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You know how some people let on that in their non-blog lives, they really are reasonably successful, running this, managing that, doing all right? And then there are others who share their angst and complain a lot. I am inclined towards the latter group. We are treading water in lives that don’t entirely make sense to us, and sometimes we stop paddling long enough to wonder why the hell we even bother –- and then start paddling again as the water rises.

It’s nice that I’m involved with global producers of technology. It’s cool that now and then I get to visit various countries and my employer pays for it. That’s all pretty good. But does it really mean anything to me? Fuck no. Whatever it is I am really supposed to be doing in this life, it has little or nothing to do with being integrated into a vast manufactured society of goal-oriented technical professionals, whatever those are, or with giving a damn about technology and hoping people will buy the next new gizmo.

Well, enough angst for now. Somewhere out there on the interwebnet “we” were talking about how a blog persona is never much like the person behind it. How can it be? A blog is a pseudo-random collection of snapshots. But in using it to express ourselves, surely something approximating the real comes through. Maybe. Maybe not. Begs the point, what. Maybe I should drop this pennywhistle and learn to play guitar.

Well, the Batmobile needs a wax handjob so off I go.