Yesterday, I wished I'd had a camera with me. Waiting to pull into traffic was a large truck, with "SAWGRASS GAS" printed on the cab door. The name was also printed across the four rolling garage-type doors on the side of the trailer.

However, the first two doors, upon which "SAWGR" was written, had been rolled up to accommodate large racks full of propane tanks, leaving only the remaining letters visible.

I have an ethnically diverse set of coworkers. Yesterday, one of them told a brief anecdote which I found interesting on a couple of different levels.

When I escaped from Russia, only one time did I feel true fear. It was in train station; I looked down at my keyring and realized: only keys left were for suitcases. No house keys, no car keys. That was when I realized, I had no home.

When it comes to sight-reading orchestral music, there is only one thing I hate worse than the viola with its stupid clef smack dab in the middle of the staff.

And that's the trombone with the same stupid clef in a different fucking position than the viola's stupid clef.

One or the other I could handle, but bouncing back and forth between the two is really making my head hurt.

The good news: I may not have to get up at 5 AM anymore. The bad news: there goes at least 1-2 hours of overtime per day.

Hello, my faithful old blog. It's been a while, hasn't it?

Not much has happened. Working a lot — enough to ensure a pleasant exchange of Festivus gifts with Karen. Caught the Christmas Crud, went through four entire boxes of Kleenex in four days, and only now am starting to feel like a human being again. The User Acceptance Test is over, and we passed, so I won't have to go looking for employment.

Karen gave me a Behringer BCF-2000, which will not only come in handy in my audio endeavors, but I think I can rig it to control property sliders in Animation:Master. I know that means nothing to all but two people who read this blog — if anyone's still reading after my recent inactivity — but I think it's pretty cool.

Alas, my faithful servant of the past three years, my Handspring Visor Prism, hit the floor for the last time today. It still works, technically, but the case is badly cracked and the screen only manages the dimmest of flickering light. As I find it an indispensible tool at work, I must replace it immediately. I really like the specs of the Palm Tungsten T5; unfortunately, I wasn't planning for this kind of expenditure at the moment.

Of late I've been working on a project I can't wait to post about. But, alas, I must. Soon, I hope.