Saturday, March 11, 2006

New Coordinates

In the end, even I myself became tired of my own prevarications over my career. In response to the predicatable-but-dull question "So, what do you do?" I have a new response. From now on I am no longer a Programmerbut (as in "I am a programmer, but..."). Henceforth, I photograph and write; write and photograph. Perhaps I code some software to pay the bills, but my raison d'etre no longer rests on CREATE TRIGGER or public class foo{}. Irrespective of the outcome of the interminable Google application process, I will exist to explore, create and record the beauty, frailty, jollity, horror, and desire of the world. A mere trifling, then (LOL); but far better than trifling with my time, as I was doing until two days ago.

I am grateful to all those many people who have harangued me over the last few years to quit farting about and do What I Should Be Doing: creating.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. - William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.


  • Creatin'? Pish, lad. Tha should be workin'. I don't know 'ow many more times I've to tell thee. Quit fartin' aboot and get doon that pit. And stop quotin' all that poncy poetry. Bloody 'ell.

    By Blogger Raps, at 12:13 pm  

  • Heh, hacking away at the code face - dirty lumps of black software all day long.

    By Blogger Skellywag, at 4:29 pm  

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