Morning Musings

Why is it that I am not motivated to do any of the things that are on my "Life Plan To Do List" when I get home after work, yet in the mornings when I first get to work my brain is firing on all cylinders, and all I want to do is open savings accounts, design my on-line portfolio, finish writing my book (note: start it first), update my resume, plan a new workout at the gym (note: start working out), go shopping for new work clothes, clean my car, pay my bills, plan something special for my girlfriend ---- anything but work! Could it be that I really don't like work, perhaps, quite possibly. Well let's see, what have I been doing since graduating from university . . . despite my one year stint at the Japanese Government, really just a little information center type of thing, but I like to tell people it was the Japanese Government, hyperbole is my forte. Basically the thought I'm trying to get down here is that outside of the high profile gig with the Japanese Government, all of my jobs have been tech company jobs where my main skill-set has been HTML coding (lately CSS has been sprinkled into the mix). OK I sell myself short, I've done Struts, Java, Java-script, etc. but the mainstay, the bread winner, the go to guy, the favorite pair of jeans has been good ole HTML! What better way to make this post sound techie than by throwing in a link to:

http://www.w3.org/MarkUp/Guide/

An awesome 10 minute primer to HTML. You can learn in 10 minutes what has enabled me to live modestly for 9 years! The picture of the guy who wrote it was probably taken about 40 years ago, so it's worth checking out even for non-techies. OK tech blog over . . . now I feel better, better you ask, well my reason for posting today was spurned by envy. My girlfriend is a blogaholic, she reads all kinds of tech blogs, life blogs, etc., which leads me to think . . . do you read all of these blogs because your life (read: our life is not that great) I know that's not the answer, it's just her thing, but this blog/post is sort of indirectly for/to her, I feel left out honey, even though I know you love me.