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I spent the morning finishing up this little contract job, creating a Minti tag for Johnny's Selected Seeds. Minti is the system I helped create back at MINT for building Apache/MySQL/Perl-based dynamic websites, and JSS is one of the many companies that absorbed pieces of MINT's human resources.

It sure took me back to work with all my old, kooky method names again, and see that Minti is still broken (or, rather, very easy to break) in the same ways it was when I last worked with it, a year and a half ago, despite the fact that Arcus has continued to develop it over this time. I got to talk to Alisa, our old webmaster, again after I accidentally blew away her test site's config by forgetting about one of the many chicken-waving ceremonies one must perform when updating some server information. So that was nice.

Now I am grappling with SourceForge's kooky UI again, as I attempt to update one of my bits of software there, a shopping cart Perl module that I wrote at MINT in 2000, and to which Andy has made a few bugfixes since I left. Once I figured out what he did, I declared it the new version. It's still almost completely undocumented, but after functioning for about two years in a production envrionment, it's stable enough to deserve a link from my homepage or something... yet another thing to throw on the "Stuff that I worked on a lot when I was paid to be interested in them but then I left that job so I don't care that much about them anymore: enjoy!" pile.

Geek geek geek Oh yeah, yesterday I turned my whole personal website, hosted on a PC at Arcus, into a CVS module, which I then checked out onto my iBook. In theory, I now have a fully-functional test platform. Pretty good! Maybe I'll actually do something about updating that silly site now.

Smell

Mar. 6th, 2002 08:14 pm
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I'm in the Arcus war room now. Jim and the late-night full-timers are trying to figure out how to go live with dialup by Friday morning. I bet I won't be able to talk anyone into a game of Carcassonne.

What is it with young men in tech support and massive cologne use? Just like MINT, and these aren't MINT kids. Is this unique to Maine?
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Today I finished a draft of a column that I last week successfully pitched to an online publication (where I've appeared before) and asked some former cow orkers for a tech review. Got two responses, one helpful, one less so. Put it aside for now.

Fielded an idea from a couple of more recent ex-orkers regarding an online resource for all kinds of legislative tracking. I noted how it rekindled my ideas about a sort of IMDB for Congress, where bills and laws are like film titles and the congresspeople behind them are like the cast and crew, and everything is hyperlinked and automated. That would be kind of cool.

Picked up another Arcus contract. (Or got tossed one, rather.) It's a 20-hour job due in two weeks, but is most notable in that it requires me to get familiar with some software that I wrote two years ago, including a shopping cart Perl module that I was rather proud of at the time, and have since utterly forgotten about. It has lived on, in my wake. Nutty. Also, hmm. Despite Joe's feelings to the contrary, I still can't find anything like it on CPAN. This I will put on my list of things to revive.

Revive? I today found that O'Reilly.com has a link in their catalog page to P&X, so I really have to at least mention it on my own site. Haven't done this yet, but I did get bit by the desire to play with "corndog", my own weblog software. I got it running on my iBook with a little bit of struggle (more the fault of my not-quite-understanding of one aspect of HTML::Mason). It's ready for me to swoop in and add the glossary components that I've been wanting for many many months. That, sadly, may prove to be the end of my regular LJ postings. I think it will be for the best. We'll see what happens.

It's past 7 but I think I'll change my pants and head over to Denis' anyway.

More Mail

Feb. 28th, 2002 03:02 pm
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Arcus finally sent me a check. It says "Caffeinated Consulting" beneath my name. Eek... I thought I made it clear the letterhead was a gag. Now I will pay for my little prank.

Mumble. Well, if it actually ends up making a difference, I'll go ahead and register a DBA. So: nyeah.

Me, Inc.

Dec. 27th, 2001 11:28 pm
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I finally got around to sending Arcus a bill. For some reason, I waited until the owner sent mail to a list saying that he just spent too much money on toys. Take that! Anyway, bless Mac OS X for having Save to PDF an option in all of its standard print dialogs (by way of the Preview app), cuz god knows that I'd never get around to actually printing this out and mailing it to them.

I made up some bogus letterhead, too.

Yes, that is an iconic coffee mug lodged in an iconic stomach. I stole it from this page. Yes, I told Arcus that it's not a real DBA.

Xmess

Dec. 26th, 2001 02:09 pm
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So how was my Xmas?

I was with mom and dad in their house, along with brothers Peter and Ricky, and Ricky's friend Russell (known affectionately by my parents as "Sewerman"). Sentimental Ricky was near to tears because we nukes (plus Russell) were all together, which doesn't happen very often. (Note: There's a reason for that.) Ricky spent much of the day loudly obsessing over the wording of the Constitution, and how this explained the Civil War. Peter enjoyed a couple of card games with me. He's a big Aquarius fan, and teaching him Mama Mia was pretty fun, actually.

Some fun was had going through the photos on my iBook and telling stories about the people therein. I have given up explaining to Peter that I am not dating every woman who I mention in my stories about my life, so he now thinks I've having all these crazy flings, but this amuses him, so, whatever.

