There’s an older fellow cashiering at the grocery we go to. Tonight he saw my Def Con tshirt and asked about it. “Are they still doing that?” “Sure are!” “I haven’t been since DC4”, he said, and he started talking about his chats with FBI agents there, and malice vs playfulness. Wait, what?!
I got myself a treat.
I spend all night dreaming I was asked to document our vampire hiring outreach program. I came up with a plan of action for our Inhuman Resources department, the recruiting firm we hired (bloodsucke.rs), and all the rest.
I woke up exhausted. I’m confident we don’t actually have a vampire outreach.
Every time you press the brake pedal to come to a stop at a planned location, you’re doing calculus.
It’s easy to lose sight of the idea that calculus is the most natural thing in the world to us. The specific mathematical language used to describe it can be complex, but we continually and intuitively make those calculations with our own bodies.
Jort is stair-ing at you.
We somehow ended up watching a silent Alfred Hitchcock movie accompanied by an orchestra at Grace Cathedral, San Francisco.
Friday night project: shoe shining.
In case you wondered if kids ever get cheaper, this just happened:
Kid: Hey Dad, uh, can you pay my tuition?
Me: When’s it due?
Kid: sheepish grin, looks at wristwatch
We’re watching the Netflix “Senna” series, which is fun to see, and in which you learn that he was a flawless, dedicated, morally perfect saint surrounded by wonderful supportive people, except for the other drivers.
Word of the day: hagiography.