Archive for June, 2005

Update on Jessica

Thursday, June 30th, 2005

As of yesterday, Jessica Tucker is home again for the first time in over four months. She’s not out of the woods by any measure, but she is doing very well.

Sorry for the delay.

Wednesday, June 29th, 2005

BIG Post coming. You’re gonna need a meal or two just to get through it. But not yet. Soon my pets. Soon.

In other news, after a convoluted conversation with my grandmother, I found out very late that my cousin (who is very young) was diagnosed with a very rare disease. Niemann Picks is a very rare genetic disorder that causes severe organ enlargement and malfunctions and eventually death by age three. After finding their web site, and reading the blog (under “status”) I wanted to say how much my heart goes out to them. My uncle and I had a large falling out after the death of my grandfather last year, but I know what it is like to think you are going to lose your baby daughter. They told us that Madelyn probably had bone cancer before they diagnosed the Aneurysmal Bone Cyst. It was a very difficult time for Mrs. Bixby (Not Her Real Name) and me. I can’t imagine going through that for eight months as they have.

Jessica is one of three children in the world who have undergone a new and dangerous procedure to treat this disease. The first little girl who had the procedure died, but Jessica and Anna (the third girl) seem to be responding to it. It is given at the University of Minnesota and Jessica has been up there since February. The procedure sounds similar to one that a schoolmate of mine had to treat MS. The patient is given two full rounds of chemo (in Jessica’s case, I imagine my adult friend had a larger regimen of chemo) to kill the immune system and other diseased cells and is then injected with stem cells (from their own bone marrow, bone marrow transplant or umbilical cord blood) to restart the immune system and/or replace the diseased cells. Jessica had the transplant in early March and seems to be recovering very well – an MRI from the other day showed that her brain displayed normal myelination, a marked improvement. I am very glad that she is doing so well.

However, the procedure is very expensive and Tommy and Julie could use all the help they can get. Please visit and consider Buying a Bracelet or donating to the The Jessica Tucker Medical Expense Fund. All donations would be appreciated and religious as they are, prayers you could send their way (if you are religiously inclined) would also be appreciated.

Best hand of play money poker yet

Sunday, June 19th, 2005

KyleRayner78 is me.

Hand 1001921271, Started at 6/19/2005 10:31 PM
Table ‘Durres’: $25-$25 No Limit Texas Hold’em (Play Money)
Seat 1: kimsquared ($11,975.00 in chips) $(POSITION)
Seat 2: –shane ($2,847.00 in chips) $(POSITION)
Seat 3: skieastwood ($7,809.00 in chips) $(POSITION)
Seat 5: NovaCX12 ($659.00 in chips) $(POSITION)
Seat 6: macca081 ($4,809.00 in chips) $(POSITION)
Seat 7: jsdlw ($5,670.00 in chips) $(POSITION)
Seat 8: KyleRayner78 ($4,514.00 in chips) $(POSITION)
Seat 9: xBuchu70x ($2,475.00 in chips) $(POSITION)
*** Blind Bet Round *** :
skieastwood : Post Blind ($13.00)
NovaCX12 : Post Blind ($25.00)
*** Pre-Flop *** :
macca081 : Call ($25.00)
jsdlw : Call ($25.00)
KyleRayner78 : Raise ($750.00)
xBuchu70x : Call ($750.00)
kimsquared : Call ($750.00)
–shane : Raise ($2,847.00)
–shane : All In
skieastwood : Fold
NovaCX12 : Fold
macca081 : Raise ($4,784.00)
macca081 : All In
jsdlw : Fold
KyleRayner78 : Call ($3,789.00)
KyleRayner78 : All In
xBuchu70x : Call ($1,725.00)
xBuchu70x : All In
kimsquared : Call ($4,059.00)
*** Flop *** : Ad Ah 9h
*** Turn *** : [ Ad Ah 9h ] 8s
*** River *** : [ Ad Ah 9h 8s ] 5s
*** SUMMARY ***
Pot: $19,539.00 | Rake: $3.00
Board: [ Ad Ah 9h 8s 5s ]
kimsquared lost $4,809.00
–shane lost $2,847.00 Shows [ 2d 2c ] (two pairs, Aces and twos.)
skieastwood lost $13.00
NovaCX12 lost $25.00
macca081 bet $4,809.00, collected $540.00, net $-4,269.00 Shows [ 4s 4d ] (two pairs, Aces and fours.)
jsdlw lost $25.00
KyleRayner78 bet $4,539.00, collected $18,999.00, net $14,460.00 Shows [ 10d 10c ] ( with two pairs, Aces and tens.)
xBuchu70x lost $2,475.00 Shows [ 10h Kc ] (a pair of Aces.)

