Month: December 2009

Yesterday, I completed college. Again. I now have a degree in Computer Science from the University of Washington. This should be a cause for celebration, but with the bleak job market and the number of experienced programmers competing for the same jobs I am applying for, I must admit that my spirits are not soaring. In the first case, looking for work is about the worst job to have. When you add in that the average person is taking six months to find a job, the future looks pretty bleak. Nothing really to celebrate.

However, this could provide excellent opportunities to go private. Although I will need to spend a significant amount of time and effort attempting to find a “real” job, the rest of my time can be spent improving my coding skills, and doing a bit of writing. Who knows, I might actually make a bit of money on the side.

Since I am writing this journal, I suppose it could be looked at as a documentary of an unemployed individual. I will continue to make updates on my job search as well as my side projects. I can only hope that it is a short journal.

Here I am, another presence on the Internet. A flake of knowledge floating on the breeze of information. Well, a flake, anyway. And what am I doing here? Blathering like an idiot. Spewing out a litany of irrelevancies that no one but my closest friends and the occasional innocent mentally deranged bystander will ever read. Chaining together a succession of words to form an image of life with a complete lack of meaning. Making a pitiful attempt to keep my head above the turbulent waters of our times, while swimming frantically towards no particular destination.

And what does this say about you, my poor companion? You, who are not being drug along in my dusty wake, kicking and screaming the entire time, but who are voluntarily traveling by my side and graciously sharing the thoughts I have thunk. Do you hope to garner some secret wisdom from my diatribe? Are you seeking a chaos of ideas to help you assign order to the muddled world in which we live? Do you have nothing better to do?

For you, my sole cohort, I can make only one promise: but I won’t.