Spring is in the air. The sun is shining, the snow is melting, and the jackets are resting in the closets. It reached 48 degrees at my house today, two degrees shy of a record, and the temperature got me thinking about my plans for the summer.
The high-level list goes something like this:
The last two items on the list hint at what’s been on my mind this weekend. Visits to Philmont and the BWCA sealed my love of the outdoors when I was younger, and I want to re-engage in those activities while I’m still able. There are few things more relaxing than being out on the trail in a forest, beyond the reach of cell phones and the Internet, with everything required for survival strapped to one’s back.
Yet another article has appeared in the mainstream media about my company’s deep brain stimulators. There’s a neat slideshow associated with the article that features some good intraoperative photos including one of a hole being drilled in the patient’s skull.
I gave a presentation to a small group yesterday. Normally, that wouldn’t be anything to write about, but of the ten people in the audience two were VPs, one was a director, and two more were senior managers. At the onset on the one-hour meeting, the most senior VP in attendance stated, “I only have 45 minutes.” An hour later, he was still present. Hooray for captivating material!
I was going to write about my feelings when I see people play the lottery (-EV, big time), then I thought about discussing the confounding joy expressed by people who think that getting a huge tax refund is a good thing. I’m not going to do either. Instead, I will let my jaw drop in shock at nascent Geni‘s $100 million valuation. Wow. On a similar note, I wonder how Scribd will do?
The only people on the roads were pizza deliverymen and plow drivers. Even though the clock was barely past 7:00 pm, everybody else was hunkered down at home. I was out driving to Caribou for a caffeine hit, which made me the exception that proved the rule.
As I drove on the unplowed streets, headlights struggling to pierce the heavy falling snow, I surveyed the parking lots in my community’s commercial hub. They were virtually empty, and for good reason. Upon closer inspection, almost all of the stores were closed. It would seem that my company was not alone in its decision to send employees home early. Everything was eerily quiet.
The Outback’s all-wheel drive handled the snow with aplomb, so I aborted my journey for coffee in favor of a more circuitous route. I guided the Subaru down white lanes and through billowing drifts. The Bimmer loves curves, but snow is the Subaru’s element, and so we bonded — an understanding between man and machine. It was supremely peaceful. I felt like I had the world to myself.
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