dad's 77th birthday. I've had him on my mind a lot the last two weeks.
I plan on going up to visit his grave this weekend. I haven't done that in a few weeks.
I am still amazed, as I continue to grow as a person (as I expect to do until the day I die), that I am more alike to him than I ever thought, and grow more like him over time. I'm generally proud of that, actually. My respect and admiration for him grows still to this day, as after his passing I still learn new things I never knew before about him, his life, his experience. There are a number of similar parallels which make me feel closer to him even now. In some ways I wish I knew these things previously; but I do not discount what we had and have fond memories.
I worry about the future of the "Kirk" family name. I am the eldest son. By some views, the head of the family. My disagreements with the other members of the clan notwithstanding, I have been giving thought to how to continue the distinction and heritage of the family name, in spite of other circumstances. Time will tell how that plays out.
Meanwhile, I'm glad Dad is in a better place now. He's not gone, and I feel him with me all the time. I'm very glad for that; it's comforting. He and I, especially in later years, generally got along very well, and saw things very similarly. I need that.
Happy Birthday, Dad. Love ya.
I plan on going up to visit his grave this weekend. I haven't done that in a few weeks.
I am still amazed, as I continue to grow as a person (as I expect to do until the day I die), that I am more alike to him than I ever thought, and grow more like him over time. I'm generally proud of that, actually. My respect and admiration for him grows still to this day, as after his passing I still learn new things I never knew before about him, his life, his experience. There are a number of similar parallels which make me feel closer to him even now. In some ways I wish I knew these things previously; but I do not discount what we had and have fond memories.
I worry about the future of the "Kirk" family name. I am the eldest son. By some views, the head of the family. My disagreements with the other members of the clan notwithstanding, I have been giving thought to how to continue the distinction and heritage of the family name, in spite of other circumstances. Time will tell how that plays out.
Meanwhile, I'm glad Dad is in a better place now. He's not gone, and I feel him with me all the time. I'm very glad for that; it's comforting. He and I, especially in later years, generally got along very well, and saw things very similarly. I need that.
Happy Birthday, Dad. Love ya.
