infobits - infopalat

Over dinner, a few friends got to talking about lifetime learners (LLs), sometimes regarded as "the people who took too long to get their degrees." One of the LLs was a janitor who collected his diploma while in work clothes. A friend at the dinner table felt shame for the guy. His feeling intrigued me to inquire what it was all about. As a house cleaner for many years, I never felt ashamed of myself for having had such a job. It was good money for a 12 to 20-some year old. I was able to work relatively alone and did not have to bring people ketchup or mustard. And, I brought home some bacon.

The famous malice/stupidity quote seems luxurious when malice is stupid but intentional:

Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.

If you rework what you could or should have said to produce different scenarios from a disingenuous query, you waste your time and you reheat yourself in a mental microwave.

Let it go, some people are just assholes.

Ben is awesome. I have been slightly hormonally edgy and he just walks by in a somewhat "du-du-du, du-du-du" fashion, getting stuff ready for his early morning ride. It's nice to know that he doesn't get swayed too much by my small roller coasters. It's also refreshing that he is not set on "fixing" my mood.

Meanwhile, he is responding to someone's email, "In (also +1 for pole dancing lessons)." Not sure if he wants to pole dance or if he wants me to pole dance. It is 98% a joke and purposefully ambiguous. He does have a sense of humor.

One of my main work mottos is to make other Engineering folks' jobs easier. Provide information at face value. Focus your feedback so although you feel that you "do not have time," others can avoid making up for your lack of clarity. Life would be a lot simpler if this were reciprocated.

Bitch mode is now off. Count.

My tolerance for crowds is limited. I wandered around SF Pride today and it drained my energy: people, people, and more people. I filled my Pride-crowd quota for probably the next three years. Sorta like Folsom, but without all the ugly penises being strangled. I guess I just feel a little sympathetic asphyxiation seeing all those cock rings. The rings do pale in comparison to the people who dress in head-to-toe plastic and mask their faces. I have to look away or I start to breathe deeply. "Need" "more" "air". But I digress.

All-in-all, the Pride crowds were calm, respectful, and upbeat. It was nice to see so many people having a good time.