What? What's that you say? There's a new episode of 0sil8? Nah….there can't be, there hasn't been a new one in ages, like maybe almost a year even. I don't believe it. Oh. Wait a sec…lookee here, it's true!

Fog, fog, go away, come again some other day!

This morning a homeless person tried to charge me a toll to enter my office building. He stood above me on the stairs and stretched out his arms, not intending to let me pass until he'd extracted some change. He mumbled something about, "It's America," I guess the logic being in America one can erect arbitrary toll/panhandling stations wherever one chooses? Luckily I'd run into someone else who works in the building while parking my car, so we were walking in together. He just looked the man in the eye and walked right passed him, and I followed closely behind.

That sort of thing really bothers me, but perhaps not for the reason it should. I didn't feel much pity for the homeless man, I'm rather immune to that sort of thing these days, there are just so many homeless in the neighborhood where I work. No, what bothered me was how scared I felt. And how happy I was that I was walking in with Michael. What if I'd been alone? How would I have responded, confronted with a large man towering above me on the stairs, demanding money? For the next few days, I'm sure I'm going to be nervous as I approach the entrance to our building. I hate feeling unsafe at work.

Oops, looks like I forgot to post a sugar packet yesterday, which means that Hawaiian Sugar Packet Week will extend until Saturday. Yes, the fun continues here at megnut. So you know that I rarely write about news, and often I avoid commenting on things that other people are writing about on their sites, but I was thinking this morning, is that fair? Is that fair to you, my dear reader? I mean, perhaps you're wondering, "what does megnut think about the Russian sailors?" Today I present megnut's thoughts on current events (feel free to stop reading right now, I won't be offended):

Russian sailors trapped in sub: Oh God, I can't imagine a more horrible way to die, and I do hope they can be saved, but I fear it's too late.

Presidential election: Ick. There's a reason I rarely write about politics. Bush scares me to death. Gore bores me to death.

Experts' predictions that Concorde will never fly again: I hope this isn't true, I've always wanted to fly on the Concorde, it seems like the closest I'll ever get to flying in space (unless they pick me for that Mars mission, come on Mars mission!! <crosses fingers>).

Dave Eggers interview "everyone" is talking about: Food for thought. I'm still digesting.

Ok, enough of that silliness. See, aren't you better off when I don't share my thoughts on current events? I thought so.

Ever wonder what things are like (or were like) at Pyra HQ? Three QuickTime movies show Behind-the-Scenes at Pyra. Back in March, Beto was in town for FlashForward so he stopped by for some lunch, and he brought his camera along. I'd forgotten that he'd documented some stuff while he was here, now he's put it online. For those of you that don't speak Spanish, here's a rough translation of what he's written to accompany the three short films (to view each, click on the box with the arrow and QuickTime image):

Primer Encuentro (First Encounter): "The first thing I did with the Pyra folks was accompany them to lunch at Pier 40, a restaurant near their offices. From left to right, pb, Ev, Meg, Ev's hand."

Ingreso al cuartel general (Return to HQ): "Next, I decided to film the return to the labyrinth, which until a few short weeks ago, housed all Pyra's equipment (this was before Derek Powazek and Matt Haughey joined the company). And there, the famous brick walls."

Una nueva casa para los bitacoreros (A new home for the webloggers): "Coincidentally, this same day, the new Blogger IBM NetInfinity server arrived. The moment the server was inaugurated, and the reaction of those present, has been captured for posterity."

I think the third one is my favorite because he films Ev's desk, and zooms in on the boxes that were running everything at the point in time. It's a neat slice of start-up life. Of course, the second one is cool too, walking through the maze that is our office…they're all so good!

I'm really glad that Beto filmed this stuff. At the time, it seemed silly. In retrospect, it's wonderful to have this documented. It's hard to believe how much things have changed since that sunny afternoon in March: we're twice as big now, our servers are all collocated, we've received funding. It feels more like a "real" company these days, which is good. I can't imagine being where we are today without the help of Matt Haughey, Jack, and Derek. But seeing something in those films sparked a twinge of nostalgia in me, reminded me of the "old" days, when we'd stay at work so late that we'd turn all giggly, when Blogger ran on my and Ev's desktops, when implementing a new feature consisted of someone saying, "hey, it should do this!" then telling others not to open the file, bam, and it was done.

