So this is what it’s come to?

On a fresh RVM.

 
$ gem install rails 
Fetching: i18n-0.6.0.gem (100%) 
Fetching: multi_json-1.1.0.gem (100%) 
Fetching: activesupport-3.2.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: builder-3.0.0.gem (100%) 
Fetching: activemodel-3.2.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: rack-1.4.1.gem (100%) 
Fetching: rack-cache-1.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: rack-test-0.6.1.gem (100%) 
Fetching: journey-1.0.3.gem (100%) 
Fetching: hike-1.2.1.gem (100%) 
Fetching: tilt-1.3.3.gem (100%) 
Fetching: sprockets-2.1.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: erubis-2.7.0.gem (100%) 
Fetching: actionpack-3.2.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: arel-3.0.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: tzinfo-0.3.32.gem (100%) 
Fetching: activerecord-3.2.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: activeresource-3.2.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: mime-types-1.18.gem (100%) 
Fetching: polyglot-0.3.3.gem (100%) 
Fetching: treetop-1.4.10.gem (100%) 
Fetching: mail-2.4.4.gem (100%) 
Fetching: actionmailer-3.2.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: thor-0.14.6.gem (100%) 
Fetching: rack-ssl-1.3.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: json-1.6.5.gem (100%) 
Building native extensions. This could take a while... 
Fetching: rdoc-3.12.gem (100%) 
Fetching: railties-3.2.2.gem (100%) 
Fetching: rails-3.2.2.gem (100%) 
Successfully installed ... 

Really? Fuck.

Oh yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve _ever_ had to bootstrap a Rails app. And no. No, don’t fucking start with me.

Trust your friends

My greatest fear is that the people I trust the most are no longer being straight with me.

Sure, I say and do some pretty stupid things and I can be a difficult guy to like. The reality is I’ve got a pretty small circle of friends and I trust them to let me know if I’m doing the wrong thing, being a jerk or just plain getting it wrong…what happens when they don’t?

I’ve got a pretty poor self-checking filter, I’ve never been too sharp at thinking before I speak. I try to get better at it as I get older, but you can’t beat those closest to you to let you know if you’ve been a dick.

Dem blues…

I’m certain people want to know why I play the blues…why does a fat, wealthy guy from the inner north need to play the blues?

Well for starters, I wasn’t always fat — that sure as hell has got to be enough of a cross to bear. I certainly wasn’t always wealthy. And I most definitely didn’t start my life out in the inner north. Each of those reasons are like points on a blues compass.

Fortunately though, I’ve always been a guy.