sillyoquy(soliloquy)

I have now blogged. Wow i can't somehow get rid of the feeling that it is awfully similar to a bodily function. Now I have heard of verbal diarrhea is there such a thing as bloggeria. Yeah the spell checker choked on that one. And another rephrase. If I blog alone and no one reads it have i really blogged. I have seen some beautiful blogs and I am really impressed. I have made it a habit of staying off the bleeding edge of new things. Being that in my younger years i created leading edge things. Only to find no one could understand my code and so when I left my programs died with my passing. So like Don Quijote I would vanquish a windmill and in a few days, weeks or months be reborn in a new company, new desk and a new coffee pot. Of course I learned never to vanquish a windmill on the first day, week or month. Because that meant a trip to the office and good bye. I have no defense except a whore puts on a good show but the next day, week or month she is not in your bed or desk in my case.
I wanted to be a theoretical physicist but my professor being so wise told me to forget it as i was not of sufficient caliber. Like my guidance counselor in high school counciled me to forget about college. I see a trend here. Working at Western Union my boss told me to forget being a programmer. The professor at Syracuse University told me to forget about writing. It seems I never had a teacher pat me on the back.
Now is that my fault or theirs.
Now to be fair I have had a few ataboys. When working at Johns Hopkins the head of laboratory said i was the most creative person he ever met. At NCR i entered on probation and when i left i was the best engineer they ever had. And my salesman said i was probably one of the top ten programmers in the world. He just wanted a raise i am sure. And not least dying in a hospital my family told to look for a place to bury me but since i was use to this i paid no mind and got better.
Yes this is silly me a modern Don Quijote going where no sane man would go yes you guessed it right into the heart of Africa. And to put icing on the cake in the middle of a riot. Burning buildings free tv's and a soldier on every corner. Gunfire so intense i told the kids to duck as they wanted to look out the window. Yes it was fun. I remember the day i saw this beautiful woman strolling naked down the street and i rubbed my eyes and looked again and she kept walking. My god she was elegant walking slowly poised and everyone ignored her. You can't have adventures unless you get out there and see the world. I understand and have always said any excuse is good enough. I have lived a life so full spending a year on an island in Alaska,earning a certificate to navigate a submarine, owned a golf course, 7 race horses, alone in a canoe on the amazon river, project manager for tactical nuclear warfare simulation, and one year in Kisumu Kenya overlooking lake Victoria. And being in Kisumu when Obama was elected president. No person should have so much fun. thus ends my sillyquy.

Namaste and Jambo sana