Food: I have given up the local organic grocery delivery service for the time being.  Since Laurea and I are eating separate diets, it is impossible for me to shop for her.  Her shopping is driven by a website that shows her what she can eat.  They have to have measurable, known stuff.  It's easier, then, for her to have a whole bunch of processed foods.  I could switch to a delivery every two weeks, which I might do after an 8 week break.  In the interim, I'm shopping at a co-op, which, strangely, has customers that aren't white yuppies or neo-hippies.  The food is local / organic, there are grass fed meats (as well as grass-sourced dairy), and the people are mostly pleasant.  Plus I get to drive down to the west campus area and scope the many fly young hotties that strut the....wait.  What the fuck?

Do not lie to your IT department.  This is just a friendly reminder.  We know a lot more than we let on.  In fact, unless you're running with encrypted everything (including endpoints), then we're fully aware of everything in your sordid little life.

The rest of it is boring, though we did have a happy hour on Friday that was good.  Saw people that I haven't seen in a while.  Come to think of it, all of my favorite people were there.  One of those people is going away in April / May for a couple of months.  One of them just recently got a new job and seems much happier.  One is still fighting her way through the corporate hell that defines so many lives, but she's learned to let go of it.  One is still turned up to 11, he's still woefully single and waiting for the right person, and still the best source of crazy energy that I know. If I could get he and adhoc in the same room at the same time....

Laurea was there, as was sort-of boss Sam (who has become a truly great friend).  It was a nice time, damn it.  Short, though, and limited by the terrible waitress (who was hell bent on reminding me how many happy-hour whiskeys I'd had, making six in a three hour period seem like twenty when, really?  I drink my whiskey on the rocks, and these drinks were all rocks and maybe a half ounce of whiskey), but fun.

Yesterday was one of those days that we look back on in August, when it is 135 degrees with 90 percent humidity, and use as an excuse to live here for another year.  Greatest day...a little too warm but nice.  Laurea and I went for a walk, and couldn't hit the greebelt trails or anywhere around the downtown area due to everyone else in Austin having the same idea, so we went to the city's largest and most sprawling cemetary, and walked and contemplated.

Just happy to be here, alive, one dot among billions, one little point of data on the line.