Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman    

It's a hundred and six miles to Chicago. We've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses.

Elwood Blues    

Donuts. . . Is there anything they can't do?

Homer Simpson    

Between my fist and my Pollyanna Flower
Between fuck you to your face and it's all right
Between war and denial

Alanis Morissette    

November 13, 2003

Death of an Email Address: info@charlieanderson.com. This address now collects more than 150 bogus emails a day; up from maybe 20 a year ago.  Most of them have to do with porn, penis enlargement, African banking scams, and getting Vicodin and Viagra over the Internet. I will take my chances missing out on the great opportunities offered.   If you want to reach me, use

September 27, 2003

I haven't been much of a blogger these past few months.   After 9 hours facing the dual flat panel monitors on my desk at work, hacking around on the Detigo product, I find the prospect of spending time on the home computer not all that enticing.

Here's the news, random and otherwise.

My new nieces, Annika and Lily, are home from the hospital.  Their parents, Ronda and Jesper Lundbaek of San Anselmo, CA, are glad about it.  Pictures to follow.

Robbin is serving on a jury--she says it might last weeks. 

Detigo is close to shipping a 1.0 product.  Pretty cool stuff.  We're now an actual corporation with a logo, bank account, yada yada.

No flying to speak of.

My friend Bill Brain passed away.  Actually, four years ago, in Amarillo, TX.  But for me, it's news--be careful searching on Google, I suppose, because you just might find it.   He was a mentor and good friend and would rate a chapter in my autobiography if I were to ever write one.  Rest in peace, William.  You've earned it.

On a happier note, football is back!  And I have a cool new TV to watch it on--the 61" Samsung DLP.  Amazing picture, especially when fed a high-definition signal from the satellite dish.  I got tired of waiting for the cable company to offer HD channels and put a DirecTV dish on the roof.  One 18x20 inch dish picks up signals from three separate satellites.  I was afraid it wouldn't clear the trees, but no problem.

Alex, Scott, Arthur and I are in a fantasy league on Yahoo.  Great fun.  I should have gotten into this sooner.

I've lost 20 pounds in the last year or so.  Down to about 180.  Now to keep it there.

June 26, 2003

It has been graduation season.  Alex's kid Lance got his diploma from Deer Park High School.  My little brother Arthur Carroll graduated from Loma Prieta High School right here in Santa Cruz.  He spoke at the graduation ceremony--not a dry eye in our row, I can tell you.  Congratulations to these fine young men.  Now kick some ass in college, guys!

Arthur is a young adult now, and recently I spent two-thirds of a day helping florida drug rehab centers to hook him up with his first car.  We looked at used Hondas and Toyotas, but in our budget, we were seeing cars with 50-100,000 miles on them.   Then Arthur saw an ad for the 2003 Kia Rio: $7,777.   I didn't know you could buy a new car for less than eight grand.  He should be over in the next hour or so behind the wheel of his first car.  Pretty stripped, but not a bad looking little four door.  I once owned a Kia-built Ford Festiva and it proved to be a reliable machine.  I hope this one proves to be the same.  At any rate, it has a 10 year/100,000 mile drive train warranty.

George Cowsar and I have made tremendous strides at Detigo these past few months.  It has been great working hard in harness with my former Houston business partner.  We are a great team.  We both just go in, sit down, and write code all day.  When we have a meeting, it's maybe 10 minutes at the white board and we are pretty well synced up on what needs doing next.  We hope to pitch our system to some VCs in the next 30 days.  Wish us luck. 

May 25, 2003

Today on the way home from a quick Sunday morning work session at the Los Gatos office I decided to stop at the World's Slowest Carwash, which as everyone knows is on Scotts Valley Drive in Scotts Valley, California.  After first eating lunch and then reading most of an old issue of Car and Driver, I still had time to kill.  So I organized my wallet, throwing out rumpled old receipts and business cards taken only out of politeness.  As I was sorting my bills, I came across a crumpled single stamped front and back with a blurry message:

TRACK THIS BILL

WWW.WHERESGEORGE.COM

Just now I went to the site and discovered that my particular dollar bill, serial number F161