A Return to Normality

Today marks the first day of getting back to my old schedule and routine.  The transition turned out smoother than I imagined.  Hopefully, no new quirk will appear and I get back to working on all my overdue tasks.  As things stand:

  • Writing the first part of the first chapter in the novel.  Had tweak it a bit to avoid a plot hole.
  • Working out the plan of attack to restart justCheckers development.  I’m woefully unfamiliar with bzr and Eclipse integration is not working well.
  • Some initial plans for the new justCheckers website theme.  Again, new to Drupal theming.
  • My consulting work is back to a regular, sane pace and my own expectations have fell into place.
  • My expectations and goals in general are more aligned with reality and my own position in it.
  • Small urgent tasks keep on stomping on my larger plans, which is a bit trying.  Hopefully this will all settle down soon.

I’ll continue blogging in short irregular bursts, until my projects start moving forward under their own momentum.

Clubbing In the Courthouse – Part 1

Today I had to go to a summons.  I’m grateful for living in a country with a “fair” judicial system, and I’m not going to try to avoid my “civic” “obligations”.  But it bothers me, why our dear tax-money fed bureaucrats can’t organize things properly.  I see no valid excuse why to flagrantly wasting people’s time by asking until the judges and lawyers graciously call us in.  Could such a waste of time and productivity not be fixed with a bit of advanced scheduling?  For one this would help the economy, and social morale.  It this waiting seems something of a hangover from ancient times, when the nobles could simply “ask” the peasants to put their lives on hold.  Or am I missing something?

Why not small pools of potential jurors?  Or calling them in at appropriate times?  Why ask to place things on hold in a systemic manner?

Realizations

This past week gave me much to think about, and the long periods of silence that helps guide such thinking.  Amongst the many thoughts, worries, concerns and hopes, the hardest realization is facing reality for what it is.  Regardless of what people tell you, reality does exist.  And its existence is independent of your own.  Reality cares very little about your existence and cares even less about how your feelings toward it.  Accepting reality for what it is, is paramount… no matter how difficult or painful it maybe.  Such is the curse and blessing of realism.

I won’t lie.  Accepting one’s place in time and space is not always pleasant.  I’m at the same time content and discontent with where I am.  But now that I’ve accepted, it is only a question of what is the best thing to do with what one has.  Note the emphasis on has and not had or can potentially have.  I’m still searching for the answers to my questions.