who are you guys?

Another day at the fount-of-busy that is the sawmill. It's hard for me to believe that this was only my third day back, like being dropped into a jungle thick with undergrowth and having to machete (as a verb, mind you) my way out. Stupid work, where's my warm-up time? Where's my trial-run? Where's my mulligan? Anyway, I feel like I'm kicking butt. And, despite having had to go back to work to get that feeling - I kinda like it. You just don't go home from a long day sitting on the couch reading a book thinking, "Yeah, I kicked ass today." Then again, the ass-kicking means nothing to no-one, in the long-run. There, I think that's sufficiently pro'd and con'd as per my style - never say anything, stay on the fence, the non-committal commitment. What?
Sometimes I wonder about people reading this blog. Do I know them? Do they know me? My stats tell me I also get a "decent" amount of daily traffic. I mean, check it out, here's a snapshot of my daily traffic numbers over the past week or so:

sounds familiar visitors per day
Surprisingly, this graph says that sounds familiar averages between sixty and seventy unique hits a day. This is exciting to me. Sixty people a day? Who the heck are all of you? I know I get the random Google or Yahoo-referred visitor, who likely only stay to read what they came for and then move onto the next stop on the internet, and that these visitors can add up... but still, that leaves some percentage (I bet greater than fifty percent) of those ~sixty daily visitors who are real readers. Maybe not repeat readers, the basic stats package I have doesn't go into that much detail (and even when I had StatTraq installed it wasn't easy to track), but they are real people who at least alight here at sounds familiar whether by chance or will.
As an aside: I think it's interesting that there's an almost triple-traffic spike on October 29th - which is the day I wrote about two extremely internet-vogue items: the OiNK raid and the new Radiohead album. Seems blogging about current events can really boost your audience.
And, since we're talking about my traffic patterns here at the old blog (because I can think of nothing else to write about), let's back this thing out and take a look at visitors in week time-chunks:

sounds familiar visitors per week
Seems to prove out the sixty-seventy per-day thing, at least for the past couple weeks, but it also shows that, on the whole, traffic is on the decline from some sort of visitor heyday back towards the middle of the year. Again, the data seems odd to me. I mean, did I really have some three-thousand visitors back in the second week of June? The only thing I wrote about that week was the Santa Maria style BBQ Anthony I and built, and I can't even get those entries to show up on Google with hand-picked keywords. Funny, but three-thousand visitors is totally intriguing. Wonder what what would happen if we zoomed out and looked at things from a month-chunk basis?

sounds familiar visitors per month
Holy crap what?! Hovering over that June 2007 peak on the live page tells me that it sits at 10,423 visitors. Ten-thousand?! What the crap? How is that even possible? Looking at this, I start thinking the 3,000 peak from the week-level graph may just be the downtrending "tail" from this huge early-June spike. So, what happened earlier in June or late May? On the 29th of May, I wrote about how my then host, StartLogic, sucked ass. That could draw visitors, I suppose. On the 31st of May, I mentioned the Arcade Fire show we attended in Berkeley, and linked to several popular Arcade Fire sites. I guess that could also pull visitors. I'm not sure, but it sure was fun to look at all this, was it not?
Oh, it wasn't? Sorry.
Well, then, check this out. While this whole page about some cool things in China is neat-o, I'm linking it because I want you to scroll down to the big black box with the skull and crossbones that says "The Deadly South Peak." There's a written account there from a Western guy who hiked this trail in China, and the pictures and story are very well done. You have to see this trail to believe it. I checked, and the trip from Shanghai to Xi'an, which is about 75mi south of Mt. Haushan, is only a two-and-a-half hour flight and is relatively cheap. I'm thinking, "Hey, I go to Shanghai a couple times a year... maybe I should go climb this thing." Man, would that be an adventure. An insane, ill-fated adventure on which I would likely kill or injure myself... but an adventure nonetheless. I think, if I could get someone to try it with me - it might be up for it. You down?
Goodnight.
angry, resigned, jaded

I did write Sunday, but it was only this, and it wasn't enough.
Sunday and... and... Oh Lord in Heaven I can barely stand to type it... and... I have to go to work tomorrow. It's my absolute last day of this nine week vacation, and it's a day of tears and anguish. I had planned, like a good conscientious homeowner, to mow the lawn today. But, when I got up to change into the ratty clothes I wear to cut grass, I had a sudden change of heart. Mow the lawn on my last day of freedom? I think not. No sir, I most certainly think not. You see, even knowing that today is very likely the last chance I'll have to mow before next weekend (being that it's gonna be dark after work now with the time change), I just couldn't bring myself to sacrifice my last day to something so work-like. Instead, I want to read my book, listen to some Dylan, maybe take a nap after playing with Keaton - yeah, wide open.
After that the apathy overcame me, and I just gave up on posting for the day.
Today, however, was Monday (noobs: I write at night, the evening before I post, hence the date discrepancy) and it was my first day back at work. I look back on the day I wrote this entry, on my last day of work some two months ago, and it seems so far away... so why does my time off seem to have gone by so fast? I went into work this morning, and it was like picking up right where I left off. No gradual ramp into activity, rather a nose-dive into the same frigid waters of stress and deadlines. The shock of how quickly things got busy really surprised me. Then again, maybe I'm more overwhelmed than busy - I always have had a problem with trying to solve problems myself rather than let them be solved elsewhere. In some ways, I guess my coming back feels like a big inheritance of problems. I've gotten better, for the most part I can force myself to let those working for me solve the problems... but that temptation to jump in and run is still there.
Anyway, I'm starting to not make sense. Regarding my first day back: I thought it went extremely well. I wasn't crushed by having to return, more like I slid right back into place. That in itself is kinda scary, like I'm so accustomed to work it's like riding a bike... but it was also kinda nice. Actually, I felt like I got quite a bit "done" today - which is to say, I did a lot to understand what happened while I was out, and get myself back into the game. I know I was dreading it, and I can't say I wouldn't have rather lounge about the house reading, but, in the end, it really wasn't as bad as I thought. Sort of like slamming into a brick wall with a seatbelt on, or something. And now the cycle begins anew: wake, work, family, sleep, repeat. I wonder how I'll feel come the end of the week? A fellow worker said that his first three post-sabbatical weeks went: angry, resigned, jaded. After that, jaded was permanent. I'll let you know.
Right now, though, Sharaun's gone at some chef-kinda party, Keaton's down for the night, and I've put on the Figurines' latest album (which is no longer new at all) to give it another go. I loved their first album so much I just can't seem to accept the fact that their follow-up didn't do much for me. And, it does have some goodness, it just doesn't hold a candle to their debut. Stinks. I hate it when that happens. The other night I TiVo'd a bunch of old black and white western serials off of the old-stuff channel, and I've really been enjoying then. The times when the kids of this nation were weaned on cowboy-'n'-indian movies has always seemed like good times to me, not sure why. I figure it's somehow good, from a cultural-history perspective or something, to know about the Trail Blazers' spot in old-timey westerns.
Goooooood night.
the streetlights come on in two days

