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Virtual Reality. A forbidden fruit in my world where practical matters take priority and I simply don't have time for anything else.
In my never ending quest to fulfill my dream of continuing to eat and live indoors there simply isn't time for immersing myself in virtual reality or those hardware environments so essential to it's implementation.
I have a lot of respect for those hobbyists I know who do indulge ... but they don't have my years in the field nor are they as tired as my old carcass has become.
So when I learned that Oculus has released a set of full open source schematics for their second Rift development kit all I could do is sigh wistfully and continue my business application web work as usual.
There was a time when VR could have been something I could have engaged. However, it hadn't become practical back in the 1980s. So now I'm doing open source database and coldfusion server up the ying yang.
It's a living and that's what I need at this late juncture in both my career and life.
There are a number of individuals calling for men everywhere to denounce Harvey Weinstein in light of those numerous sexual harrassment incidents all over the news.
That cliche microcosm of 'starlet on the couch' which has spawned innumerable tales of getting ahead by giving head, otherwise or what have you have really manifest as reality in the harsh glare of those who have come forward.
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Allegedly, Mr Weinstein was the most powerful person in Hollywood and naturally there is this propensity to "drive the knife home" into as many other individuals as may be referentially indicated even though the President merely spoke while Mr Weinstein acted ...
And then there is the stark absence of all the democrats to whom Mr Weinstein made substantial monetary contributions over the years and yes their silence is deafening.
So all I have to say about it is there is no correlation between Mr Weinstein and myself and I feel no compulsion to condemn him because his actions are his and my actions would have been something totally different.
As for the judgmental feminists voicing this call for vocalization I say talk to the democrats and progressives. They are the ones who gained enrichment by those contributions of Mr Weinstein and bloody don't make his fight my fight because I have no information nor wish to be involved in such antics given the fact that my paycheck has always been provided via efforts in other avenues of existence.
No, I don't condone Mr Weinstein's alleged behavior. No, I don't view those who have brought the matter out as out of place. However, this sphere of existence simply isn't one I have ever occupied and I'm at that point in my life where I could just as soon not be bothered as there is entirely too much drama in my own life otherwise.
It all reminds me of that SNL gag long ago saying "I just want to be loved ... is that so wrong ?" — with the pretext being lust and that stark difference.
I too am a sinner. Just not in the same manner nor quite to this extent. I believe were such enormous resources available to me that I could have found many other suitable avenues to pursue.
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October 1 brings with it the beginning of my personal holiday season commencing with Halloween at the end of the month. Then there are Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years to round it all out into the Winter.
I remember when I began to feel all festive this time of year for the first time. The seed was planted in the first grade in Blackfoot Idaho at Irving School when Mama would bring goodies to the class and made me a ghost costume for Halloween. It seems the rapid fire of the following holidays just made the time more special and that feeling has been reinforced over the years.
My recollections of my biological father were of the notion that he had Christmas in his heart. He always was an active participant in the decorations and various activities of that time. I always supposed he got that from his mother, my Grandma Ida. She always had a stupdendous tree happening in her living room and oh how I miss those times of my childhood.
You really have no concept of aging when you're a little kid preoccupied with all that was going on during the holidays. I revisit those times on occasion while collecting my thoughts at day's end.
So the holiday season is kicking in yet again. This will be my 60th some odd iteration and I tell you it's the same as the first inside my heart.
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