I'm on vacation for a week, sort of to settle myself down and get some stuff done before I give notice, and my last three weeks can be calm and pleasant and I won't yell at anyone. I'm sort of angsting about the next job, trying to decide if I can hack a commute into SF for what is otherwise an excellent opportunity, working with a few people I already know on interesting technical problems that are just about exactly what I would like to be doing for the next phase of my career.

Did I mention I'm moving, too? J.D. has started a job in Boulder, and is bouncing back and forth a bit and will be packing up and moving soon. The plan is to be out of here by November 15th, though if I don't mind spending the money, I can stay here past that if we don't give formal notice. I'd just as soon have the move over and done with before I go to Mexico in December, though.

I'm reading Crooked Cucumber, which I recommend because it's a great biography (and I'm not a biography fan), but the blurb on the back, from author Steven Tipton, says:

Shunryu Suzuki taught by example, extraordinary in its ordinariness, leaving no trace except the transparent wisdom and lucent joy of living in a world with nothing to hold on to and everything to share.