January 21st, 2005

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Anonymous guy

Lately there’s been someone posting comments to journal entries of mine in an anonymous fashion. I don’t have a problem with this, per se; the discussion, though, has mostly been about one of my past employers. A couple of the comments earlier on I unscreened but I haven’t unscreened the last couple, because, frankly, they don’t have anything to do with the journal entries they’re attached to.

I have some vague suspicions who this person is—obviously someone who’s been on the stock boards about this company, and someone who’s been showing an insider knowledge of the company. And I don’t mind having the discussion, if that’s what it is. But this isn’t an appropriate venue for it.

So, anonymous guy, if you’re really interested in engaging in a discussion with me, do it in email. I suspect you have—or at least can get—my email address, since you found this journal, and it’s not too difficult to find the former from the latter. This may mean revealing an email address of yours, but just look at it as making the field a little more level.
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The after-con vacation?

Yes, I know it’s highly suspect to talk about going on a vacation in a post immediately following a post lamenting finances. That previous post was, in fact, spurred by my dithering about whether to keep a hotel reservation after I made it.

The hotel reservation isn’t far away—it’s in Berkeley, at the hotel that an all-day photography seminar, the Nikon School, is at on Sunday. (Despite the name, I’m given to understand that it isn’t about Nikon photography, but photography in general.) I already have paid-for tickets to that.

And it’s not as if Berkeley would be too far away to drive to on Sunday morning, I realize. I just feel like a bit of coyote-esque exploration and solitude would do me good. For me, this is a useful thing every few months; after the trip to Portland at the beginning of September, I haven’t gone anywhere else out here alone except for an occasional afternoon trip on the hunt for coffee shops.

“Solitude” may be the wrong word, since it’s not as if I’m going to be off in the wilderness away from the rest of humanity. (Granted, I don’t think I’ll be hanging out in downtown Berkeley this time through.) But it’s something close—a couple days just off bumming around doing whatever comes to mind.

Well, as long as what comes to mind is cheap. I’m not going to trifle with my finances that much.

And, of course, being a geek I’m sure I’ll be online the entire time—the hotel has free internet connections, as so many do these days, and even when I’m out in the field (as I expect to be for much of Saturday), I’ll have the Sidekick.