[boys|girls] suck, pick one. China pisses off google. etc etc etc.

What have I been up to? Well, I just logged into google reader and saw I’ve written ten journal entries since the last time I did. Whoops. Actually, I’ve been doing more writing that that elsewhere too. I’ve been in a tree, at a fire burning trees, tromping about with trees. I have my own photos somewhere of what I’ve been up to lately; I probably won’t remember it all until I pull them off the camera. But yeah, doing stuff. And you know, the stuff there are pictures of isn’t even the cool stuff. But that’s all relative, like stoves and girls.

I bought plane tickets for Shmoocon, deciding February just isn’t the right time to tack on a trip home. I’d like to wait until there’s less snow. We’re significantly less hindered by the snow back home than here, but it does make for a bit of a hibernation season all the same.

Spent a long time today talking about how I feel. Not a long time. The usual Tuesday hour, actually. What do you do, when the things you’ve “built” were secondary? Can you “throw it all away?” What matters? Not my 401k. I’ll put my 401k down on that feeling I get when I’m hanging out with M mattering. I still have a 401k, right? I don’t know. I don’t open that mail. If it doesn’t work out, would I regret not having the 401k, or if I didn’t try, would I regret not having tried? I sided with the latter. Material shit can be utilitarian shit, granted. I don’t know it is a matter of value, but a value of meaning. Am I blowing smoke up my own ass?

I mean, how I feel matters and should steer me, right?