I have been awfully busy deriving something that in certain contexts is the greatest thing since sliced bread; some of the best work I've done in years. It reminds me of an episode of "Taxi" in which Jim goes to a party, plays the piano like an master, and says, in amazement, "I must have taken piano lessons."
Seriously, I'd almost forgotten that in my chosen field, I may not be analogous to Eric Clapton playing guitar, but damn, I'm good. I understand something that can make certain radio systems perform a certain way, and there are perhaps 20 or so people in the world who could follow what I'm doing at the moment. It's like climbing Mount Everest, it's like seeing a finished version of the Sistene Chapel for the first time, it's why I do what I do, it's what I do.
Damn, it's good.
At some point, when all legal and professional conditions are satisfied, I'll post about it here.
But I will say this: if you don't have this kind of passion for your work that you hold it like a koan, I wish you did, and I am grateful to you if you've served me, taken my garbage, checked out my groceries, taught my child, or any other such thing that's supported me in this endeavor.
Scott Walker sold Wisconsin out to the highest bidders
18 minutes ago