I was up home yesterday talking to Klinutus about various things, mainly how much we are both in love with Jill, but also about bicycles and kayaks and canoes and outdoorsiness in general, and how the odds of landing a worthwhile IT gig in the middle of nowhere upstate Pennsylvania farmland are pretty slim.
If I could find such a gig, I would have easy access to some of the finest hot dogs in the world. I don’t care where you live, it’s worth the trip to Byerly’s for fiesta dogs. Half pound hot dogs with cheese and jalepeno peppers inside, made from scratch, on premises, with no bullshit or exotic chemistry to worry about.
The middle-way is something I’ve tried before; living in my homeland and making the 90 minute (each way, by car) commute to Harrisburg. The last time I tried this, I quite nearly lost my mind, but that was in the days before Podcasts. So, while it might not destroy my brain, I would lose all my environmental street cred.
Maybe future research will provide a nuclear-powered stokemonkey to resolve this dilemma.
In the meanwhile, if any of you know of an organization in the greater Williamsport area who is in need of an exceptionally geeky systems administrator, by all means, please let me know.