Basically, I had pocket tens, paired aces on the board and we all went all in before the flop. I win. I’m cool!

Trick Question

Saturday, June 18th, 2005

So, the other day, Joan posts a test question she gives every man she gets seriously involved with. Joan, sadly, has a past history of rape and sexual assault, so the importance of this question to her should not be underestimated:

“Suppose I was kidnapped. The kidnappers call you and tell you that what they do with me is up to you. You MUST make a choice. They say to you, ‘You have two options. We can put a bullet through her head right now and tell you where to collect her remains. Or, we can all take turns raping her for 48 hours, dump her off somewhere, and you can pick her up alive.’ There is no way of finding me and no hope of saving me from the kidnappers. You have to choose one or the other. So what would you tell them to do with me? Why?”

Of course, I don’t know Joan and I don’t have the context of that personal knowledge to answer it correctly for her. Though, I did answer the question from the perspective of Mrs. Bixby (Not Her Real Name) and me.

“You are brutal! I can’t believe this choice. I really don’t know how to answer it. If I tell them to kill her, I am a murderer, but if I selfishly keep her alive, I have condemned her to a life of fear, shame and she would never forgive me. Could I live knowing that the cost of letting her live meant destroying who she is? Could I continue to live never knowing what may have occurred if she had lived?

In her position, I would rather be dead than used and thrown away. However, that’s a choice I make. I am the only one who can willingly give up my life. It is not right for me to make that choice for her.

In the end though, I would have to be satisfied with knowing that the love of my life was dead, by my intent, if not by my action, because I could never live with that hate she would have for me by choosing my need for her to be alive over protecting her soul. I would tell them to shoot her.

And then I would hunt every last one of them down, beat them to within an inch of their lives, stuff their balls down their throat and put a bullet squarely in their cerebral cortex.”

There is a pretty decent conversation in the comments section about it as people chipped in. Some seemed to feel that I didn’t care enough for Mrs. Bixby (Not Her Real Name) to let her live. I again responded:

“There have been some very good responses here. When I first read this, as I was typing my response, I called over Mrs. Bixby (Not Her Real Name), who has never read your blog, and had her read what I wrote. I hadn’t finished but I was to the point of ‘In the end though, I would have to be satisfied with knowing that the love of my life was dead, by my intent, if not by my action, because I could never live with that hate she would have for me by choosing my need for her to be alive over protecting her soul. I would tell them to shoot her.

I wrote my response from the personal perspective of me and my wife. She nodded at the response I gave, then watched as I typed, ‘and then I would hunt every last one of them down, beat them to within an inch of their lives, stuff their balls down their throat and put a bullet squarely in their cerebral cortex.‘ It was at that point that she patted me on the head, smiled and said, ‘Good boy.’ “

I thought it was quite the thought provoker and Joan updated the post with her dear love Jimmy’s response (obviously a favorable one) along with an explanation of what she is looking for in an answer.

This, of course, begs the question. What would you do?

quick Friday Funnies

Friday, June 17th, 2005

Not a lot of commentary today, just some quick links.

From the world of Gaming, the makers of Doom (I think) have resurrected the comic book adaptation of Doom. Yes. A comic book about a nearly silent, inarticulate hero in search of the BFG 9000 to kill space monsters. Oh the “Allow me to communicate to you my desire to have your guns.”

From World of Warcraft comes a film about a merry party of adventurers preparing to launch an assault on a nest of dragon eggs to earn some loot. One of their members, Leeroy Jenkins, just gets carried away with the thought and rashly gets his party into some serious trouble. “At least I have a chicken.” Of special note, however, isn’t just the movie itself, but the comments on the linked page. Apparently there is some contention as to whether this is staged or not (does it really matter?) and controversy surrounds whether or not getting your party members destroyed can be funny (the answer is yes).

“you f-gs who are wh-res and wrote in complaining it was his fault and is not funny because he killed everyone need to go kill yourself witha piano wire for taking an african sucking african game way to seriously You guys should really go f-ck ur self cause u are stupid as hell.”

Seriously. I really think he means “a frickin’” and not African, but, who knows, maybe the game is itself from Africa.

