I was lucky last week to go have lunch with my friend Jeremy from the Levanta days. We went over to Left Bank Bistro in San Mateo for a well-deserved lunch, talk, and a really strange meetup. What was so strange you may ask? Well, we had been talking about a mutual friend that we worked with at Levanta. I was lucky enough to have Miguel as a dotted line boss and he taught me more about international sales and channels than anyone I have worked with. He also taught me another lesson about sales folk. They can be honest and sincere and represent customer/client needs. Previous experience denied that sales people were actually human beings.
As it really happened… We were talking for a moment while waiting for our table at the crowded Bistro. Talking about Miguel and our memories of him. We moved toward the table and I looked at who was sitting next to us. Damn! It was Miguel. We all just stared for a moment and Jeremy laughed first. Miguel rushed up and shook hands and gave us that smile that we had so badly missed for almost a year. We talked about Art for awhile too.
Then we all sat back down to our meals and conversations; but the entire lunch had taken a turn for even better.
Webloggishness or the lack thereof
I’ve been giving some consideration lately to blogging as a passtime. I’m always interested in the why of things. Perhaps being an armchair anthropologist leaves me with a whole bunch of “W” questions on things. I remember once having a discussion with another crazed archeologist on a phenomena that we had seen in the arid systems (deserts). Prehistoric sites in marginal ecologies. Why, I wondered. He looked at me with that heat crazed grin stuck on his bushy face and said Well, Why not. Well this defeats the whole purpose of asking Why to things. The other person has to agree to be the recipient of the question and not just shout it back at ya. I mumbled something about the answer being a question and wandered off. Chris just stood there laughing and pointing at me. I gotta say that these archeologists are some strange but wonderful people folks. I’ve known my share of them and the always reach out to a point in me that still is deeply buried.
But as usual I seem to go at the subject I want to touch in widening circles. I’ve been wondering the why of weblogging and whether there is a real reason I continue writing thoughts down in wierdly wonderful chrono-order? What does it avail me? Well, Why?
And then I answer…
Well why not?
So I move on to other things. You know, I’ve done a few career changes and had a few force fed. I was pretty happy to leave a few of the places and the people there that thought they were extremely intelligent and articulate masters. I’ve settled now at a place which is a place set apart for me. A job I like; people I respect. Its a good time and I’ve been handed a rather large and significant project by our group Director. So, why do I wonder if I should leave? I have a potential offer; but the other place cannot really name the thing they want me to do. They just want “it”. No definition of it at all; no reason why. No definition of success. Seems strange to me. I don’t think they are truly honest and I think they have never had to name the Why of things. Well, why not?
Geez… That works well.
It works well for blogging too. There is a reason why. I know it you and you don’t. So there. See you in 4th grade tomorrow.
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