March 2002 Archives

Little triumphs


Parenting is a set of small triumphs,each one builind upon the last.

Last night, Elise said "da da da" in my presence. What a treat that was. She would say it and then laugh, I would imitate her and she would shout "da da da" again, laughing the whole time. I can't begin to explain how delightful that is.

Earlier in the evening, while coming home I had seen some geese in a farmers field. Matthew likes geese, and had been sad that they went away for the winter. Even though it was technically bed time, I took him out to see them. He was so happy he exclaimed, "Seeing the geese, it's like a present to me." That was such an articulate way to express gratitude, I was taken aback. I hadn't primed his vocabulary pump to say those words. I can't think of anything I or Jeannie has ever said that he was imitating at that moment. What a treat to hear himi put words together in such a polite way.

The internet


The internet is by far the greatest technological leap in my life time.

It literally changes everything, for some definitions of "changes everything."

My biggest goal in life at the moment is to author some sort of email that becomes a thought virus, meme, that makes the rounds and eventually gets forwarded back to me. I can only hope to do that someday.

My favorite spurious email message of all time is the faked Kurt Vonnegut speech.


Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blind side you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Coupons


It was double coupon day at Rainbow food here in town. I took the bait, and Jeannie clipped a few coupons from the Sunday paper. Although I saved almost $50, I'm ready to go back to simon delivers. What a miserable experience the grocery store is, expecially late at night.

Foggy morning


Got up early for a con call with co-workers in India.

They stayed until 9:00 at night to hear me complain about getting on the phone at 8:30 A.M. here. Got quite a few things ironed out including some good implementation ideas. I completed the needed code in time for COB, even though I scoped it out at greater than one day's work.

Jeannie and I have been looking at ways to make the basement more usable. The main design goal seems to make it like the basement in "That 70's show", only child proofed. We'll see how far we get. I think the principle is sound.

Beautiful day ...


Today is really spectacular. It is 28 degrees, very mild and sunny. If we had this weather after every snowfall I would be ecstatic. This morning was a whirlwind of activity with snowblowing making a pot of chili, taking out the garbage, getting the dry cleaning together. I don't remember having so much to do before we had kids.

Can't believe the snow now


It's late ( 11:53 P.M. ) now. I have just gotten back from shopping, and let me tell you about the weather. It's a classic snowstorm -- almost blizzard. It seems like 8"-10" on the ground already, and boy howdy is it blustery and windy.

It seems like when I moved to Minnesota this happened several times each winter. For the last couple of years we've been cheated and haven't had this kind of snow. Hardly makes buying a snowmobile worth while. On the good news front my snowblower I bought on ebay.com seems to be running like a champ.

Read an article today in some outdoor adventure mag, about a herptologist working in the jungle. Some very bad snake bites him and he shrugs it off. He explains to his fellow scientists that he'll slip into a coma and be unable to breathe by himself. But in 48 hours his body will have rid itself of the toxins. Well unfortunately they were in pretty deep so his fellow had to perform mouth to mouth for more than 24 hours and CPR for more than three hours. Unfortunately, he did not live. Note to self, if deadly snake bites finger, consider cutting finger off quickly.

Today is another day


We didn't get the promised snow last night, at least not from where I sit.

I did however continue to get spam in my in-box. I just want to know what kind of return the marketeers get from their spam. I mean who decides to buy stuff from spammers. I just need to get my procmail recipe up to speed I guess.

It's nice to get up each morning since Sept. 11, and find that nothing has exploded. I think about that every morning as I listen to the news on the radio.

Gene Hartfields 90th Birthday


ggma.pdf (15k file)

I wrote this letter to my wife's grandmother on the occasion of her 90th birthday. I have redacted name, address and phone number for privacy reasons.

Big Ball of Mud


The more I work in software development, the more I am amazed that anything works. I have recently been reading up on the notion of patterns in software development. I came across a great paper on the web call the Big Ball of Mud. This paper is unique in that it seems more like real life, but offer some hope.

From the Abstract

This paper examines this most frequently deployed of software architectures: the BIG BALL OF MUD. A BIG BALL OF MUD is a casually, even haphazardly, structured system. Its organization, if one can call it that, is dictated more by expediency than design. Yet, its enduring popularity cannot merely be indicative of a general disregard for architecture.

I still can't help but wonder why the most successful software companies are not always the ones associated with ease of use, security, or quality. In fact with two of the largest, Oracle and Microsoft sometime their appears to be an inverse relationship with the success of the company and it's ability to meet software engineering requirements.

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