So, this is it. The new Simplemath. Enjoy.

I took a vacation last week and visited some friends. I read a few books, mostly about programming, watched alot of A-Team reruns, and somehow avoided getting a tan.

It was a week in stasis.

All of my friends are great people, they just seem a little. . . aimless. I guess that comes from being twenty-something waiters and waitresses in a small town. There is really nothing to do except and drink. Heavily. So, that’s what they do, and most of them don’t seem to want anything else. I don’t understand it, to be so. . . content to do nothing. . so blank, surrounded by so much sameness. I love them all dearly, I just don’t understand.

Vacation was interesting though. I spent July 4th on a lake, and saw some great fireworks. I also saw a great fight on the pier between a collection of rednecks and a collection of steroid-bound muscle heads. We’d stopped in to re-fuel the boat. A group of rednecks in a red cigar boat christened “Dirty Deeds” were dancing rudely with these stripper/model/actress types who, apparently, were “with” a collection BGH injecting bodybuilders. I mean, serious meatheads.

Long story short, the meatheads started beating on the rednecks. Seriously banging heads. While I watched from the comfort and safely of our boat, my friend JR decided to go be “the peacemaker”. He stepped between the combatants, and caught a beer bottle in the ribs for his trouble. Idiot.Soon enough, the rednecks, their women, the meatheads and the S/M/A types were all being questioned by the local 5.0.

All in all, I’m glad to be back in DC, where all I have to worry about is terrorists.

Speaking of Whisketown — check the Now Playing — I was watching a few episodes of Buffy :Season 2 last night, and realized that the set was decorated with posters featuring the album cover from Stranger’s Almanac, the very album I am currently listening to They were in the locker room, the hallway, the library, everywhere. Either someone over at Buffy has a serious jones for one David Ryan Adams, or Mood Food records paid a bunch of money in product placements. I sense the handiwork of one Alyson Hannigan at work here.

It’s all just Simple Math to me.

The main obstacle to producing a personal web site is not bandwidth or technology, but rather substance. Honestly, most people don’t have much of importance to say, and I’m no exception. Yes, the web is interactive. . . but personal sites are always a monologue. So rather than waste valuable bandwidth displaying pictures of my cats or listing the complete contents of my music collection, I deliver this small offering. Enjoy.

For the terminally curious. . . I grew up in Cheraw, South Carolina. In 1994, I entered Davidson College in North Carolina. Four years and one thousand cups of coffee later, I was granted a degree in History and sent on my way. I stayed in Davidson where I continue to work in the Archives of the college library and do a little freelance web design. You can see a partial portfolio here. Then I hitched up to the big city and started working at an honest-to-goodness web concern. This is all chronicled in excrutiating detail in my brain