Hello citizens of ROCKHOST.COM,
Last week I had the chance to roadtrip, server in tow, up to an undisclosed Kansas City datacenter which shall remain unnamed as I got myself into a minor social media conspiracy via a Foursquare check-in. The military like cold war secrecy of technology does exist. I can tell you that much first hand from the tour. Hell, I had to bring a passport just to get in the front door and separate premade key card for full access to the racks. The drama wasn’t exclusive to location, but rather that I identified myself in a picture against a node of mysterious hardware otherwise known as the cloud.
Now what kind’a rock n’ roll outlaw would I be if I didn’t rebel a little? ;^) So naturally, without further ado…
Pretty interesting field trip for a guy who works from home. Thanks to Tom L for the handshake and warm welcome.
\m/,
Seth Christian Cole [Owner Operator] - ROCKHOST.COM
To be a fan, crying in my beer, when everything was in place only hours ago. Every single Kansas basketball title has been won in a leap year, just like this year. Deja vu? In 2008 my wife was expecting a championship baby, just like this year. The Giants beat the Patriots in the Superbowl, just like this year. Self beat Calipari, just like…
We lost. History and tradition don’t play the games, the players do. The dunks rimmed out. The loose balls went the wrong way. There would be no #KUBoobs on Mass Street, no exhilaration, no rock chalk chants, no excessive celebration or shoulder dislocating high fives.
Instead? Consolation, pride, charm even, exuding from THE best coach in the business, our coach, Mr. Bill Self, win or lose.
At age thirty six bliss is a rarity. I’ve seen it all. I’ve done it all. The Nirvanas, the Obamas, are far and few. Not Saturday night though, I got to be a bona fide fan, a true fanatic, on cloud nine.
Thank you Kansas Jayhawks, thank you.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