Today (Friday) is the last day of my sabbatical. My last true day, although I do have the weekend before I have to actually punch a timecard again. It's a sad day for me... the end of what now seems like an impossible dream that went way to fast. The non-working, still-paid, man's life... the life that I fantasize about. But, alas, the life that just ain't too realistic. And now it's over. I guess all good things... bah... let's do this.
Let me tell you about a time I was embarrassed (for no other reason than the story came to me). I think of it often, actually, as it was a fairly recent occurrence, and I think it does a good a job deflating me when my head's grown too big for its own good. Here goes: For work, I had traveled to a customer site for an important "face to face" meeting between their higher-ups and our higher-ups. Of the higher-ups from my sawmill, I was the lowest-up; but I had a good handle on the pulse of a certain program which was likely to become a topic of conversation at the meeting, so I was included. We all sat in a larger room, seated randomly at a large table in the form a 3-sided square/horseshoe (carefully staggering ourselves so as to not appear a single "front" to our customer, gotta be aware of that, y'know!). I am a pooperface.
The conversation was driven off a presentation on the big screen at the front of the room, but was all largely organic and free-flowing, as presentations to higher-ups tend to be. At one point, the highest-up who'd traveled from the sawmill with me was making a statement about when our customer would get something we'd promised them, and that something was part of the program I manage. The highest-up said something like, "And, you'll be happy to know that you should be getting ThingZ on....," and paused as if thinking. Taking this as my cue, and thinking him pausing for the "expert" to jump in and not make him look like he was unaware of the date, I jumped into the conversation with, "I'm pretty sure your ThingsZ shipped on Friday." What I hadn't heard, however, was the highest-up completing his own thought shortly after his pause - I had spoken right over his own date with my own, unknowingly, thinking he needed help. The highest-up most definitely did not like this, and apparently took it for the lowest-up trying to trump his piece of good news. The date was earlier than our customer would've expected, and I'm sure he thought I was trying to clutch at the glory of that announcement.
Without even looking at me, the highest-up stated, in an arrogant, no-nonsense tone, "Don't argue with me. I think I know my own ThingZs." It was like he was a mother on the phone with a friend, and I a child tugging on her apronstrings whining "Mommy! Mommy!" That was the tone he used. I heard his words more like, "Shut up, you know-nothing underling, we all know who's in charge here." The words stung immediately, but I was able to react quickly enough to laugh out loud, hoping to play it off as some good-natured ribbing between coworkers. It worked, to a degree, the room joined me in laughing, as did the higher-up, perhaps slightly embarrassed himself at calling out one of his own ranks so in front of customers. Oh but did I replay that quip in my head on the flight home, feeling the snub every single time. Seems a small thing, I know, but it was terribly embarrassing at the time. It does me good to think on it at times, to reign in my ego, get my head in check - even if it was a mistake on my part and no real vie for notoriety. Still sucked getting called out, though...
Nerd stuff coming, beware.
Oh man... I found the coolest thing online today, by pure happenstance, too. Seems that my torrent client of choice, µTorrent, has a plugin called WebUI that allows you to access the client over any standard HTTP connection. I know, this seems kinda nerdy, but I'm'a tell you what it means here next. See, I use BitTorrent to download all sorts of things. Mostly legal stuff, of course, like live concert recordings from sites like archive.org, Dime, Tapecity, and the Trader's Den, as well as TV shows Sharaun and I follow yet may have missed from sites like EZTV or shareTV. I've also occasionally used it to download a Linux LiveCD or two.
Anyway, suffice it to say that µTorrent is open on my home PC, sucking up my broadband on a regular basis. the WebUI plugin for µTorrent allows me to remotely login to the client software which is running on my home machine, from anywhere that has an internet connection, through the standard µTorrent port (which is open on my router). I supply a username and password, and I get a slick-looking web interface where I can manage all the torrents I'm seeding/leeching, as well as add a new torrent, delete a torrent, stop or pause a torrent, etc. You'd think this may be something you'd never want to do, but you'd be surprised when it may be useful to login to a torrent client and delete all your seedings every once in a while. WebUI is awesome. If I wanted to, I could find a cool new torrent online while I'm away from home, logon to µTorrent and add it, and it'd be waiting for me when I got there. Sweet.
I can't believe I have to go back to work...
Oh, lord... I have to go back to work. It's over.