Quantum Trickery - Einstein's Strangest Theory
http://science.slashdot.org/science/05/12/28/042251.shtml?tid=166&tid=14
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Blues & Telecommuting
I'm really getting depressed...
And so Christmas has come and gone. Work still is hectic with people quitting left and right. I don't know how long I can handle this. Work has been a year of stress.
And a new [old] big house with some issues. Menards with some issues with their cabinets. New small town with no friends. No office to go into. Too much work with no enough people to do it.
Now I've 'worked' my way into a big hole with a large mortgage and a remote town with no real job opportunities. The good thing is that Tamara is stable. She has always been a rock. But I've yet again managed to tick her off. Even she's getting depressed about me.
And let me tell you, telecommuting isn't all that great. It seems that many others agree. I surfed into this discussion:
http://techdirt.com/articles/20051227/017237_F.shtml
With links to these articles:
For Workers, It's Face Time Over PC Time
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/25/weekinreview/25zeller.html?ex=1293166800&en=38c385eb7e6baebc&ei=5090&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss
Telecommuters Causing Mistrust In The Workplace?
http://www.techdirt.com/articles/20040517/0911221_F.shtml
http://management.silicon.com/careers/0,39024671,39120750,00.htm
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A survey from effectiveness consultancy Priority Management for Microsoft has shown that more and more people are working with people they've never actually met – so-called 'invisible workers' – and feel that they're not working as effectively as they could be.
"
And so Christmas has come and gone. Work still is hectic with people quitting left and right. I don't know how long I can handle this. Work has been a year of stress.
And a new [old] big house with some issues. Menards with some issues with their cabinets. New small town with no friends. No office to go into. Too much work with no enough people to do it.
Now I've 'worked' my way into a big hole with a large mortgage and a remote town with no real job opportunities. The good thing is that Tamara is stable. She has always been a rock. But I've yet again managed to tick her off. Even she's getting depressed about me.
And let me tell you, telecommuting isn't all that great. It seems that many others agree. I surfed into this discussion:
http://techdirt.com/articles/20051227/017237_F.shtml
With links to these articles:
For Workers, It's Face Time Over PC Time
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/25/weekinreview/25zeller.html?ex=1293166800&en=38c385eb7e6baebc&ei=5090&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss
Telecommuters Causing Mistrust In The Workplace?
http://www.techdirt.com/articles/20040517/0911221_F.shtml
http://management.silicon.com/careers/0,39024671,39120750,00.htm
"
A survey from effectiveness consultancy Priority Management for Microsoft has shown that more and more people are working with people they've never actually met – so-called 'invisible workers' – and feel that they're not working as effectively as they could be.
"
Max's bad behavior
Max had a particularly difficult time in church on Christmas Eve. I guess we can use excuses that the timing of 5pm was bad for him, but the reality is that he has a hard time sitting still and being quiet. He embarressed us since he was so loud and fidgety. I've never seen a child in church be so awful. We were livid and left early since we couldn't stand his behavior any longer. So we both promised that he was going to bed early once we got back to Butch and Dianne's house.
We got home and I told him while he was in his car seat that I was going to spank him several times, once for all the bad things he did. Hanging on the pew. Dropping the hymnal on the floor. Crawling under the pew and hitting it with his hand. Standing on the back of the pew. Being very loud. And once we were inside I pulling down his shorts and gave him 5 good slaps on the butt. Tamara freaked and tried to stop me and it got ugly.
I asked Max if he wanted to eat dinner and he told me no. Then Tamara went upstairs and asked him and he said yes and came down for dinner. The look on his face when he looked at me just killed me inside. He looked so scared of me.
Butch mentioned to me that whatever Tamara was doing wasn't working. What we are doing isn't working. Max hit at Tamara again the next day. She pretty much ignored it. I don't know what to do. He is so looking like a ADHD kid. :(
We got home and I told him while he was in his car seat that I was going to spank him several times, once for all the bad things he did. Hanging on the pew. Dropping the hymnal on the floor. Crawling under the pew and hitting it with his hand. Standing on the back of the pew. Being very loud. And once we were inside I pulling down his shorts and gave him 5 good slaps on the butt. Tamara freaked and tried to stop me and it got ugly.
I asked Max if he wanted to eat dinner and he told me no. Then Tamara went upstairs and asked him and he said yes and came down for dinner. The look on his face when he looked at me just killed me inside. He looked so scared of me.
Butch mentioned to me that whatever Tamara was doing wasn't working. What we are doing isn't working. Max hit at Tamara again the next day. She pretty much ignored it. I don't know what to do. He is so looking like a ADHD kid. :(
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Jayhawks - Waiting For The Sun - Hollywood Town Hall
It just snowed 6 inches. It's beautiful here at home. Work has been a nightmare. Bittersweet indeed.
Not sure why this song moves me so much.... there's truth there somewhere:
Jayhawks - Waiting For The Sun - Hollywood Town Hall
I was waiting for the sun
Then I walked on home alone
What I didn't know
Was he was waiting for you to fall
So I never made amends
For the sake of no one else
For the simple reason
That he was waiting for you to fall
It was not lost on me
It was not lost on me
Walkin' on down the road
Looking for a friend to handout
Somethin' might ease my soul
So I kept my spirits high
Entertaining passers-by
Wrapped in my confusion
While he was waiting for you to fall
It was not lost on me
It was not lost on me
Walkin' on down the road
Looking for a friend to handout
Somethin' might ease my soul
It was not lost on me
It was not lost on me
Walkin' on down the road
Walkin' on down the road
Walkin' on down the road
Walkin' on down the road
Not sure why this song moves me so much.... there's truth there somewhere:
Jayhawks - Waiting For The Sun - Hollywood Town Hall
I was waiting for the sun
Then I walked on home alone
What I didn't know
Was he was waiting for you to fall
So I never made amends
For the sake of no one else
For the simple reason
That he was waiting for you to fall
It was not lost on me
It was not lost on me
Walkin' on down the road
Looking for a friend to handout
Somethin' might ease my soul
So I kept my spirits high
Entertaining passers-by
Wrapped in my confusion
While he was waiting for you to fall
It was not lost on me
It was not lost on me
Walkin' on down the road
Looking for a friend to handout
Somethin' might ease my soul
It was not lost on me
It was not lost on me
Walkin' on down the road
Walkin' on down the road
Walkin' on down the road
Walkin' on down the road
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