I received my Masters degree in the mail today. That recycled cardboard tube and its
contents represent two years of work and countless tuition dollars. I guess there’s no avoiding the hunt
for employment anymore. I had an
amazing vacation right after exams and much needed time with the woman I love
but reality (and bills) can’t be ignored.
Time is an interesting component of our relationship since the distance
makes time together even more precious.
I
had a feeling when I started the blog again that the first entry would sit for
an extended period before it moved further down the page. Turns out I was right. For some reason though, the desire to
write hit me. Trying to express
myself through the written word is something I’ve always wanted to be able to
do better. I can never seem to
write the way I think. My mind
puts such emotion behind the words as I think about them but when they actually
hit the page, gravity and depth are lost.
No amount of editing allows me to put that emphasis back into the
words. I suppose my inability to
do that is what makes me an engineer.
There is very little subtlety and differences in meaning in engineering,
the balances must close, there is no way around it.
Even
as I begin to look for jobs suitable for a young chemical engineer I’m still
completely engrossed in the world of technology. The sheer amount of electromagnetic radiation that permeates
this house surprises me sometimes.
If I lost power I can’t even imagine how disconnected I would feel. I do allow myself some of these
feelings because the only way I can communicate with the love of my life
depends on countless fiber, copper, and wireless networks. (The networks in my
house being merely the first step.
Yes I said networks, I’m one of the few individuals that maintain
multiple wireless networks in my house.)
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