OpinionJournal’s Best of the Web has an item today regarding something James Taranto calls The Morgentaler Effect, essentially the Canadian version of the Roe effect, which is what they call the increase in conservative children based on the left’s higher likelihood to use abortion and the fact that most children tend to follow the politics of their parents. Taranto quotes Henry Morgentaler, the abortion doctor whose trials led to the legalization of abortion, in the cbc article as saying

“By fighting for reproductive freedom, and making it possible, I have made a contribution to a safer and more caring society where people have a greater opportunity to realize their full potential,” he said, shortly after receiving his honorary doctor of law degree from the University of Western Ontario in London.

“Well-loved children grow into adults who do not build concentration camps, do not rape and do not murder,” said Morgentaler, 82, who himself survived a Nazi death camp.

Funny, I would have thought that an abortion doctor would be a liberal, but apparently he feels that an increasingly conservative society is a safer and more caring society. Well, gee, thanks! We sure do try!

And one more link that is useful, not funny. My dear wife, Mrs. Bixby (Not Her Real Name) found this the other day and it is a godsend to anyone who works with measurements. Online Conversion is a source for all kinds of automatic weights and measures conversions (from English to American to Metric, etc). NASA and Lockheed Martin could have used this page six years ago. What a shame.

In related news, Discovery is on the launch pad and the Return to Flight has begun. I can’t wait. I love space and would love to reach it someday. My daughter recently went through a phase in which she wanted to be an astronaut. It seems to have passed, but the seeds are still there. Maybe I’ll never see space, but my progeny can.

Batman Begins

Wednesday, June 15th, 2005

Having just finished seeing the movie, all I can say is “Wow!”

Well, that’s not all I can say, otherwise I wouldn’t bother posting at 3:25 in the morning.

This was the Batman movie I’ve been waiting to see. Where Tim Burton looked at the Batman mythos and saw a stylized, dark and gritty universe that could be improved by stretching this bit to absurdity here and tugging this bit beyond the point of no return and casting Jack Nicholson as the Joker, Christopher Nolan saw a heroic struggle by one man to overcome his grief at his parent’s death by defeating his greatest fears and leaping into action.

This film is essentially a Batman: Year One for Hollywood. The screenwriters did borrow quite a bit from Frank Miller’s classic, but not completely of course. That being the case, the Caped Crusader wasn’t quite the world’s greatest detective yet. There were more than a few tweaks to the mythos, certainly, but from a character standpoint, everything made sense and worked in its own context.

The plot was tight and even served up a twist or three. The best asset of the story and screenplay is that Batman was treated as if he were real. There wasn’t a trace of camp and any humour was naturally occurring based on circumstance and/or character. There weren’t any forced jokes, and the filmmakers never tipped their hand by overbroadcasting “Hey there’s a joke here, laugh.” The first half of the movie takes loving care to develop Bruce Wayne as a character that you can identify with, understand and root for. You don’t even see Batman for the first hour or so (this is done well, much like the original Superman, and contrary to that shameless Incredible Hulk movie). By the time Bruce becomes Batman, you feel that you too may have donned the cape and cowl.

As for the characters, every actor in this movie, EVERY ACTOR, gave their best talent in service to this film. There are some very big names in supporting roles: Liam Neeson (in a very pivotal role), Michael Caine, Morgan Freeman, Gary Oldman (fantastic as always), Tom Wilkinson, a surprise appearance by Rutger Hauer, JoeyKatie Holmes, and Ken Watanabe. Every one of them created full three-dimensional characters with clear motivations and unique characters. My only real problem is with Holmes, who I generally do not care for as an actress anyway. She plays Rachel Dawes, a childhood friend of Bruce Wayne’s and Gotham City Assistant D.A. It’s shown that Bruce turns 30 in the timeline of the movie, and she was roughly the same age. However, in every role she plays, Holmes oozes with obvious sincerity. I don’t really fault her for this because I think she is genuinely sincere when she plays a character, but she has all the emotional range of a puppy-dog, complete with expressive eyes. She doesn’t bring the gravitas to the role that you would expect for a single, powerful 30 year old woman. Especially the persistent public prosecutor that Dawes is. If she were really going up against mob boss Carmine Falcone (masterfully portrayed by Tom Wilkinson), he would pet her on the head, giver her a piece of candy and shoo her out the door with plenty of advice about kids not speaking when the grown-ups are trying to conduct business. If he didn’t shoot her for her audacity, natch. That was the failing I can blame Holmes for.

