Cyndi and I were to be in Oaxaca today to celebrate Los Dias de los Meurtos. We were to arrive just as 4,000 Mexican National Riot Police swept into the city to put down the revolution that has left several dead. Since we our intended participation in the fiesta was short of actually being one of the meurtos ourselves, our prudence kept us home. We wish the revolution well.
My personal revolution continued as I started my new job. Coming from where I was to where I am has taken me a full 180 degrees around that revolutionary circle. I'm finding the commute tolerable except when fearsome natural events tie up traffic for hours. Events like the sunset.
I've gained the expected 15 pounds due to the temptations at Google. I've enjoyed meeting the people and learning about Google and it's great to work in a place where intelligence is high and sense is common and where true teamwork is more valued than group hugs.
As a final step betwixt where I was and I was to be, we were in Sante Fe for thier annual Zozobra fiesta. The cermonial burning of Zozobra and much of the fiesta took place on hilltop across the street from our very nice and quiet suite. It is believed that as Zozobra burns away, all of the past years hardships and disappointments that people have experienced burn away with him. While I can't speak for Cyndi, the time in Santa Fe was liminal for me as I moved from old to new and I was able to discard the old disappointments in favor of new hopes.