I have lots of ideas about where I want to end up in 10-15 years with my career.  Yesterday, a family friend told us about his new jobs making eye-glasses for kids as part of a non-profit organization that leverages big name sponsors and an intellegent board to bring sight to underprivileged children.  Talk about shady characters; how do those people sleep at night?

But the more I think about it, that is the direction I want to head.  I would love to combine my love of sports with my love of marketing and my love of philanthropy to market charitable sporting events.   In fact, as this summer began, I told myself that if I couldn’t find a worthwhile internship I would split my summer time between starting a new business and organizing a charity road race in Logan.  I found an internship, but the desire to do something like that remains.

So the dream as it stands right now is to keep working my tail off to improve my skills and gain experience, all the while remembering where I want to be and make sure my choices in experience and work are taking me closer to that goal.

I am tired of websites that shout at me and I am tired of hype.  I am tired of headlines full of words like: instant, secret, laser, exposed, killer, and explosive.

I miss simplicity.  I miss clarity and honesty.  I miss being able to trust a website.

Stop shouting…talk to me.

I went to a concern a few nights ago…Nada Surf was the main band.  The opener, Tim Fite was a dude in blue, cut-off overall singing some of the weirdest stuff I’d ever heard.  It was a cross between Salad Fingers and Weird Al.  Crazy at is sounds, I liked it…really.  The dude was so crazy eccentric that it was fun, I have no idea why.

So, sometimes I create a website or product or whatever that is logically perfect and smart…and it turns out average.  Sometimes I see a product or website that makes me scratch my head and wonder why moron spent 10 minutes on this one…and then notice that is in the top 20,000 in Alexa’s rankings and kicks the trash out of all my sites.

So why do they work?  I dunno…I honestly don’t.

Another lunchtime post for y’alls.  A quick list of random numbers from the last little bit of my life:

0 – number of days I drove my car last work week
1 – number of months left till I move back to Logan
3 – number of times in the last week I have been mistaken for a mormon missionary
15 – number of bologna sandwhiches i have eaten in the last week
26 – miles I rode my bike on Saturday
31 – number of days left till I move back to Logan
59 – number of cents required to purchase pistachio pudding
189 – cost of my trip to Las Vegas in a few weeks
744 – number of hours left till I move back to Logan
1,194 – errors in my registry or bits of adware on my computer found during a system cleanup on my old laptop