I’m going to be spending my July 23-24 weekend at Reed College attending (and hopefully participating in) the Portland Code Camp. The manifesto speaks to me:
“Code Camps are (1) by and for the developer community; (2) always free; (3) community developed material; (4) no fluff — only code; (5) community ownership; and (6) never occur during working hours.”
I can’t believe nobody* blogged about this today! Isn’t this the beginning of most sci-fi horror movies?!? By the end of the movie, all of the scientists die and only one good-looking male/female pair are left, having barely averted the Apocalypse (no one every expects the Apocalypse…). Since I identify with the scientists and barely know anyone good looking enough to survive, I’m not so sure reincarnating dogs into zombies is such a good idea…
*by “nobody” I mean “nobody” I read, of course — I sure it was all the news amongst the “dear diary” set : )
You have to stand on one foot, wait for 48 hours and wave a dead chicken over your monitor, but assuming you have the foot and the dead chicken, it don't cost nothin' to download the latest beta of Monad. Enjoy.
Following Rory’s example, my worst job was where I spent two weeks with a friend working for his dad where the best of our two duties was to mow the doll factory’s lawn (we used to fight over who’s turn it was). The worst of the two duties was to sort leather remnants from the manufacture of furniture and car upholstery by color and texture into giant boxes, from which the underpaid immigrant women would construct dolls.
Talk about mind numbing… It drove home just how important it was to have a college degree.
I quit after two weeks because the amount of money I got for labor of that kind was nowhere near the degree of pain and suffering I endured, especially when I could just hang out at home for the summer. My friend, however, didn’t get that choice. Poor bastard…
accounting is to mathematics as engineering is to computer science.
I’m an accountant sitting in a meeting run by mathematicians. Unless I can use the math to do my double-entry book-keeping, I just don’t care. A mathematician cares only for the power of ideas and never needs to see the numbers.
As an accountant, I’ve read papers written by mathematicians and applied their ideas sparingly, but I’ve never seen a quorum of them discuss things before.
Dear Diary, this is how I spent my Father’s Day weekend:
Friday, 7:30am, dropped my family off at the airport so that they could visit relatives in MN
Saturday, 1am, sent around the check-in notice for my day job and went to bed
Saturday, 11am, woke up in book avoidance mode
Saturday, 3pm, started porting styles chapter to Avalon b1
Sunday, 4:30am, heard birds chirping, thought it would be a good idea to go to bed, still not done porting styles chapter and my butt hurts from sitting, plan to bring in a butt pillow tomorrow
Sunday, 9:30am, woke up, called my Dad to wish him a happy father’s day, called my kids to hear them do the same for me
Sunday, 10:30am, back at it porting styles chapter (butt pillow in place)
Sunday, 1:30pm, finished porting styles chapter, started applying reviewer feedback
Sunday, 3:30pm, shipped out 2nd draft of styles chapter for 48-hour quick-turn review, started reading data binding chapter reviews
Sunday, 10:30pm, went to bed with data binding chapter only 1/3rd finalized
Monday, 5:30am, got up to make the trip to Redmond, didn’t finalize both chapters as per this weekend’s plan, but I’m so happy to not be applying reviewer feedback right now that I have a hard time caring
Monday, 1:33pm, composed this silly entry and working happily at my day job where reviewer feedback is not currently a part of my life
