Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him mayst rise:
That, as his death calcined thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and much more. Just.
- George Herbert
Shameful, how far I've strayed from my former levels of regular writing. And for the life of me, I can't really explain, much less justify the situation. Granted, I'm working a lot and travelling all the freaking time, but I've written at least semi-regularly in the past with the same constraints. I'm rather at a loss...
I may be in Africa by the end of next month. Its hard to say. I'm due to end my current project by mid-May, and there are roles with ADP, one in particular with World Vision, that are starting around that time. Its going to be an interesting couple of weeks - I have to really slam on my deliverables at work to start getting them in front of the client, and in the mean time I have to actually land the project with WV, manage all the expectations of the Senior Execs that have input on my move decision, and close the deal. That's the problem with the fact that I've worked hard on this project and (I think) done a fairly good job with what I was given - they don't want me to go. But it is what it is, and I think at the end of the day they'll support me on this, hopefully.
Then I just have to pack up my life and throw it in storage (so to speak). And then I'll be gone for a while.
I am, for the first time in quite a while, really truly excited about a new life direction of sorts.
Today was Easter, in case you didn't know. I hit church in the morning, then headed over to the Lenox Hill hospital to visit one of our youth group kids who got an appendectomy this weekend. Then RI for a big meal with a big group of people at one of Dave's family's friend's place - awesome lady named Dee. Dave's family and AM were there but Jon wasn't because he was at the Yankee game. I wished I was at the Yankee game. Headed back to the 'boken and helped Cregan and Clint hide the eggs for their kids - watching kids find eggs is one of those warm experiences that you know won't be a lot different in the new heavens and new earth - because you can't really improve on something that great. Or maybe you can, which is like extra awesome on your awesomeness.
Tiger didn't win the Master's, but I did get my laundry done before Soprano's starts, in 15 minutes. But not my status template for work, gotta do that after Entourage I guess. Tonight is a good night - hard to have a bad one when you're filled to the brim with swine.
Some links, just to clear out the FF tabs...
Speaking of swine, I want to go here.
Google's doing a free 411 service now. Its Google, so there's no adds (which makes sense, if you know what their motto is).
I didn't make it to the Theory sale this weekend but its still on tomorrow if you're one of the lucky people who doesn't have to leave NY every week for work.
I haven't played Mao in a while but it came to mind recently, and I need to play it again soon.
Oh, and the picture in my profile? It was taken on the deck of this ship, which is now at the bottom of the ocean. Freaky.