I have noticed several things about myself, and given that I have not been given a biographer, it is necessary for me to do so. Unfortunately through a series of random events shaping my life in that particular way I variously reconstruct it, I have never quite found myself in thrall to a singular achievement of genius that would justify my fame. So I have spent the extra cycles apart from life, documenting life. As such I call myself a writer and this blog, I imagine, can be considered a gigantic toilet paper roll of textual selfies. But I only self-deprecate out of ego. You know, dear reader, precisely how much genius I am, and of course I know that your assessment is contingent on the particular way you will reconstruct your memory of being assaulted by my verbosity. Then again, you asked for it.
Yesterday I happened to change my Twitter profile picture and tagline. I went from the old hedcut to the black52. And I think I may have removed 'writer' from my traditional four spoked bio of (dad. architect. writer. entrepreneur.) You see I am currently 'wry stoic and tactical epistemologist'. Such a description suggests that I am so much more of a p-zombie than I am. Rather it should suggest exactly what I do online in response to those questions that I am asked. It is a relativistic description of an avocation of someone who is famous in the wrong places for the wrong reasons. In fact, I am that person who like both Bill Clinton and George Washington, pays full attention to what you are saying when in personal company. And yet how many people actually grab my full and direct focus for significant periods of time? If there were more, I certainly wouldn't spend so much time online in social spaces. Then again, I cannot tell you how well I am enjoying Barenboim & Chopin this dark Sunday morning. Nocturnes on 9/11 in the morning twilight watching my analog clock.
The point of all these two previous paragraphs, you mindless monkey, is to remind you that I am so much more in person even though I suspect people reduce me down to the sexual and professional essentials. If I spent more time around people who dress well, it would add that dimension. And for those who eat well, that as well. All well and good when one is in person and in some modicum of pleasant presentability sexually and professionally, because isn't that all anyone talks about? I hardly know. My presence and verbosity tend to twist the subjects of what I presume ordinary people discuss, that is to say ordinary people who call what they are doing 'discussion', as contrasted to fist bumps & emojis, prattle & whining, coy cajoling and (whoops, that's sex again).. and uhm, entertainment and politics. I prefer discussions, peppered with wit that makes one laugh at the turning of a phrase rather than at the expense of a personality, whelps that most of us are. And so in the company of the unwashed masses, I am given to be anonymous unless I am serving a purpose that increases my curiosity or famousity, both of which I have increasingly engaged over the past several years.
The hats at 2600 serve to remind me that my current calling card is insufficient, and my overworld approach to anonymity requires a more hidden aspect. So going back to the August meeting I recall that the man who wanted my Amazon hoodie (which believe me, he can have) has a rather impenetrably visual website I probably need to curl cleverly to get more out of. There's not enough crypto in my life and I'm paranoid about that. But there also is not enough reference to my life as it occurs in real life in my writing life. Nor are there necessarily appropriate channels for those I come across in the world to access those various parts of my being that are not sexual and professional. In other words, I have been wearing a mask that says not quite enough, and since I have learned recently how exactly to drink socially in bars with strangers, there needs to be a way to extend communications. I will do so, securely.
So we dedicate today's post to Jennifer Barrett who is my latest Twitter follower. (who appears attractive and smart).
As I have been assigned to Siberia for a six month excursion into the world of Operations, I am beginning to realize how much I have been Development oriented even as I call myself deeply dipped in DevOps. When it comes to networks, I am still wearing boxing gloves. Not all thumbs but not much more in the grasp department. I can push things around with some effort. I am, however, falling into a productive groove and actually look forward to the installations and monitoring agents I will be putting in place over the next few weeks. HashiCorp's Consul is the first of these tools I will deploy professionally.
The commute to work is difficult for me, and I am going to have to switch my sleeping and waking schedule. I now work downtown which is a mixed blessing. There are some wonderful eateries, but I can't keep spending money on them. I'm better off with a quick sandwich eaten at the desk. So I'll moderate that. The biggest problem is the depressing drive up and down Central Avenue to and from work. Ick.
In my Circle of Trust activities, Consul will be combined with Vault and a Beaglebone Black. What I need is the ability to put a network inside of my network and work that angle. Also I want a portable VPN, and perhaps a gigantic battery in my computer bag. But the immediate task is, as it has been, to demarcate some lines between my several email addresses and services and determine which will be outwardly facing and which will be inwardly facing.
I haven't made any progress in the Data Science arena. I've basically taken the R book out of my computer bag.
Anyway this has taken too long. What I'm going to do is find a way to push a daily tweet storm of what I send to Evernote based off my Feedly feed. that Will present a more comprehensive sampling of my interests and perhaps draw me closer to the network of associates I wish to engage, at long last, in person perhaps to be introduced into the Circle of Trust. Essentially a phile as Neal Stephenson imagines, one whose depth and breadth is curated by a group like my T50.