June 21st this year was its longest day, also Fathers’ Day and my birthday. I feel vaguely guilty because I haven’t the slightest insight into this growing-old thing, so don’t expect golden-years reportage.
1955 · You could look it up; a good birth-year geek career choice. For example Allman, Bechtolsheim, Berners-Lee, Booch, Dubinsky, Gates, Gelernter, Gosling, Jobs, Murai, Ozzie, Schmidt, and Winer. (Feeling a little humbled right about now.)
2015 · I’ll let you in on a little secret: Making computer software full-time is a lot harder than doing it a little and writing about it a lot. For the first time in some decades, I spend all the time that I’m not in meetings about software in front of a computer constructing it. It’s high-risk stuff and may never ship. Fortunately I still like programming and the environment is pretty much free of toxic people.
But, what with that and a family featuring a difficult daughter, I’m tired a lot. One symptom is less blogging. Well, that’s also a function of not writing about the day job.
I’ll tell you something though; blogging may not be the fashion nexus it was a decade back, but it’s where everything that’s important about this profession is said. Start, for instance, at /r/programming and try to find something that’s not a blog. (Yeah, I know, Reddit ewwww, but for geek stuff it’s the place.) Blogs burst outta the geekosphere round the turn of the millennium, and maybe that’s the heartland we fall back on. Which isn’t terrible. And while us nerds may exhibit poor social skills, we write better than average. My tribe.
Tired, you said? · So why not retire? Because I totally don’t have trouble getting up in the morning and cracking open a screen to see what’s new. And I wake up realizing why Plan D for payload subset extraction is just as flawed as A, B, and C were; but E gleams on the horizon. There’s work to be done!
Busy, you said? · Oh, I didn’t mention Ingress and the camera and the boat and the island and my geeky wife and my son who’s turning 16 and will be taller than me by 17 and my Mom, all there at 85. Plus I’m reading a lot.
The years that flow by? I notice the seasons intensely, but not really the numbers attached.