I survived Christmas
I hope I'll someday learn how to handle Christmas and all that family stuff well.
The perfect Christmas goes something like this: arrive late on the 23rd or early on the 24th (in Denmark the big event is on the eve of the 24th), do all the christmas stuff with all the eating, Christmas tree, presents etc., rest and eat (again) on the 25th, travel home on the 26th. Luckily traditional Christmas food is uninteresting, so it's easy to avoid overating for me.
This year we arrived on the 22nd already, and I'm going home today. That's 2 days too much, spent being bored, annoyed and with a feeling of wasting my time. It's not that I don't like my family, it's just that there's a cultural chasm between me and the rest of my family as I'm the tech geek and my family is mostly social educators, teachers and nurses.
Whenever I'm home I am inevitably asked to fix some sort of problem with a computer running Windows, and I try, but I'm neither interested in nor very good at Windows-stuff, and I still don't know how I can explain that UNIX is the good stuff that I care for and know a lot about and that the operating systems coming out of Redmond are completely different beasts that I happily ignore as much as I can. And yet I'm still way better than the average Windows user—at least in my family—at troubleshooting Windows.
But now I'm safe on the train home, writing this and listening to The Orb's Adventures Beyond the Ultraworld while looking out at a snow covered landscape — soon I'll get back to working my way through Agile Web Development with Rails. Mmmmm… so relaxing.