The sweetest surprise though was the quality of treatment Bruce Wayne received. He isn’t some secondary shell to Batman as in Batman Forever and Batman & Robin. Nor was he the dominant personality as in Batman and Batman Returns. Instead, Bats and Bruce each leverage their unique positions and capabilities to best serve the goal of eradicating crime.

The forced dialogue and stinted interaction with Bruce Wayne, however, was entirely the fault of the screenwriters who seemed to believe a love interest was a necessary element to a Batman story, a compulsion I have never understood. Batman has been marginally romantically involved with Selena Kyle (Catwoman – Patience Price be damned!) and Talia Ghul (the daughter of Ra’s Al Ghul). Period. Bruce Wayne is a playboy who dallies with empty heads and dumps them away. Batman doesn’t have time for love.

Continuing the two villains theme from the later three movie, the scarecrow and Ra’s Al Ghul were so real, frightening and honest that it was quite refreshing. Granted they are not the only two villains in the movie, as Gotham’s underbelly is explored, but they are the two that comic fans will recognize. The characters were well served by their respective actors and treated with all the respect they deserve. Cillian Murphy will never let you look at courtroom psychologists in the same light again.

Another bonus for me personally was seeing the lovely city of Chicago all dolled up as Gotham City. We got to take helicopter shots down Upper Wacker Drive, drive at breakneck speed through lower Wacker Drive (and even cause a few Blues Brothers-esque moments while there) and see our varied and wondrous architectural marvels in all their glory. I actually was downtown while they were filming “The Intimidation Game” as they were hiding behind. We watched the helicopter with attached camera fly back and forth over the river and city streets filming the aerials. I couldn’t find myself on-screen though. I guess I will need to see it again. (By the way, to see some of the Chicago locations used in Gotham City, look here at Glass, Steel and Stone.

In the end, I would give the film 3 and a half out of 4 stars. I deduct a half a star for not having a more seasoned actress in the lead female role.

To quote Peter David’s review “Overall a terrific relaunch of the Bat franchise.”

Crossposted on


Tuesday, June 14th, 2005

The Washington Times website apparently has a feature called UPI Hears…

Today’s includes a brief story on a former Bush Admin official questioning the 9/11 story.

A former Bush team member during his first administration is now voicing serious doubts about the collapse of the World Trade Center on 9-11. Former chief economist for the Department of Labor during President George W. Bush’s first term Morgan Reynolds comments that the official story about the collapse of the WTC is “bogus” and that it is more likely that a controlled demolition destroyed the Twin Towers and adjacent Building No. 7.

WHAT?! Simple question, where are the planes and the people on them? What about the calls from those people on United Flight 93? What explains the Pentagon? What is he suggesting?

1) The Government planned to demo the buildings anyway and they set off the already installed explosives after terrorists conveniently flew planes into the buildings.

2) The Government planned to demo the buildings anyway and somehow managed to install explosives after the terrorists conveniently flew planes into the buildings.

3) There were no planes and the government made the whole thing up to explain an early explosion from pre-installed explosives.

4) The government co-ordinated the 9/11 attacks.

Every one of these is ridiculous on the face of it. Tell me that your run-of-the-mill explosives expert wouldn’t flip on the conspiracy and spill the story after seeing the affect it had on the nation.

I just don’t understand this at all. What sequence of events, other than what we saw happen, explains any of this better than the current 9/11 narrative?

You don’t know JACK. In fact, no one does

Monday, June 13th, 2005

While driving back from the City last week after cheering Mrs. Bixby (Not Her Real Name) on for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer, I noticed that the radio was playing a decent mix of old and new music. I assumed I had left Nine FM on when I was last in the car. That is, until this large announcer voice burst out with “This is JACK FM, 104.3.”

“104.3? That can’t be right!” I thought. I checked the radio and sure enough, the dial read 104.3 FM. To quote Vizzini (as I often do), “Inconceivable!”

I was in quite a state of shock. My friend, who was assisting me with child-wrangling while Mrs. Bixby (Not Her Real Name) was gone for the weekend, couldn’t understand my dismay and distress. See, she was born in Plano, IL, but moved to the Quad Cities area at a young age. Unlike me, she didn’t grow up with Dick Biondi. She didn’t remember Magic 104, nor, later, Oldies 104. She didn’t know the pleasure of being able to turn on a station and know that it wouldn’t blow out your eardrums with noise or profanity and that you had a better than even chance of hearing a song you know and/or love.

