catholic jargon peeves

July 12, 2005

I meant to write this yesterday, and to write something more interesting today. Maybe I’ll catch up tomorrow.

billing bling

July 8, 2005  🐫 🧑🏽‍💻

I’m setting up a little cross-program data validation. Program A does a little validation of some data which it will pass to Program B, which wants to be very strict. Since I don’t really care about the data, even once it’s in Program B, I’m trying to make Program B relax a little bit.

my special purpose

July 7, 2005

This entry has nothing to do with the fact that the button on my boxers is too small for the buttonhole and should be replaced.

depressing overheard conversations, part 912

July 5, 2005

Tonight, at the fireworks, a kid sat next to me on the wall by Town Hall. He was about nine, and his mother was with him. Shortly before the fireworks began, he asked, “Why do we celebrate the fourth of July?”

first few yapc days

June 28, 2005  🐫

On Saturday Gloria, Phil, Walt, Geoff, and I met up at Waffle House around eight o’clock and had some breakfast. Afterward, the men headed up toward Canada, and Gloria headed back to keep the home fires burning.

untitled haiku 7

June 25, 2005

yellow bulldozer
hides behind the toolshed
like a smiling child

summer cleaning

June 24, 2005

My office has been a big mess, especially since all my things from my IQE office invaded it. I kept meaning to clean it, and finally I put it on my To Do list. I put it off for a few days, but the shame of writing the same thing over and over on my daily list finally caught up with me and I started cleaning up. So far, in cleaning out some Really Old boxes from the shelf in the office closet, I have found the following things:

poetic meter and poetic form

June 23, 2005

TorgoX has a great RSS feed for Arts and Letters Daily. Not too long ago, they posted an interesting article on the fate of formalism in English poetry. So many current poets are rushing into free verse without learning the received forms that they never master the techniques that formalism tries to perfect.

it was a rough day

June 18, 2005

This morning, my bus broke down on the way to work, and I was over an hour late. While there, I found out that some of my code, which had passed all its tests, was not working properly. It turned out that in some code that said “print if testing, otherwise send mail,” the thing I was printing or sending differed, because I had two variables with too-similar names. My fries, at lunch, were insufficiently salted. On the way out of the office, I realized that I lost my bus tickets – in other words, about $30. I’m pretty sure they fell out of my pocket at lunch.