It’s been since October with these Habari people, and I’m totally through. It’s not worth it any more.
Day after ceaseless day, the agony of having decisions by committee… It’s finally gotten the best of me. I thought I could handle it, but it’s just not working out.
Having an uncommon name is a blessing and a curse. I like my name, which is interesting because there are many people who do not. I do not recall the exact numbers, but there as a large percentage of people in a recent Wii poll who did not like their own name.
What’s nice about an uncommon name is that you don’t get confused with other people. It’s very easy to request “owen@somedomain.com” instead of the lousy “o.winkler@somedomain.com” because there aren’t many Owens to request the address. You don’t have to postfix the uncommon name with a last initial for disambiguation.
Reminded once again today during a once-monthly stop at the bank (which only makes the whole thing even more aggravating, since I hardly have the need to interact with people outside of the house these days at all, with these minor exceptions, like the bank) that the world/powers-that-be are still hard at work eroding our privacy for no discernible positive effect.
I was depositing some checks that had accumulated around the house. I figured that I would save myself the step of getting money out of the ATM in the lobby by adding an amount of $20 to withdraw as cash on these checks.
Have you noticed this going on?
You’re driving down the road, doing your own thing, and you see a bird. It’s just a little generic bird, sitting in the road. Maybe he’s with a friend or two.
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