Apparently, without warning to us faithful listeners, Inifinity Broadcasting decided to change to some new Canadian format that eschews DJs and any thematic format. As they proudly say, “We play whatever we want and we don’t take requests.”

I am not the first or only person upset by this. Chicago Sun-Times Chicago media critic Robert Feder writes about the change here and publishes reader reaction here.

Bill Dennis seems somwhat perplexed by the hubbub.

My response is quoted in it’s entirety:

“I’ve been meaning to blog about this for the last week. What started all of this Jack discussion in Chicago is that Infinity Broadcasting had the wise idea to replace Oldies 104.3 WJMK in Chicago, a station that has successfully broadcast the 50′s, 60′s and 70′s format since 1984, included some of the most beloved deejays in the Chicago area and had been an absolutely reliable station to listen to if I didn’t want my kids to hear profanity or overly loud music, with JACK shite.

I’m young enough that my entire living memory of radio includes and involves Oldies 104 (formerly Magic 104). My dad listened to it because he hated contemporary music. It’s what he and I both grew up to.

The worst part is not that JACK is soulless, without DJs, and without theme. The worst part is that we already have three simulcast stations (NINE FM) that do the same thing. And better. To screw over Dick Biondi who has given 20 years of his life to that station and banish him to the internet is deplorable. To do so and replace it with such drek is unforgivable.”

My wife and her parents were equally perturbed and disheartened by this news. In breaking the news, I simply asked both my wife and her mother (in separate conversations) one question. “If you had to choose one Chicago radio station that wouldn’t change formats, which would it be?” Both women responded with Oldies 104. Both were disappointed to find out which Chicago radio station changed formats.

I have personally chosen to remove 104.3 FM from my presets dial and if I am in the mood for mixed music, I will listen to NINE FM which replaced some bad Top 40, 80′s or Spanish-language stations. The channels they replaced had been through several format changes before settling on the IPOD shuffle format. It has worked for them and, while still starting out, they seem to be doing well. Oldies 104.3 was one-of-a-kind and could be heard as far away as Michigan. It was a comfort to hear when returning from a road trip, an aural taste of home. I’ll sorely miss it.

The worst part of the whole deal was the mistreatment of the dedicated and loving staff and DJs who now have to live out the remainder of their RADIO contracts on the INTERNET. Shameful. Biondi was a Chicago institution and he deserves better.

Not Guilty

Monday, June 13th, 2005

Great. Michael Jackson is Not Guilty on all 10 counts.

Can I go back to not caring now?

Life imitates Satire

Monday, June 13th, 2005

I love the Urban Legends Reference Pages. I get the RSS feed. I surf it when I’m bored. I love being able to recognize those doofy celebrity story emails and dubious claims in forwards. It makes me feel smart. (Really, I’m usurping someone else’s hard work I guess, but there’s value in knowing which sources can be counted on as definitive and trusted).

I read on Drudge today that Steve Jobs tells Stanford grads that dropping out was the best thing that ever happened to him. My snopes sense began tingling so I did a snopes search on “Steve Jobs drop-out” and hit this old SatireWire piece that had been snopesed about Larry Ellison, founder of Oracle, telling graduates that they ought to “drop out and start-up.”

Memorable quotes include:

“Please, take a ood look around you. Look at the classmate on your left. Look at the classmate on your right. Now, consider this: five years from now, 10 years from now, even 30 years from now, odds are the person on your left is going to be a loser. The person on your right, meanwhile, will also be a loser. And you, in the middle? What can you expect? Loser. Loserhood. Loser Cum Laude. “

“Hmm . . . you’re very upset. That’s understandable. So let me stroke your egos for a moment by pointing out, quite sincerely, that your diplomas were not attained in vain. Most of you, I imagine, have spent four to five years here, and in many ways what you’ve learned and endured will serve you well in the years ahead. You’ve established good work habits. You’ve established a network of people that will help you down the road. And you’ve established what will be lifelong relationships with the word ‘therapy.’ All that of is good. For in truth, you will need that network. You will need those strong work habits. You will need that therapy.

