I’m really bad about time management. I have to improve. In fact, we got called out at school for how tardy Amelia has been.
But seriously, how am I supposed to wake this up?

I just don’t think they appreciate the dilemma I’m in. 
I’m really bad about time management. I have to improve. In fact, we got called out at school for how tardy Amelia has been.
But seriously, how am I supposed to wake this up?

I just don’t think they appreciate the dilemma I’m in. 
I’m in a bad place.
Ian used to tell me all of the time how I’d get stuck in ruts, and it was my job as a leader in the company to get out, and help move people forward. But I’m in one of those ruts where it just feels like it’s too hard to do.
It’s really coming from every direction too.
Luka tells me he doesn’t want me. He doesn’t like me. He only likes his mom. (Amelia does the opposite to Micky. It’s just purely mean).
My dad busted his tooth, and I found out because I’m on a WhatsApp group with a bunch of students working on a project he and I are brainstorming together. If I weren’t on that group, then I’d never have found out.
The family is sick. I’m allergic to the backyard for the next month until all of this pollen goes away.
I’ve lost 40% capacity on the PM side at work, and that’s just plain hard. There’s a bunch of other stuff here too, but I’ll publish those another day.
I don’t know where to win. I don’t know where the next win is coming from. And most of all, and actually scariest of all, I don’t know if it will be enough. But damn do I need a win right now 🙁
It all started when we saw the trailer for The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. We knew we would go on opening night because that’s our people.
So I pre-ordered the tickets because a Friday night at the Kabuki Theater is quite the crap shoot for a good seat. That’s $11 per ticket plus a $3 processing fee. Oh, and by the way, I print out the damn ticket so whatever they’re processing isn’t the ticket.
So far, we’re at $30 let’s call it.
Then, we have to get the babysitter. And we love her to death. She’s amazing. The going rate in San Francisco is $20 per hour. And the movie starts at 8pm which means she has to put the kids to bed. So she might as well come early enough to calm any fears, and successfully put the kids to bed. It means 4 hours of babysitting – another $80.
Now we’re at $110.
And it’s not a movie without snacks. Humphrey Slocum ice cream, two drinks, and a small popcorn will cost you a smooth $30. Isn’t that lovely?
So we got to $140.
Don’t worry about the $4 parking garage fee. At that point, who cares?
Oh man, and we wonder why we never go out anywhere 🙁
At least the movie was fantastic 🙂
I really need to dig into this whole no yelling thing. But they don’t sleep. And then work is just a bear right now. And we have no nanny. And it just feels as if there have been, and will be coming up, a ton of solo parent days/nights.
But holy smokes that look in her eyes.
And all she asked that I do was not yell at her. To just speak kindly to her. About a cup of milk for God’s sake.
I’ve lost all patience for the world. All restraint to jump from zero to a thousand. But I won’t forget that look in her eyes. And hopefully it will slow me down. Hopefully it will stop me.
Because I don’t want to see it again.
When we first moved into the house, we had an one-off insurance policy to fix plumbing, appliances, roof, etc. I called them once, they sent over a fantastic plumber, and I never called them again. You see, they found a way to not cover anything, and all I really needed was access to a good plumber.
Why isn’t this exact same thing happening, or going to happen, to Uber, Handy, Munchery, etc.?
All of these applications are marketplaces. However, none of them (and I haven’t power used Handy yet so I don’t know how true this is for them) create a relationship between me and my service provider.
I know my plumber, and so I trust him to come to the house and fix things.
Same with my contractor (because houses break).
Same with my gardener (because Micky loves the backyard).
In a similar vein, I know my doctor, my dentist, and I trust that they will be there when I go in for an appointment.
Why then wouldn’t I want to know my chef? Or my driver? Or the painters I’ve hired?
And if the apps don’t build this in for me (e.g. allowing me to request favorites when they’re available, creating relationships with the service providers before they come to me, etc.), then why wouldn’t I just do it myself?
I’ve never asked an Uber driver for their card so I could just call them directly next time… but I could. It would let me pay them without having to pay Uber. I could give them the tip they deserve, and not the one that Uber splits with them. All of the incentives are there for this business owner to branch out and create his own clientele list.
It’s the kind of thing my grandfather would definitely have done by now.
Our Handy tryout today wrote us a nice note about the work that she did, and suggested at the end that we create a one-on-one relationship without Handy as an intermediary. She’s already thinking that way.
I’m really curious how… on a long enough time horizon… these services expect to keep the talent. I know agencies have these problems because my favorite contractor (one Garret Riddle) tends to freelance out whenever he wants to, and then come back when he’s tired of doing BD.
