…OK, those were a tad shameless but it’s still early and I just stuck the key in my brain and it is barely turning over (where is that CHOKE?). Old Ben Franklin would be proud of me though as I have gotten back into my earlier mode of “Early to bed, early to rise”. I used to do that because I was “dating” a woman on the other side of the continent and it synced up our clocks a bit…sort of. Now I do it because the air is cool and fresh, it is quiet (especially the birds) and I can think before I head off to work and another day talking racing.
Yesterday after work at the magazine I fought traffic and the heat back up to the shop to get a little bit of a WESTY fix. After a day of cold calls and note taking I find that scrubbing 22 years of road grime off of a WESTFALIA gas tank can be strangely relaxing (These are the kind of impulses that kept me out of the really good schools I think). Still an hour with some paper towels and a spray bottle of 409, hands swathed in Nitril gloves and a cool soda to sip on does much to wash away the cares of the day.
Still, I am not sure that “cares of the day” is really appropriate for me these days. I juggle a lot of projects everyday, but a lot of people do. The difference is that I am the one adding “balls to the cascade” (to use juggling vernacular) not someone else. I don’t have a Dilbert-esque boss calling the shots, yesterday my boss (who is a good and learned man) took me out for chinese food and imparted arcane information to me that he had gained over years of experience directly related to what I do at the magazine, he even paid. Then I went back to the office I share with a funny and intelligent woman who is also willing to share her knowledges easily. The fact that she makes me laugh at least several times an hour is just an added bonus. Though the compensation I receive is far less than what I got in the games industry I work for people I like and respect in an industry that i care about. If I have any “cares of the day” I guess you can say they are all self-inflicted because I care about my work, I care about who I do it for and I want to do as good a job (or better) as I possibly can. I know from direct experience that it is environments like that the best work gets done. You can ask Nolan Bushnell and Steve Jobs about it. I
After inspection I found the WESTY’s fuel tank to be in good order and I was able to quickly clean away the grime and install the new grommets. Dr. Norm (the rock climbing physicist) stopped by to drop off some of his climbing gear and let me know that he won’t be available to help replace the tank until Saturday, which will give me Friday to spend all day on THE WHEEL (which I have to get out next week). I am really enjoying working on the WESTY but it is getting kind of tiring. I want to get her smogged and on the road soon, I have had enough of HANGER QUEENS in my life. The weather out here in California is warming up and it has been far too long since I saw the ocean. A WESTFALIA is suppose to be like a mobile summer house whose view changes on the whims of its occupants. So far though Testy the WESTY has had aview of a street, outside a shop and INSIDE the same shop.
I am kinda bored with that and I can not help but think that she is as well!

