I went to my first meeting of the Radio Amateur Civil Emergency Service the other day. Everyone there was a 75 year old retired guy. I was one of maybe 2-3 people under 40. I am going to help out and apply and go through all the background check bla bla because I think it’s important, but it will be a Cultural Challenge.
I successfully wrote a small program for work, getting over some of my Fear of Coding. I think I’d be good at programming if I could get past the fear. And the laziness, too. Always the laziness.
Ran into a friend today who is moving to Hawaii to do something vaguely religious; social service/missionary work I guess. I always thought missionaries went to trackless wastes like Outer Mongolia or Irkutsk or Yemen and got shot while starving and being eaten by pandas. Guess it’s not always that bad.
Dinner tonight with A., who is struggling with the insane bureaucracy of the school system. She had amusing and/or frightening anecdotes about: insane unprofessional teachers; cuckoo nutty administrators; pathetic didactic theories invented solely to save money by undereducating students and calling it progressive; and people hitting on her. People hit on her a lot because she’s The Blonde. She was pretty stressed. I think going to work, school, and home in three different counties is probably a bad idea.
My whole wheat bread is rising. Soon, I WILL DOMINATE ALL OF YOU WITH IT.