I would suggest that I could get more work done in a single Saturday/Sunday sprint than I would inside of a complete Monday-Friday eight hour workaday cycle.
In a city built on the word and the number, in a hierarchical corporate environment…
It’s either the Microsoft Corporation, or the Investment Bankers… their suite and their tools, it causes me the greatest of stress! If I wasn’t abiding in the Corporate Standard, if I wouldn’t have to live in the Perfectly Reasonable Structured Capital Collaboration Process…
We would be set for set, with our very own jet.
So, what’s stopping me now? I need just one small thing, and it’s not come to me before. Without a shared pipe that goes from me to the management and back again, there will be no collaboration. They’re not reading what I’m reading, and I’m not reading what they’re reading. If we’re not reading the same books, how then can we really be working together?
I need someone that knows my skill set inside and out.
King-don, can you help me taking care of this?
It’s a Windows Server with only 256MB of RAM. It’s not suited for intensive software testing Java work or large memory tasks, but it could be the perfect mirror (1TB, thanks WD) and it could also be a fine Terminal Server client.
We can’t bring the Visual Studio on the ship with us. It’s too big, it’s too great, we could never master it. I could find one article that links to 10 articles each linking 10 more articles, and when you quiz me on their content, how could I hope to score past 60%? It’s a game I can’t win, a bet I’ll never take again.
I’m not putting myself in jeopardy. We’re running our own pipes, we’re not drinking their water. It’s poisonous.
I was eating, breathing, sleeping in the studio, and living inside a community of friends who all behaved the same. I could work 12 hour days, six days a week: it was so in the past, and truthfully there was nobody behind the curtain funding my vertical growth, save The Restaurant that sustained me.
There, we were all the same but different: driven, not ant-like drones, but all the same. We are in motion.
A real community. Who all loved to talk about it, who all gathered to prate on their intentions and their goals once together at dawn, and then again at the noon hour, and three times more before the onset of the evening, and over again the next day. We might have been in Star Trek galaxy! For sure, no man was watching the books grow covered with their moss.
I hope our paths will coincide.
I hope our interests don’t collide.
I hope it happens for us, and soon. I have been waiting a long time to see you, and we’d best to hurry.
We are not timeless anymore.
