Surfing
Yeah, just surfing. Like it's your first time online.
The very first time, when you haven't yet discovered lots of porn and got addicted to it. Before you decided you're the new Oscar Wilde and started writing. Before you found out you can leave a comment somewhere telling that all you've read there is absolute rubbish.
The very-very first time.
Type something in search engine's text box, search, grab the first link... And go! Link by link. Click by click. Surf! We got used to it. Those who are younger see hyperlinks everywhere offline, but I remember (though I'm also too young to remember a different Net) that excitement: click – and you're somewhere else, click again – and there's another page.
It's driving me... just driving. I often forget it, stuck to a few sites and blogging, and working and forgetting how wonderfully BIG the Net is. You can start reading something on nuclear physics, continue with annelids and end up reading some musician's comments to his own songs.
It's hard to treat Net as something magic when you're IT professional, but I can sometimes.
Surfing. Like the very first time.
Illusion Of Overworking
I've actually written this article a couple day's ago, but due to changes in my blog engine I tried to make, it was lost (yeah, I'm a loser, I know it) and I didn't want to type it again at that moment. But finished all the work for today, read lots of everything and still sleepless, I decided to try to post it again. Wish me good luck! Well... at least some luck, please!
We love so much speaking of been overworked and underpaid.
I work so much and so well! I should have been paid more!
And, hell yes, we love speaking of our families who do not value your work.
I work so much to give them everything! Why don't they understand, I'm working now! Do they really need to bother me so many times a day? I do that for them, and they cry for attention!
Recognize yourself?
Are you really that busy? Yes, I know that myself. I am, too. Are you tired? Sure! Staring at your monitor all day round! Oh, our poor red eyes!
Are you tired of working? Are you sure? Are you really working? How do you spend the day?
Checking email every 10 minutes. Updating rss feeds four times an hour. Endlessly reading and commenting and writing and surfing and downloading and searching for something else to download. A lot of time. And your eyes! And your neck! And your spine!
Updating your software. Every single day. Every single piece of software you use and some pieces that you used only a couple times and even a few pieces you never ever used! Then googling and reading and commenting and reading again to solve problems appeared after upgrade. Your eyes. Your nerves. Your fingers!
Chatting with your good old friends online. Yeah, yeah, they're friends, you need them, they need you, you're having fun. You should be relaxing, why do you pretend you're working?
How much time do you really have for your actual work after all those things? That's why you work so much and get paid accordingly. That's why your family scream and should and want you to turn you face to them.
So please, guys, STOP fooling me and yourselves. Work, bastards! If you need more money, work more and better and for those who can pay more.
Work when you have to work. Do not pretend you're working when you're not. Kiss your wife or girlfriend. Don't miss your son's first step and your daughter's first wedding.
When have you seen your parents last time?
I love that guy!
Well, quite a pretty lot of posts today.
Roger Glover. I love him, really. As a musician, of course, but even more – as a great guy. He's probably the most charismatic of my favourite musicians (who are numerous, believe me, one day I'll make a list). He's kind, nice, fun, I love him most of all Purple dudes. I'm terribly sad about missing his autograph session a couple years ago in Nizhni Novgorod.
Why am I telling you all this? Because I am:
- Listening his records all the night.
- Got to his site and found biography there. Hi describes different stages of his life including band and artists he was listening to at those moments. Like that:
Smoke On The Water (1973) becomes one of the biggest hits of the decade. The band starts to disintigrate but manages a final album, Who Do We Think We Are (1973), containing the single Woman From Tokyo (1973). RG and Ian Gillan leave the band, for different reasons, to be replaced by Glenn Hughes and David Coverdale respectively. Buys his first house in Iver, Bucks. In a state of physical and emotional exhaustion, finds himself returning from the last Deep Purple tour to find that Nazareth are high in the charts with his production of the single Broken Down Angel (1973), taken from the album Razamanaz (1973) - the first of three albums they will make together, the next two being Loud'N'Proud (1974) and Rampant (1975). Listening to Stevie Wonder, Taj Mahal, Joni Mitchell, Marvin Gaye, Van Morrison, Traffic, Free. Supremes, John Lennon, Edgar Winter, George Harrison, Walter Carlos, Mountain, Paul Simon, Chicago, etc.
And what is he listening to during 2003–2004?
Listeining to his iPod
Love him
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