As companies, even small ones grow, an amazing amount of structure and procedure becomes required. A team of three or four is a different beast than even a team of seven. Features are now projects, and not everyone works on everything anymore. And I've felt the growing pains, and still feel them. It's hard to remove oneself from areas where one's no longer needed, to adjust to new team members and different working styles. But we wouldn't be where we are today, on the verge of something great, without the growth, and I am beholden to every person on our team for all their contributions which have gotten us to this point. But part of me wonders if, somewhere along the way, some of the fun has been lost.

Finally after months and months of delay and worry, I've got my old megnut content into Blogger and on this site. Taking a look at it now, I wonder what the hell I was so concerned about. There's not a lot of it, and frankly, it's not that interesting. I've been wondering if I've changed my tone as time has passed, or if I've changed what I write about. My conclusion? Not really, megnut's always been full of gripes and "observations," since about day one. I just seem to write longer ones now. And I seem to write longer posts in general. Anyway, knock yourself out, it's all there beneath the archive heading on your right. Now I can get to work on gettting even older content back on line…no no no, I'm kidding, I wouldn't subject you to that.

More Hawaiian sugar packets, this is "Hawaiian Sugar Packet Week" at megnut. I like having themes, perhaps I'll do more of them. Dan says that sugar packets, back in the day when sugar was produced by local companies, used to have locally-related designs upon them. Sometimes even specific to a restaurant. That sounds familiar to me so maybe when I was younger that's the way it was? Do you have cool sugar packets where you live? If so, send me some. I'd like to start a sugar packet gallery, so include a description of where yours is from. I'll kick it off with the ones I've collected from Hawaii. Coming soon!

Aloha from San Francisco, or I guess I should just revert to the old, "Hello!" I'm back. I'm not as rested as I thought I'd be and I'm not as tan as I thought I'd be, but I had an amazing time nonetheless. One of the (numerous) cool things about Kaua'i is that almost all of the sugar packets had funny Hawaiian-themed pictures on them. I collected several, but I thought you'd enjoy this guy shredding a monster wave the most. Other touristy places should have locale-themed pictures on sugar packets, Boston could have the Constitution and Old North Church, SF could do one with the Golden Gate bridge, etc. etc. Then as I traveled the world, I could collect sugar packets in every city.

Once we get all the pictures (there aren't a lot, I'm a lazy photographer) scanned in, I'll post them. In the meantime, let me tell you that the highlight of the trip (as Jason already mentioned, bastard! Stealing my thunder!) was swimming with Hawaiian sea turtles. This turtle was HUGE, as big as me, though it's hard to tell from the photo (hmmm…wait a sec, this might be one of the smaller turtles…well, it's still totally cool). At one point, there were five turtles hanging out at the reef with us. It was amazing. I want to go again and again! The low light of the trip was getting a flat tire, but it worked out ok, because our new car had a CD player. Woo hoo, so we spent the rest of the week cruising in style with tunes. There's more to tell about the vacation, but I'll save that narrative to garnish the pictures.

Thanks to mom for an excellent job with Momnut. For those of you who are interested in reading more, she's in the process of getting her own site up, and I'll share the link when it's ready to go.

Finding blackberries in one's backyard makes coming home seem not so bad.

Thinking about Meg's return from Hawaii tonight, a camp song from Aloha popped into my head as the perfect greeting for Megnut and parting for Momnut. With its Hawaiian theme, the song goes like this…aloha means hello to you, aloha means goodbye, it means until we meet again beneath the tropic sky. It carries me right back to glorious summers as a camp counselor in Vermont, summers so great that as soon as Meg was old enough, she followed as a camper and then counselor too. So aloha Meg and welcome back. Many thanks for letting me share your blog, and now it's aloha from Momnut.