Happy new year, from lasers with love.
Seen on the storefront of a local medical center.
New year, new underwear. I should make this an annual habit, instead of every decade.
My co-worker Pauline shared this poem from Mary Oliver, and it hit me hard. Truly beautiful.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
After nine months of couch surfing, I’ve been able to move into an apartment. I’m so grateful to everyone who hosted and supported me and to my new wonderful roommates. I’m very tired.
I really relate to the calm a careful, iterative, and high standards approach to work Dries lays out in The Watchmaker’s Approach to Web Development. In fact, I think it’s a big part of why I have a career.