I spent part of this weekend with some brilliant and accomplished technologists baking the strategy for products and services that have the potential to change the world. I love what I do, and there are moments when I feel guilty that I get paid for this. Yet, because the nature of my job often requires anonymity, and even if you did know for whom I worked, I couldn't delve into the substance of my projects, I can never use this public space to speak concerning that about which I am most passionate.
Turns out I am not alone in this regard. Some of the same folks with whom I was working this weekend were similarly lamenting the conflict presented by working in confidence while publishing. We agreed that it certainly skews the content of our blogs away from covering what is really on our minds most of the day. Yet, at the same time, I refuse to let this space evolve into some kind of diary that chronicles my recent surfing exploits or with whom we had pork chops. For now, thank goodness Bush continues to inspire enough vitriol to keep me typing.