You will need them because you didn’t drop out, and so you will never be among the richest people in the world. Oh sure, you may, perhaps, work your way up to No. 10 or No. 11, like Steve Ballmer. But then, I don’t have to tell you who he really works for, do I? And for the record, he dropped out of grad school. Bit of a late bloomer.

Finally, I realize that many of you, and hopefully by now most of you, are wondering, ‘Is there anything I can do? Is there any hope for me at all?’ Actually, no. It’s too late. You’ve absorbed too much, think you know too much. You’re not 19 anymore. You have a built-in cap, and I’m not referring to the mortar boards on your heads.”

Now, the Ellison stuff is taken at a mean-spirited laugh and Job’s speech (link is to Stanford’s summary article, I couldn’t find the text) reads as inspirational, telling students to take advantage of rare opportunities presented by unexpected conditions.

I have tried to use the same approach to my own life. I didn’t grow up with many advantages. I really only had a loving family (despite some rocky times after my mom died) and my above-average intelligence. It took time for me to appreciate my family, and I all but wasted my intelligence skating through classes which were too easy and doing just enough to pass classes that were challenging. I thoroughly regret that now. However, I went to college and earned most of a Journalism degree, mostly because I worked at the Western Courier, the school newspaper, and I worked very hard at that. However, I slacked where possible in classes. After a very disheartening situation at the newspaper, I quit at the end of my sophomore year and really coasted through the next semester. By the end of that semester, even if I could have afforded to go back in the Spring (I couldn’t), I don’t think they would have let me back in academically. I worked for my Dad’s company (as I had been doing on breaks) for a little while until I was able to snag an interview with a major retail company’s home improvement back office using a high school friend as a contact. I started at $8.06 an hour doing clerical compliance filing and by the time I left three years later, I was making $33,600 as a Technical Support Specialist. In that time, I had also taken a second job, leveraging the same contact for an interview, switching job 1 to part-time evening work. I worked real hard at both jobs, but hated job 2 and when, 9 months after starting Job 2, a technical position I wasn’t qualified for opened up, I leapt at it. I beat out my same friend for the position, but neither of us was as qualified as they needed (and they weren’t going to find someone who was for the price they were willing to pay); however, he left completely and I never did, so I won.

After about 15 months in that job, I had become a jack of all trades (IT), but a master of none, and frankly I was getting kind of burnt out on desktop/laptop support, especially since I had no formal training, was beginning to reach the limit of my knowledge and couldn’t get any training from the company. I had a limited amount of telecom knowledge from the job, enjoyed that aspect the most and decided to find a new job in that field, if able, and learn all I could.

I found a job contracting for a major personal telephone service provider and starting absorbing information from everywhere I could. After four months there, I was “released from my contract” because they valued punctuality over performance. I worked hard there, but, due to a hairy commute and my natural late-starterness, I couldn’t seem to comply with the Employee Handbook’s Zero Tolerance policy for tardiness. That’s the way the world works.

I was released in November, two weeks before Audrey was born, and my dear wife, Mrs. Bixby (Not Her Real Name), became our sole breadwinner, even though she had intended on quitting to become a stay-at-home Mom. Instead, I became a stay-at-home Dad while I was looking for work. I wouldn’t trade one minute of those three months for my life. They were precious and irreplacable. It made it more difficult to return to work after Madelyn was born, that’s for sure.

At any rate, I found a new job, contracting in a new telecom group at a major insurance provider. I learned more in that 6 months contract than I had in the last three years. I did so well, in fact, that the company hired me full-time at the end of my contract and I will celebrate 3 years in August.

The problem is that I have such a history of touching down, learning what I can and moving on that it is difficult to actually settle down and do the work I am hired for without the nagging thought that there must be something more to learn and somewhere else to learn it. I have consistently moved higher in pay scale and I think I am reaching a plateau here, which of course could be alleviated with a move elsewhere. However, being an intelligent man, I know the value of putting your time in at a Fortune 100 company and truly absorbing the values, expectations and culture of a large firm because it can only help me later. I’m feeling the itch is what it comes down to, but I am staving it off for the long haul because my family needs what stability I can provide.

My career has been about taking chances, learning what you can and doing better for yourself. I think I have taken Jobs’ lessons to heart, even before he spoke them. As unique opportunities or circumstances arise, you must be willing to act on them, trusting your gut along the way. Right now, my gut says stick it out and do your best. It’s just my wanderlust acting up and that goes away after a while.

I didn’t intend to post this much, but I got rolling and here’s where I rolled. ;)