Love to all. Even you.

I’m on my way home from painting and arranging the new office. Are we done? Nope. But everyone can print, the cams are up, the databases work, and the DNS routing is good to go.

I’ll head in on the 5:01 train on Tuesday, try to do an hour’s work or so before heading to my morning AA meting.

I’ve got a lot of mixed feelings about 2006. It was a strange, wonderful, difficult, and interesting year. My goal for 2007, I think, is consistency.

If I’m going to run: run frequently but not too much.
If I’m going to lift: do so in moderation.
I need to focus on the new company without being obsessive.
I need to focus on being a level-headed family guy.

I need to try and keep to the middle ground.

Hey. Happy 2007.

Love to all. Even you, the 20-ish girls in Grand Central station wearing way too much bling and way too little skirts.

I read this just now. I’m still processing it. It’s terribly sad.

I’ve said it before: George Bush has taken this country’s greatest recent chance for generating enormous amounts of worldwide goodwill (the tragedy of September 11, 2001), and turned it into a sick, twisted, hate-filled and murderous disaster — from OUR side.

Every time George Bush talks about anything “Faith-based,” I want to throw up. It just seems the height of hypocrisy.

Love to all. Even you, operator.

p.s. This is quite sobering, as well.

My company is closing tomorrow.

It’s been four years since we opened… almost to the day. And these last four years are, I think, the years where I finally grew up a little. I got sober again, I got married again, I learned a whole ton about love, lust, faith, pain, and hurt.

Mostly, though, I learned one thing: I have got to get over myself.

Life is easier when I realize that I’m not such a big deal. That my problems are petty and my joys should be shared and if I can make the people around me feel somewhat happier, then things pretty much rock.

I’ve done this before. Sort of. I sold my last company in 2000 for something in the very-low seven figures, and promptly lost most of what I got in the stock market crash in 2001. Live and learn. The difference, this time, is that I’m going to be the largest (albeit minority) owner in the new company. I’m going to have partners. Instead of working for the people who bought my company, I’m going to be part owner of a whole new deal. And THAT is pretty exciting.

My title doesn’t change: “President & Technical Evangelist.” But I have partners, more employees, and a much more complicated social and corporate environment to navigate.

I’m worried. And excited. And scared. And I’ll let you know how it goes.

Love to all. Even you, the lady who just LOVES Chad Pennington.

“To love someone is to have them in your heart.
And I have you in my heart, Daddy.
…
…
And Mimi.”
– My youngest boy. Age 5.

Mimi, of course, if one of the dogs.

Love to all. Even you, the old lady sleeping upstairs.

For years and years, I hear the same thing when I perform certain actions. For instance:

Whenever I brush my teeth with my Sonicare toothbrush, I hear the Beastie Boys:

Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic.

Whenever I have to type a lot of consecutive spaces on my computer, I always hear (one space per syllable):

I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
Ev’rything free in America
For a small fee in America!

In the first case, it’s the note that the toothbrush hits. In the second, I guess it’s a pattern thing.

Which brings me to a point of great comfort: I think there’s very little chance that I’m going to go crazy. I’ve been there for a good long time, now.

Love to all. Even you, the guy who realized about 20 years too late that, maybe, taking action to financially support his family is a good idea.