careful what you ask for
after several months of consideration, i have had to let my company go. Its me, not them. It was love at first site, the internet stock options, being flown down for an interview/hiring, free lunch. Then one morning the familar heads that once populated my neighboring cubicles are missing. We retool, build another company, go pitch to VC's at Sand Hill. Jump on the wi-fi, 80211.x band wagon. Become familiar with 3rd avenue. Work and the dance continues.

Just for fun here's a list of jobs i've had:
molecular biologist
drummer in rock band
web developer
there's more but the wind is up.

erika is taking a 6 week course in anatomy with the cadaver option. i only had a cat i had to take home in a big plastic bag. they asphyxiate the cats in a vacuum. i also worked with a grad student who studied liver enzymes which were highly unstable. to extract them from balb-c mice he would drop them directly into a blender and puree. he would make them sleepy with ether first. also the bluejay out back is attacking the swallows' nest. he flies up under the eaves and tries to get the baby swallow. its a tough world out there folks.

guy i know ran into a lady's fence while drunk, knocked out about 40 feet. went back after a few days and offered to rebuild the section he destroyed. did such a good job the lady hired him for remodel on the house. don't know how this would work on the web but i'm open to trying.

on the importance of failing
been rescued handful of times windsurfing, once i was on my way to africa from the southern tip of portugal after claiming that I could windsurf when i couldn't.
i've screamed at the wind, my boards, the sails, god and other windsurfers and tried not to think what i look like to a shark from underneath as I hoist a sail up over my head to waterstart.
now i'm working the ebb at 3rd avenue so far into the channel i start to feel closer to the east side of the bay. i see water swirl up foaming and green, crest above my mast, then roll over into itself, alive with a blind animosity . its not just fun its primordial even with a 200,000 pound 747 cruising overhead descending into sfo. sherman island in the morning, pt. isabel as the sun sets behind mt. tamalpais, berkeley on a saturday afternoon.
its weird joy skipping along the surface of churning water that cares nothing about credit rates, 80211.b let alone fear, reprisal, vengeance or love. its just water and wind.