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This morning I got up well before sunrise -- in fact, it's not scheduled for another couple of minutes. It's too bad, as I really enjoyed mid-August, when the sun rose just before I did. No amount of coffee can beat being woken by sunrise.
I'm not excited for December. Most days I will be on the bus to work when the sun rises, and still in the office when the sun sets.
Well, my one month anniversary at work went by without a hitch. I am getting stuff done, slower than I want, but probably at an OK pace.
We are settling in, slowly but surely. We have a couch now, and the home office is setup. I haven't really done anything in there though.
I want to do a longer post later, but for now, let's leave this here.
So, I meant to write something longer, but I don't think longer is really necessary.
After finishing my masters, I have started a new journey, working for IBM Canada in JIT compilation. This blog continues, but, as expected thoughts are my own (though I expect rarely to speak as an IBMer).
I'm on the bus now, headed towards my sixth day of work. Week one went well, if a little slow due to setup and catchup. I hope this week I will hit a good working speed.
Onwards I go!
I thought about writing a blog post about the move. But why do that, when Andrea has done it much better?
Here's my photos though!
Another view, more boxes.
A nervous Andrea enroute to Toronto
Mall attached to our hotel in North York.
One of the places we saw; Gorgeous, but with a deal breaker of a paint job.
More insane paint.
Walking into the place for the first time
I can't recall, but I think Andrea had just about decided to take it already by this point.
A bit of swearing, but I love this place.
Ever so gently too late for my own defence, but seems like great advice.
The plan is to eventually write a post about the move. However, life is still busy, and so I haven't had the time.
In the mean time, look at the sunrise off our balcony:
Good new piece from Nick Hanauer about inequality and the way and why the rich must fight it.
I adore the final two paragraphs:
My family, the Hanauers, started in Germany selling feathers and pillows. They got chased out of Germany by Hitler and ended up in Seattle owning another pillow company. Three generations later, I benefited from that. Then I got as lucky as a person could possibly get in the Internet age by having a buddy in Seattle named Bezos. I look at the average Joe on the street, and I say, “There but for the grace of Jeff go I.” Even the best of us, in the worst of circumstances, are barefoot, standing by a dirt road, selling fruit. We should never forget that, or forget that the United States of America and its middle class made us, rather than the other way around.
Or we could sit back, do nothing, enjoy our yachts. And wait for the pitchforks.
-- The Pitchforks Are Coming… For Us Plutocrats - Nick Hanauer - POLITICO Magazine
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