It’s constantly flowing isn’t it?
And every time we say, “I’ll get to it someday”, we’re really gambling on the idea that we’ll actually have the time—that our next breath won’t be our last.
“Who has time? Who has time? But then if we never take time, how can we have time?”
It’s interesting that the less time I have, the more I need to get done.
And yet, here I am again… wasting time.
If you don’t do web development or design, you might never have seen these.
They show up on the front page of my Feedburner account—a system of tracking subscriptions to xml feeds that was recently acquired by Google.
It’s funny… I would have missed them too had the first one not appeared. Then I started refreshing the page to see whether it was an error or not.
It’s the little things that entertain me.
If you aren’t using a feed reader (and there’s so many options available), you should be. They cut down on the amount of surfing you’ll have to do each day while visiting your favorite sites. It’s like getting a custom made newspaper delivered to your door each day.
Cait says I should update. So here it is.
She wants us to believe that she’s the greatest in the world, but I am.
So there.
Clear your part of the fucking lane! The second two feet of snow is going to make it hell for everyone… especially someone driving a tank of a van.
Bastards!
I often drive the shop van home.
It’s a Ford E350, which if you know anything about vans, is like driving a tank.
My driveway is at the end of a closed lane. When we get 2 feet of snow in a day and a half, that lane can become a little difficult to back down. I back down it because it’s easier to drive out in the morning.
I’ve gotten quite good at parking this beast.
Even in spite of the fact that my neighbor parks like an asshole. I can’t remember the last time I saw her park parallel to the road side.
It’s not angle parking, bitch!
I think Twittervision perfectly encapsulates what the global village is all about. People connecting from all over.
It isn’t always accurate (sometimes the placeholders are off), but it is damn interesting.
You sit there and watch the globe spin. Time falls away. The actual tweets don’t matter so much as where they’re being posted from.
Whether you twitter or not, definitely take a look.
(Found via Zen Habits.)
There was a missing document for all of our instructor paperwork.
So everyone of us made time to get it done. The paperwork was faxed off.
Then two of us missed signing a document.
They came in and singed. That paperwork was signed.
Those two are now fully qualified instructors and the two of us whose paperwork was right on the first fax are still waiting.
WTF?! Are you serious?
This isn’t how I want to start my teaching career. You obviously looked at them all to find out that the second two people were missing signatures.
If you have the documents, process the damn thing.
What have I come too?!
I have a FB account for my shop, but as previously mentioned, I despise FB.
I have Twitter for micro-updates, this site for major ones and an assortment of online services for photos and such.
What do I need FB for?
And yet, I’m on there every day! Checking to see what’s new. Checking to see what my “friends” are up to.
How did this happen?
Did I mention I despise FB?
No more!
This weekend was a little scary, really long, and really tiring.
But we made it. I—along with 3 friends—stepped into my scuba instructor exam with trepidation.
Let me describe my experience:
All in all, I did really well. Surprisingly better than I thought. And my teammates (Tanya, Marla, and Colten) did really well too (we were all pretty even in the running. No-one showed up any other …which was nice, since that wasn’t the point of this).
Today at 7:12 PM (PST), I entered the water at Whiskey Cove with Tanya. We followed the slope to a depth of 79 feet (24 metres), swam along for a while and then slowly made our way back to the shallows.
The water was perfect with only a hint of rippling on the surface.
When we emerged 32 minutes later, we pulled our fins off and made our way back to the van. Not a single word was said (though that might have been more to do with fatigue than not wanting to spoil the moment).
We had just completed out one hundredth dive. It was an important milestone. We couldn’t enter the instructor exam next week without it.
It was also cool to finish this milestone where and with whom I started. Back in January, I was at 41 dives and creeping along at a nudibranch’s pace (a nudibranch is an underwater slug. Learn to dive already friends!). Tanya was looking for a dive buddy and asked me (actually, I distinctly recall the message going something like “Dave, we’re diving sunday”. Being that it came from nowhere, I could only reply with “Okay”).
After Tanya and I went diving, the dives just sort of piled on. Which is why I call it the start. Almost 2 years to get to 40… 10 months to get to 100. Thank you again, Tanya!