Sunday  24 Oct 2021           comment?

Part of the appeal of where I live is free access to public land, free not just in the sense of no‑cost but also without much regulation and without many people in your way.

Twenty years ago, you could usually have any climbing route in my neighborhood all to yourself, even on a weekend. (This doesn't happen in climbing areas near cities.) There were no restrictions on drilling holes in rock for bolts.

Nothing lasts. The area is seeing more visitors, not just climbers but also people who just want to camp out, and a largely hands‑off approach isn't working so well anymore. The Bureau of Land Management announced that new policies were imminent.

A fellow climber whose name starts with N got a bunch of us together two years ago and pitched his idea for an advocacy organization. We'd have a better chance of getting climber‑friendly policies enacted if we were organized, so he saw it.

N had ideas. He thought we could raise money for our organization by publishing a climbing guide to the area. He made it sound easy, as if publishing wasn't much work and as if there wasn't already a good guidebook for the area which might be coming out in a revised edition before too long.

We agreed on a name for the group. I registered a .org domain name. A flurry of group emails discussed what our logo should look like.

At one group meeting, N discussed possible titles and responsibilities and floated the idea that I, your Tommy, should be president. Everyone else had a job, many were married, and all were happy to see me nominated for the position rather than themselves. I said no thanks.

Then COVID hit, which put an end to group meetings. Email discussion died out as well. Whatever initial enthusiasm existed seems to have run its course. N—the group's founder and driving force—moved away to open a restaurant about three hours north of here.

I recently got a notice reminding me to renew our domain name before it expires in December. I could probably let it lapse and no one would notice but renewal isn't expensive. I'll probably buy us another 12 months and see where things stand a year from now.

In their 1973 song Time , Pink Floyd sung about "plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines". A song for the current day might have lyrics about "plans that either come to naught or a placeholder web page".

Friday  22 Oct 2021           comment?

Tuesday  19 Oct 2021           comment?

There were few group meetings at the first couple software jobs I had, which failed to prepare me for how demoralizing they can be. I have a hard time with a meeting that lasts an hour when only a couple minutes of it concern the work I'm doing. At least when I was working from home and joining meetings by phone (in a pre-Zoom era) I could wash dishes or something while listening.

Lying down while on the phone for a meeting was dangerous. On more than one occasion I drifted in and out of sleep and had dreams whose content blended with what I was hearing.

But meetings could also be entertaining, if sometimes in a tragic way. From an in‑person meeting around 17 years ago that included a co‑worker whose name started with E:

boss:	(asks E a question)
E:	Was that a question?
boss:	Yes, that was a question.
E:	Will there possibly be more questions?
boss:	Yes, I might have more questions.
E:	Can I answer this question together with the other questions?
boss:	No, I want you to answer now.

E lost his job with the company a few months later.

Happy nineteenth, everyone.

Thursday  14 Oct 2021           comment?

Wednesday  13 Oct 2021           comment?

Tuesday  05 Oct 2021           comment?

From conversation with a friend's four year old son this afternoon:

Diego:	I'm gonna put mom in a portal and send her to another universe.
Tommy:	That's what portals are good for.

Sunday  03 Oct 2021           1 comment

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