a rivulet

barry burton

the songs will write the words
Working at Fitbit. iOS and Ruby developer. Readable code writer. Coffee freak. Slow food and natural wine dilettante. Snow enthusiast. Sometime cyclist.


Live Painting!

Live Painting!

Tiny Railroads

Tiny Railroads

And if medicine is for profit, and war, and the news, and the penal system, my question is: what’s wrong with firemen? Why don’t they charge? They must be commies. Oh my God! That explains the red trucks!
Bill Maher, in an article entitled New Rule: Not Everything in America Has to Make a Profit.
We don’t want to make the best the enemy of the good.
Barack Obama, adapting Voltaire to explain his position on the recent climate change bill. I think it probably a good viewpoint to take on most any issue of progress.

Very tired. Little sleep since being woken at 1:40 AM by a nefarious male and female duo trying to gain entrance through the front door. Luckily I remembered to lock the door, but that didn’t make the minutes of watching the door knob twist while the door creaked any less nerve wracking. I think it may be time to move…

Once again, to the jerk who ripped off my car stereo: fixing the window you broke will cost $220; yes that is twice as much as the stereo cost when it was new. Brilliant. :(

Dear jerk who broke into my car: that CD player cost $100 in 2002; I’m sure it’s worth all of $20 now. Hope it was worth your while…

At Work

At Work