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Rambling thoughts

I am still feeling a little burned out on my pastimes, and wish I could find a way to feel enthusiastic again. It's sort of bizarre, really; I'm enthusiastic all through the day while working on actual work-stuff, and then in the evening if I don't continue to just code away on work stuff or go wander into the other room to watch stuff with Jen or Brent, or otherwise socialize, I feel sort of...empty. Like my activities have evaporated somehow. Hopefully I'll get over that...

Anyway, on the plus side, several things for work are going quite well; the code is shaping up nicely, and I've got nothing but optimism for what lies ahead work-wise. That's oddly refreshing, since after two years of Quicksilver, I'd almost forgotten what it's like to believe in what you're working on and have faith in the product's future; especially now, when I talk to other Quicksilver survivors, the malaise and soul-sucking nature of that job are abundantly clear. On top of that, Jen pointed out something today...while I was at Quicksilver after things went bad, I was often sick, both due to a combination of stress /and/ daily exposure to illness (bus rides, office, people flying in and out of Seattle or me being flown to Austin or San Jose). Since working at home, I've not had so much as a cold! It's something I hadn't even noticed, but it's true and it /does/ make for a very telling testament on stuff. On top of that, the house we're in now is no longer a soul-sucking monstrosity that eats money for lunch...I /like/ having a house that's clean, and orderly, and really feels like a /home/ rather than just 'a place where our stuff is stored and where we sleep', like the last house. I mean, we've lived in this house for three months now, and I still periodically break out with 'I love this house!' comments. :)

We got a letter from my little brother over in the Middle East, too. It was pretty surreal in some ways...he wrote about an island that his battalion was training on, practicing urban combat maneuvers. It was a Kuwaiti island which, at some point around 1990, had been overrun by Iraqi soldiers. All the Kuwaiti's fled, and then the Iraqi soldiers moved on. So you had this island-town of really posh, fancy upscale houses that were just utterly abandoned, with the yards overgrown. He said inside of houses, literally you could see where children had just left their toys behind, laying in the middle of their rooms when they fled. Some of the houses had bulletholes riddling the walls. Some still had working televisions, where the soldiers could go inside and turn them on and change channels. Cars had been left behind, and squatters moved into some of the houses and drove the cars around the islands until they ran out of gas. He noted that after the other two battalions finish there, the island will pretty much be wreckage. (A somewhat sobering comment.) He asked for a jar of pickeled garlic (something he used to like putting on his food) in a care package, and dad and I discussed what we'd send to him. (Blueberry gum, among other things!)

Dad also gave me a gift, a necklace where the pendant is an 800-year-old coin from what is now Afghanistan. It's a really striking coin, irregularly shaped and with a faded, stylized bird stamped into the metal.

I really like the necklace, and it's earned a place of honor as one of the few bits of jewelry I actually will /wear/ willingly. Overall, life's pretty good. And except when I sit down to play around like I used to in the evenings and end up feeling empty/disconnected/unfulfilled, I'm overall happy. So if I could just shake that one thing...ah, well. This, too, shall pass.

Now, I sleep...


That's a pretty necklace! The only jewelry I am ever wearing is my wedding ring, which is very pretty. Cute picture too, even though you will most likely protest about that again. ;)

re: your pasttimes

For my part in one of your side projects, I just want to know nobody ever faults you for your time away, and if there's anything anybody can do to make stuff more fun for you, you just say the word.

Re: your pasttimes

I know. It's nothing there, it's just a sort of general burnout, as detailed in the friends-locked post the other day. I think in part it's because what used to be a really fun no-maintenance pastime turned into something where we have to have a steering committee, and in part it's just general burnout. I still love RP'ing with you guys, though, and I /am/ at least sticking around enough to maintain activity.

And I have some stuff planned for today. ;)

Re: your pasttimes

Woo... plannery stuff! Very cool.

Well, I'd venture nobody likes the steering committee stuff. Necessary evil. :( More with the fun and less with the backstage.
Definitely very cute Sparks! :)

Just take advantage of the break to heal. I'm sure you'll eventually find something to fill your time again.
I also have a necklace with a piece of Roman glass from a villa outside Jerusalem; the villa was destroyed somewhere around two thousand years ago, and the glass shattered...one little fragment of it -- this uneven, warpy bluey-cyan glass -- was inset in silver and turned into a pendant. Roman glass is hardly rare, hence why it can be put into necklaces and stuff, but it's still sort of humbling to hold that necklace and know that little colored fragment dates back to around the time (and region!) of Jesus walking the earth, and that some Roman had it in his villa back then.
Interesting comment on the island: my office mate was in the marines, and he recognized that island when I mentioned it to him. He said there's also schoolwork on the desks in the schools. Kind of odd, little fragments of time.
Fragments of time was almost exactly how my little brother described it, actually. He says the houses are also definitely haunted, and some of the folks in his battalion actually refuse to talk about it, getting nervous and changing the subject.
I actually thought of Pompeii, too. Things frozen there, and forgotten until found again. Makes for a haunting thought, doesn't it? (And no pun intended, that was unintentional!)

I can believe the haunting thing too, really; Jacob (my officemate) told me that the Iraqi soldiers had tied cement blocks (or something like that) to the feet of some of the Kuwaitis and left them in the surf to drown.