I worked from home today.
For lunch, I decided to get daring with my one leftover grilled fish fillet from yesterday’s lunch and made a fish taco with it. It was surprisingly better than I’d anticipated it would be. Yay!
Ric Weiland, left, and Bill Gates at the Microsoft table during the 1976 National Computer Conference in New York City. Click here to read the entire story in the Seattle Times. |
He was a hero, a gay hero. Weiland has left $65 million to the Pride Foundation in Seattle and 10 nonprofit organizations, believed to be the largest estate gift ever given to the gay and lesbian community in the U.S. Weiland, one of the first five Microsoft employees, committed suicide in 2006 at age 53. Weiland was hardly a typical Microsoft millionaire. He shunned the spotlight, refusing to be singled out on donor-recognition lists. Friends say he wrestled with the burden of wealth that came almost by accident, and thought deeply about how to give his life meaning. In 1988, Weiland retired a rich man at the age of 35. Weiland was extremely shy and uncomfortable in the spotlight. But at a GE shareholders meeting in 1999, he stood up in front of 2,000 people and urged the company to add sexual orientation to its nondiscrimination policy, which it did the following year. |
I met Kevin (av8rdude) at the gym for the usual routine— he: weights, me: cardio. On the TV right above me, I got sucked into today’s Oprah show. I know I would watch her show if I had a TV.
Valerie Bertinelli was today’s guest, and they discussed her new “tell-all” book about her divorce, her weight problem, her cocaine problem, and—the hook that caused me to do an extra 15 minutes on the elliptical machine waiting for them to come back from the commercial break and get to—her Lesbian kiss.
Today’s statistics:
Type |
Duration |
Burned |
---|---|---|
Elliptical |
75 |
1150 |
I did minimal work on the judging of those STC national competition newsletters today, but a little at least.
At 7:30, I lay (yes, that’s the past tense of lie) down on the bed, picked up The Shipping News, read for just long enough to confirm that I absolutely hate the style in which it is written, and fell asleep—around 8:00, and as it turned out—for the night.