tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85776272011-04-21T14:15:41.185-07:00The view from within the depths of a tech department near you. Recognise anyone?the_insiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00786677056041437398noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577627.post-1096846103994355472004-10-03T16:17:00.000-07:002004-10-03T16:28:23.993-07:00There's a man. He looks down on me and sees exactly what he wants to see. He sees a boy that reminds him of himself when he was so innocent, so naïve. A time a long time ago when everything he did was new and exciting. Nothing frightened him and nothing got in his way. He looks in my eyes and the small movements of his arms urge me to come closer. He wants to see deep inside. He stares in my eyes, waiting for a blink that comes all too soon. With that involuntary reaction I know he knows. He knows everything about me, and his dreams are shattered. <br /> <br />He looks down and sees me every day now. I am who I am because of him. I'll be who I will be because of him. Because he was right. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577627-109684610399435547?l=theinsider.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the_insiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00786677056041437398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577627.post-1096844862966223292004-10-03T15:56:00.000-07:002004-10-03T16:07:42.966-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;">A new blog?</span> <br /> <br />I have another blog. A personal blog, about me, my friends, my family, and so on. Now and again I feel the need to put something out there just for the sake of doing so. I don't particularly want anyone to read it. In fact there are some things I actively <span style="font-style: italic;">don't </span>want people to read. That is what this blog is for. It's an <span style="font-style: italic;">insider's</span> view of things. There will be no identifying features here. Nothing that puts a mark on people. Nothing that should link back to me and my real life. I want to be free to say what I want, without the fear that my friends, family, colleagues, boss, whoever, will read this and come after me. I want to write. I want to record things. Simply, I want to blog... <br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Introductions</span> <br /> <br />I'm a white male born in the late 70s. I work in the tech department of a small company. I am brother to two, son of a divorced mother and father. My girlfriend of a year and I are about to move in together. More will probably become apparent as the volume of entries increase. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577627-109684486296622329?l=theinsider.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the_insiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00786677056041437398noreply@blogger.com0