Not much time to write on Monday or Tuesday, since I was helping to give a training course at work, on Enterprise Backup Storage technologies. Next time I’ll probably be doing it on my lonesome. We keep classes thankfully small for these courses, only 6 students this time – a good thing, since they all deserve as much hands-on time as possible.
Last night I stayed up far too late listening to music, which happens occasionally. Sometimes, usually when I’m a bit groggy, I start idly browsing through my music collection. Jump cut to two hours later, and I find myself still sorting through tracks and finding new songs I’ve just got to have a blast of before I hit the sack. Last night’s odyssey started somewhere around The Beastie Boys with Sound of Science, and waypoints included Geddy Lee’s My Favourite Headache, U2’s Pop, Carole King’s Tapestry, Fugazi’s Argument, Bill Hicks’ Arizona Bay, a Nanci Griffith best-of compilation, and I finally crashed out to the dulcet strains of Zappa’s Weasels Ripped My Flesh – the title track. I think I had some interesting dreams, if I could only remember them.
I’ve taken a week off from my Engineering course, and now I’m behind. The Torture Never Stops…