I spent the majority of last week in San Francisco at an annual corporate training / team-building / liver-decimation exercise. It’s the only time each year that they bring together the consultants from all the regions and branches of Indirect Tax, and while the training sessions were particularly useful and informative this year, what it really represents is a chance for a very decentralized team (about 50 people from four continents) to gather together as a group and renew the personal connections that allow us to rely on each other at two in the morning when the proverbial shit and the metaphorical fan become a lot less proverbial and metaphorical. The latter is accomplished with structured activities, face-to-face time, conversations over dinners, a few war stories between Type-A personalities, and an open bar.
While “what happens in Frisco STAYS in Frisco” I will share the following sequence of Wednesday night texts from a good friend and colleague of almost five years, unedited:
ME: Did we lose you?
HIM: Jiffy saute g’day HDTV
HIM: Sarah heftier jiggly
HIM: Tree grey hoots
HIM: Fucjir I can’t tyie
ME: Where the HELL are you man??? That looks like a serious good time in progress!!!
I’m not going to lie, “Sarah heftier jiggly” became something of a theme and a mantra for the rest of that night. Was this a person, a place, an event? I won’t tell you the answer, but I will say it’s none of those things and all of them. And maybe the best auto-correct fail I’ve ever been a party to.
Thoughts about a movie, my job, and my writing after the cut…
Recently I’ve been writing a lot in two categories:
- Emails, whitepapers, SQL and Perl for my “day job” for about 12 hours a day. Now that the other Core Technical Resource has left our group, I’m the Lone Ranger, and the Lone Ranger is BUSY.
- Ten chapters of a new “post-steampunk-proto-rocket-age” novel. I’ve actually rewritten and re-plotted and redone these chapters 2-3 times. I hope to get them out to my pre-readers later this week. We’ll see. There will be more details about this over on serialstoryteller.com in the coming days as I start to ramp that up again.
What I haven’t been writing is a lot of blog posts. Ok, any blog posts. Or comments. Or even very many tweets. You know you’re busy when you’re too busy to tweet…It’s funny how that sentence works equally well if you substitute “lazy” for “busy” as the verb pair.
I spent today re-reading every blog post I’ve ever written. Both for missedher and deadcharming as well as everything I’ve written here. A lot of my stuff for here kinda sucks. I used to write because I had something to say about myself. Sort of a review and analysis. Then I became afraid of analysis and I stopped writing self review. Then, what I was writing got so bland that I stopped writing all together.
I actually started this blog to be a sort of family story/essay collection. Divided up into real chapters and essentially ready to be some sort of family record of tales I’d heard as a kid and always wanted to tell about the people and places I’d come from. A record of things genetic and environmental. That’s actually why I picked “my bad pants” as a title. I spoke to exactly the kind of stories my family tells, stories that are as much about who we come from as where we come from. As much about the genes I come from as the jeans I wear, and about the shoes I try to fill and the miles I’ve walked in them.
More about Writing, Movies, and the prophecies of Nora Ephron…