August 2002

It was a cruel joke God played on my friends when he made singing so much fun to do, even if you are a terrible singer.

I’m at LWE this week: interviews, meetings & panels… very exhausting. But the weather has been great, and it’s been interesting to watch as people across the industry begin to understand what’s happening with the Linux desktop, at different rates and in their own ways. But, you know, I don’t talk about work so much here.

Last night we ate roasted quail. It made me feel like some kind of demented pedophile, mangling that little body and tearing the meat off with my teeth.

Peach and Joe.

How I look at 25.

Jacob enjoys eating cake.

Miniature Golf in Saugas.

At the batting cages.

Thanks for the nice party guys .

Today I’m 25. I like getting older; I’m slightly less of an idiot with each passing year. And the whole youth-idolatry oh-god-not-another-birthday thing has to be the most sure-fire way to be unhappy about the way things are progressing in your life.

Busy week.