Get enough clients and word of mouth, and you don’t need the marketplace anymore. And then what happens to Uber’s valuation?
Happy Fat Tuesday everyone! This year for Lent I’m going to focus on 2 things:
But for the next 40 days, I’m not going to let myself do it because it’s not fair to the kids, and it’s not what I want to teach them to do either.
It’s going to be hard…
I’m going to really focus on what I eat, how much I exercise, and make sure that both are aligned towards my goal of losing weight. I think if I do it right, I’ll be down to 187 by Easter.
That would be really wonderful.
So there you have it. My two big goals. I always share publicly to get help from others. If you need help, then let me know yours, and I’ll be there 🙂
I remember in high school that my French teacher, and one of the strongest leftist influences in my life, Fabienne took us to a talk at UNC about the death penalty. The person speaking was the son of the Rosenbergs who were executed for spying for the Soviets, and giving them nuclear secrets.
It turns out that the government was right about Julius, but not about Ethel.
And so started my walk down becoming a pretty staunch anti-death penalty advocate.
Over the years I learned more, and everything I learned seemed to point me to the conviction that the death penalty is inherently wrong.
And now the country of Jordan has given me another data point.
These two executions carried out this morning are simply revenge killings. All over the world, we’re condemning ISIS as a band of extremists whose tactics and values are outdated, and unwelcome in the modern world.
And yet, in a moment where we can test that belief, we fall prey to Hammurabi’s code – “an eye for an eye” instead of focusing on our own modern values – right to a fair trial, punishment that fits the crime, etc.
I don’t know if Jordan holds to these values.
But the question I’ve been asking myself today is – who’s actually the worse offender here? ISIS for standing by their barbaric values and executing a prisoner of war. Or Jordan for responding in an equally barbaric way while decrying those barbaric values?
Am I the only one who thinks it’s Jordan?
And so it begins…
Last week I went to a beekeeping class. The teachers were hilarious. They just kept making fun of each other. Some of them do it for fun like I will. One of them does it as a side business. It’s pretty amazing to see how into it they still are after 8, 10, 15 years.
The warnings are stark… you will fail. You will have a hard time keeping them alive. It is expensive to get started.
But the opportunities are there too… lots of honey, lots of wax (chap stick forever!), and a whole new hobby to explore.
I’m really excited because it gives me a hobby that isn’t technology. It gives me a pet who I can leave for a month at a time, and it will be ok. And it gives me something really fun to do with the kids that also teaches them about simpler things.
So after class number one, I’ve sat here tonight and looked at multiple bee equipment vendors finding the least expensive one. There’s a tie between two of them, and the guy teaching the class had a very clear winner in his eyes.
I think I’ll go with that one, but I’m going to call them to see if it’s even cheaper than I thought. Then we’ll build the hive. Take one more class in March. And then the bees show up in April.
Then we rock and roll.
Here’s the crazy thing… your bees take about 6 weeks to find themselves. Well in that six weeks, the only bee that you bought that will still be alive will be the queen. The rest will have died, and the queen will have repopulated her hive.
And in 18 months when she can’t lay any more eggs? Well, they off her, find a new queen, and start all over again.
Crazy, huh?
I very rarely find myself wishing this blog were anonymous or that I could just go off on folks without needing to consider being an adult and the ramifications of not being an adult.
But holy shit has it been one of those weeks.
Back to your regularly scheduled programming… I guess I’ll scream in a pillow instead.
This was a week of ending our holiday, and getting back into the swing of things back home.
It all started with Uncle Dan’s wedding in Edinburgh. First of all, why is it pronounced borough, but spelled burgh? Someone has to figure that one out for me. The wedding was lovely, and the reception was fantastic. Amelia had a phenomenal dress sewn together by Wendy, and Luka looked the part as well.
We then moved to the southern coast of England to see Abbey and Dave (Amelia and Freddi hit it off like champs, and Luka learned a few sword tricks from Elliot), took a detour to see Mike (because central heating is NOT overrated), and then up to Michael and Justine’s for a New Year’s bash. It’s essentially a perfect hit list to end a trip.
Once we got home on New Year’s Day, it’s been all about jet lag 🙁
1am wake up; 2:30am wake up; 4am wake up, and I’m hoping that tomorrow is the day we crack it. I’m feeling lucky 🙂
It’s also been a week of watching the babies grow up too fast. Using forks and knives properly. The way they speak and communicate with us and each other. Amelia riding her bike that Santa brought for Christmas. It’s all too much, too fast.
And so it goes… on to the photos and a cute video 🙂