Got a reminder, on the plane, why I don’t ever watch TV:

History Channel, which I would have expected to be respectable, had a program on about the Moon, where they were, with straight faces, pushing 40 year old long-debunked conspiracy theories like Hollow Moon hypothesis – interviewing only ufologist hacks, without a single mention of real scientists or latest data that explains observations without resorting to crazy (but exciting) fantasies.

Home, for the weekend, then back next week.
There are mountains here, but I haven’t seen them close.

I’m also happy to finally not be in the company of the coworker who calls me honey and cutie and repeatedly touches me just a bit more than I would consider appropriate. She has a 25 year old daughter and a husband with size-12-feet, which was among other too-many things she found it necessary to share. And yet, she is highly competent and actually good to have along on the trip. If she only would be a little more professional and respected boundaries just a tad more.

A moral dilemma – the bro-tastic guy who was fired from my current company (for the most part both for being a bro, and for being totally clueless about why this is bad) – is applying for a job in the new company I am about to join.

He called to ask me for tips about it (to improve his chances) and now my future boss is emailing asking me what it was like to work with him.

I felt terrible about it, but wrote back sayingthat I did not enjoy working with the guy. And now I will have to live forever in fear of karmic retribution.

Makes me think of that one weekend in Bintan. And those two weeks in Kaua’i. And always Arthur Clarke – because I was reading him in both of those places.

Ever since I’ve been trying to bring those two places back, but never quite could.