Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
You only get one trip through this mortal coil, right? This
question feels super-heavy right now. Kinda feels like it's
harshing my mellow.
On a day to day basis, I get up, get out of bed and go to work.
After I get there (often with a pause at some fancypants espresso
bar), I lead an engineering team developing molecular diagnostic
devices. When I'm super lucky, I get to do some engineering myself,
but most of my time is spent making sure groups in the company
communicate with each other, that we anticipate and deal with
roadblocks before they block the road, and that I gently nudge the
younger engineers and scientists in the direction of Correct
Answers To Difficult Problems while providing them Vast Resources
To Do Their Work.
Also, apparently, I write run-on sentences.
For fun I do strange exercises at the gym involving "METCON" and
"Russian Poods," ride my bicycle (which, at last count, collected 5
different types of data to characterize its/my performance. As they
say, you can take the engineer out of the lab, but you can't take
the lab out of the engineer) generally uphill, climb fake (and real
rocks), snowboard, travel, kibitz, debate, help old ladies with
doors, grow tomatoes, fantasize about building redwood decks,
saunas, and hot tubs, and try to kid around with everyone I
To quote Santayana, I'm looking for a "reason for reason" (or maybe
that's Santana). Whoever said it, just living life for climbing
corporate ladders, travelling to exotic places, and acquiring
experiences is getting old in my middle age. I'm seeking bonds with
people, community, and connection in moments that feel like, well,
a shirt made with heavy, well-loved cotton cloth. Old mid-80's
Brooks Brothers. Not the flimsy cheap crap you get these days at
Old Navy. (Updated: go to the flagship Banana Republic off Union
Square. Go inside, to the Taylor Stitch kiosk where they let you
order custom shirts. Feel up the japanese sailcloth. Get fresh with
it. Touch it, touch it.)
Update: I helped sell that company, bought a condo in Oakland with
a roof deck that is totally the apple of my eye, realized I didn't
want to work for the acquiring company -- since it required moving
to Texas, quit, hung out, worked for the Obama campaign, did a few
long bike rides including one to Monterey, took up triathlon-ing,
found a house in Tahoe to share with some folks for the winter, and
am now living the good life in the bay area while looking for the