one lonely success

seeing this picture reminds of the time back in 1993 when i was telling my parents about my grand idea to write a program that would store web addresses in a rolodex for internet sites.

two years ago this weekend i was in seattle with stonebraker and the crew:

Seattle Blog: Chapter 1

so i’m sitting in an overpriced cafe in terminal four in the not-so-world-famous ontario airport. my long-awaited and much needed pacific northwest vacation has officially begun. i’ve already made the mandatory stop to the newstand to buy a magazine for the flight. because you know, between my ibook, psp, and ipod i’m really going to be wanting for entertainment on my 3 hour flight.

if you’re rolling your eyes, you should knock that shit off, because the magazine i bought happens to be the latest issue of spin magazine with death cab for cutie on the cover. the best album you’re probably not listening to is ‘plans’ and you should be ashamed because you’re obviously not listening to the podcast.

ok what flight am i supposed to be on?

fuck. probably the one they just announced.

Seattle Blog, Chapter 2: Blessed Witness:

’m sitting here trying to be jazzed about my vacation away from reality, but all the while the television is screaming about katrina and its victims. Saying these people have lost everything is an understatement and when they say that there are somethings worse than death, i’m sure they were talking about some of these poor faces.

and so the cable networks have been allowing everyone to chime in with their two cents. robbie kennedy is blaming the environment, foxnews is worried about oil futures and espn cant quitting worrying about how this will impact the nfl season.

meanwhile, i cant help but think that if your the omnipotent then it’s time to step up to the plate and take some responsibility for the shit you’ve unleashed on the unexpecting. like ben harper sang, “…if you’re going to take the praise, then you’re going to have to learn to take the blame.”

am i wrong in reasoning that if i’m supposed to be thankful to you for the blessings in my life, then i’ve every right to be angry at you for the hell you’ve brought down to thousands of innocent souls?

this is the elephant in the room that no one is talking about.

sound rediculous?

you bet it is and therein lies my point. if you’re not going to blame your diety for the world’s pain and suffering then you have no business thanking him for peace and happiness.

word.

Seattle Blog, Chapter 3: Geography 101

my connector flight through san jose was painless. i had an hour layover so i grabbed some choice refreshments while engaging in some people-watching. so now i’m cruising at 30,000ft and the california landscape has quickly become a patchwork of fields. still no sign of the that big line running across the landscape that lets me know when i’ve crossed over into oregon.

seattle or bust!

Seattle Blog, Chapter 4: Sincerely Yours

dear socal,

seattle rawks and i’m never coming home.

love,
me

Seattle Blog, Chapter 5: it was late when

he only wants someone to want him, but in a fit of insecurity he’s plagued to start each story in the same unmelodic way. this short line of prose haunted him and no matter how hard he tried to begin a new chapter, he couldn’t get past that same cursed opening line.

“it was late when…”

those same words over and over. so maybe he was going crazy or maybe it was so much more.

you see, dear reader, when he stopped and was honest with himself he knew that this really wasn’t all her fault. in fact, they both knew the truth and more and more it seemed that everyone who read his words would know it too.