And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor- And this, and so much more?- It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: "That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all."
-- T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I work at EQL Data Inc., which I co-founded, putting in my 50% sweat and blood. I spend all day working, and when I stop, the first thought on my mind isn't "Hey I'm going to write an LJ entry," so don't expect updates often.
That said, EQL Data finally syndicates my writings here, so I might end up talking more about some of the cool and gruesome things I do.