hm.  as promised, i don't update this thing very often.  at the urging of my brother, who is the only one who reads this thing, i'm adding an entry.

so.  what to say?  um... check out arny's site for xmas pics.  there, you can see what i look like (and dad's foot too, as well as the rest of my nutty fam).

what else.  i've been doing a lot of snowboarding.  i suppose i could upload a pic of that.  if i could find the right $12.99 cd-rom from the right pile of walgreen's photos... oh never mind.  unfortunately i have no pics of my salt lake city trip last week.  i went there ostensibly to present at a client workshop, but the real reason was that i brought my snowboard to Snowbird for a day of pure powder fun.  incredible.  not only is it amazing riding, but it's also only 1/2 hr away from the airport, and the scenery can't be beat.  only annoying thing about Snowbird is the narcissism of the owner.  i mean, does he have to name every other run after himself?

today, unlike most weekdays, i'm in my sweats in my living room, listening to the Forrest Gump soundtrack while tapping on my laptop in the middle of the afternoon.  ah, the joys of working from home.

it's all part and parcel of the consulting world.  the work is feast or famine - mostly feast, a veritable banquet of late-night chart-drawing and conference calls while throwing around phrases like "key takeaway" and "net-net".  occasionally, though, there are famine days - days between projects, or when the project is a bit slow - where work consists of four loads of laundry and getting your oil changed.  but hey, i'm not complaining.  my laundry needed to be laundered and my oil needed to be changed long ago.

my friend works from home every day.  now that, i don't know if i can handle.  first of all, i'd never change out of my sweats, ever.  i'd just go from bed to computer to bed in the same increasingly crusty clothes.  but mostly, i'd miss the human interaction.  like being able to have a good meaty problem-solving discussion with a group of intelligent peers.  or, of course, water-cooler office gossip.  "...he got caught with WHO???  doing WHAT???..."  you just can't get that at home.  no water cooler, for one thing.