It's been a long time since I painted. I may have forgotten how. Were I to try today, I'd grab the brush by the bristles or hair and, dipping the handle first into the canvas, try to paint pictures onto the palette. I'd try to blend after the paint dried. I'd paint the foreground and then the background. I'd balance my easel on the point, feet wobbling toward the sky. I'd name my picture after you.
Lately I've been experimenting with applying the philosophies and techniques of abstract artists and cubists to the tasks project management and computer programming. My work is being met with mixed reviews. My last Work Breakdown Structure was bold and innovative, but people wondered why its nose was upside down on its forehead. My database replies to all queries with other queries. My user interface faces inward, showing its back to the world. "I wanted people to really get behind the program," I answered in my defense, glancing around at blank stares. I think maybe I'm ahead of my time.
It's been a long time since I mowed the grass. I think my blade might be dull. I wonder how my Gnome is doing.
Hello, friends. Tell me something about you.
Love.
