omission9 asks: "For about 10 years I have worked mostly behind a desk in a cubicle and am starting to feel that this environment is making me miserable. The cheap fluorescent lights, the stuffy air, and the restless feeling I get from just sitting so long are starting to really annoy me. My background is mainly as a programmer but I started my career as a network engineer/network administrator. I am also a member of the US Naval Reserve and am cleared as high as Top Secret. Are there any jobs out there that match this sort of skill set (more or less programmer but generally excellent tech skills) that don't require being stuck behind a desk? Paying relatively well would be a major plus as would something that provides a solid career (20+ years of work). Is there anyone out there, from anywhere other than a cube farm, that may have some advice?"
from ---slashdot
well...what do we want to do? A nice big burglary? where is the action? join the movies? We are all dying omission9, let me know if you can crawl out so that I follow suit.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
People think that one will always be there to help. Well, they may be right. But, in my case, they are wrong. I cannot live for you. Where is me? Where am I? Isnt there an entity that has preferences? that has likings and disliking? I have held them too far away from me. My feelings, my interests, I have given up everything in return for nothing. NOTHING.
And this nothing can end me. Hell!! I am not nothing. I am here as you see and perceive me. I am human. And to add more, I am a human who thinks, at times. So, the added perspective of thinking in perspectives leaves one confused. Stepping in other's shoes is not easy. All the shoes stink. And it becomes hard to face the fact that when thinking about you, people could be so merciless. And when you live with it and worry about the pain you might give to others, think of the pain they have given to you. Which was accepted without a reason. Without a thought, no we are no more part of an orthodox class system with duties towards life.What is the deeply injured bite doing? The scorpion was creeping on the body.The body chose to leave it. The scorpion looked good, nice red shiny armour. The scorpion chose a good spot. And bit the human. The poison reeling from the bite should make the human kill the pest. But, he makes no attempt to dislodge it. He waits till the scorpion has finished and has moved away. And then, he looks at his injury. It is a deep gash and the blood is flowing rapidly. The injury needs to be bandaged immediately. The man does not do it, he dies. The man who does it shall understand the importance of him, the individual. The one, the man who lives for himself. The man who will cut all the scorpions. The man who shall become the protaganist of any story, rather than the martyr deserving sympathy. He shall show tyranny to the world. He shall crush the world with one mighty blow. The world will keep looking. Again, the cycle continues. The power struggle and the struggle for attention and love will go on forever. People fervently keep looking for what they want. Every moment, people keep trying to drain the last drop of blood out. Yeah! prick me , come on...And look at your sorry self. You cannot stand up and I hold you. You leave me to death. I choose not to crumble. I simply choose what I have to. It is not a choice. Unlike what most people have, the ability to survive and let go of other things does not cross thy mind. The mind just wants to crush. Move out, or I can kill. I need no poison, I need just will. You do not need to tell me what I am, because I already know. You do need to stand by me, because I shall never wait. You need not come and heal, because I will get hurt. You can just take your victory home and leave me to my fight. That is my life.
I am perennial. I cannot end. No matter the wound, I do not pretend. I have lived long, but not enough. My mission not done, I will not move. Come and try, to hold my hand, but beware of the fingers, made of knifes. Beware of the face that oozes fire. Understand what I am and then take steps, I do not want to, but I can and I would.
And this nothing can end me. Hell!! I am not nothing. I am here as you see and perceive me. I am human. And to add more, I am a human who thinks, at times. So, the added perspective of thinking in perspectives leaves one confused. Stepping in other's shoes is not easy. All the shoes stink. And it becomes hard to face the fact that when thinking about you, people could be so merciless. And when you live with it and worry about the pain you might give to others, think of the pain they have given to you. Which was accepted without a reason. Without a thought, no we are no more part of an orthodox class system with duties towards life.What is the deeply injured bite doing? The scorpion was creeping on the body.The body chose to leave it. The scorpion looked good, nice red shiny armour. The scorpion chose a good spot. And bit the human. The poison reeling from the bite should make the human kill the pest. But, he makes no attempt to dislodge it. He waits till the scorpion has finished and has moved away. And then, he looks at his injury. It is a deep gash and the blood is flowing rapidly. The injury needs to be bandaged immediately. The man does not do it, he dies. The man who does it shall understand the importance of him, the individual. The one, the man who lives for himself. The man who will cut all the scorpions. The man who shall become the protaganist of any story, rather than the martyr deserving sympathy. He shall show tyranny to the world. He shall crush the world with one mighty blow. The world will keep looking. Again, the cycle continues. The power struggle and the struggle for attention and love will go on forever. People fervently keep looking for what they want. Every moment, people keep trying to drain the last drop of blood out. Yeah! prick me , come on...And look at your sorry self. You cannot stand up and I hold you. You leave me to death. I choose not to crumble. I simply choose what I have to. It is not a choice. Unlike what most people have, the ability to survive and let go of other things does not cross thy mind. The mind just wants to crush. Move out, or I can kill. I need no poison, I need just will. You do not need to tell me what I am, because I already know. You do need to stand by me, because I shall never wait. You need not come and heal, because I will get hurt. You can just take your victory home and leave me to my fight. That is my life.
I am perennial. I cannot end. No matter the wound, I do not pretend. I have lived long, but not enough. My mission not done, I will not move. Come and try, to hold my hand, but beware of the fingers, made of knifes. Beware of the face that oozes fire. Understand what I am and then take steps, I do not want to, but I can and I would.
Little left Toe
On its way, swaying to music, swinging around..About to kick an invader or threaten the air with a quick swish, the left leg turned. The door frame obstructed the movement as ever and poor little left toe got the hit completely on himself. A bit bent and a lot more swollen, little left toe.
I ned to get it checked, hope its not broken.
MORAL: you are either growing less aware of surroundings or growing old and slow. Beware of Both.
I ned to get it checked, hope its not broken.
MORAL: you are either growing less aware of surroundings or growing old and slow. Beware of Both.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)