Here I have a little epiphany. To some extent I think everyone in my family feels the same confusion in my stories about my friends. Their concept of friendship is definitely different than mine, as is, perhaps, their whole concept of Proper Interpersonal Relationships. The more I think about it, drawing on my memories of growing up with them, the more I see a belief within my nukes that one is close to one's family, and keeps one's distance from everyone else. Friends can be fun activity partners, but getting too close to them will turn you gay, which means that you have failed as a human or something. No kidding -- my dad used to out-and-out warn me about this, when I was but a wee prog. This assumes that your friends are of the same sex as you, because being friends with someone of opposite gender, but with no intention to eventually marry them, is weird, and probably also a path to sexual inversion. The only way approved ways to bond with people are by a) marrying them or b) creating them, both of which brings them into your family, where it's OK to get as close as you want. Within limits.

Oh, my poor family, when I see them in this light. No wonder they're all broken. All they have is each other, because they don't think they're allowed anyone else. And what does that really give them?

Eh. Maybe I'm just looking for an excuse for my own difficulties in getting close to people when I write this sort of thing. It seems true, anyway.

Back to the gift exchange: Well, to be honest, I wasn't paying much attention. I mean, I usually ignore holidays (and the passage of time in general) but I was extra-special unaware of Xmas this year due to my workload, so I didn't even think about any giving. My parents got me a sweatjacket, which I then gave to Peter, and an electric razor thing with built-in vacuum cleaner, which, eh, I guess I'll eBay or something eventually. I had earlier told my parents that the best gift would be nothing at all, since I have too much stuff as it is, and this explains the lack of new furniture and whatnot. (Over the past year, in fact, they've attempted to gift me with entire patio sets and so on, and it's all I can do to wave my hands at them, no no no, really, you can keep it.)


Random observation: I view electrical outlets as the source of all life (especially since obtaining my iBook), and I plan my stay in any place by their availability.

My parents view electrical outlets as ugly wall defacements best kept hidden behind large, heavy pieces of furniture. Putting them dead-center behind giant sofas and bookcases always wins, for them.


I've spent the last couple of days in study. Been playing with Squeak for OS X, and kicking around MIGS, the modular Internet game system, my own mysterious project.

After deciding that my current strategy would make client-writing too difficult (or, at best, easy but with ugly results), I have yet again reshaped my ideas for how this game system would work, and have started slapping some code together, though so much of it is needed before anything can appear on-screen -- I'm trying to make a game-creation framework, rather than just one game -- that there's still a lot more to write before I can start enjoying any gee-whiz results. This is the most trying time of software creation, I believe, the period between barenaked concept and the first pre-pre-pre-alpha working model. I'm almost scared to put it down for the evening, fearing that the future me, seeing no deliverables, will just give up and not return to it. But: I've been working on this all night and need a break. We'll see what happens.

As a result of my rethinking, I have been learning a lot about SVG. If I stick to my present course, MIGS will rely heavily on this particular technology -- which is pretty cool. It's perfect for a lot of the nutty stuff I'd like to do in MIGS, particularly where it involves bringing together lots of little graphical bits from different sources and mushing them all together into one visual field. This is, more or less, my current plan for how MIGS will build and present game boards and pieces. It should in theory work both for people who just want to grab a client program, connect to a server, and start playing, and for those who wish to design and show off their own electronic signature Icehouse stashes or whatever when playing. In theory. We'll... um, see what happens.


One of the Arcus people, on hearing that I spent much of yesterday hiding out here at the office, said that he spend much of his day hiding in the basement of his father's home with his own two little sons, where they all rolled up D&D 3E characters. They now have an elf wizard and a halfling monk. I said: "Awesome."

Hail

Dec. 25th, 2001 05:13 pm
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I would just like to say that Jim is a god among men.

Yesterday, at Arcus:

prog: (thinking grim thoughts about being trapped at home all day on Xmas with boring/insane family) The whole building will be closed tomorrow, won't it?

Jim: Would you like a key?

Note that I didn't even ask. I am savoring the key now. (This is how I am able to use LJ, after all.) Ahhh, yessss.

Let's see what I can get done this evening.
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Now that I've returned and taken in movie and a chocolate with the locals, I apologize to my Maine friends. Waterville is actually a pleasant place to hang out -- if you have a place there. Today, I did not. The Arcus offices were empty (except for Adam, workin' hard), and as such all my friends there were elsewise engaged over the holiday. I certainly didn't flip out during my recent two-week stint there while waiting for Chez Chestnut to open up, but this time I was there only because the calendar said I should be, and that, it turned out, wasn't a good enough reason to stay any longer than I had to. Out-flippage followed.
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The bad news is, the landlords won't be available until the end of next week, and they insist on meeting me before I can move in.

The good news is, Charles and Carla have offered to let me stay in the guest room until then. Cha's and I spoke today, and they expect my arrival sometime this evening.

Suddenly faced with the prospect of leaving Maine again, I am suprised to find a little internal resistance! But, it's just my usual inertia, backed up by a little nervousness, I suppose. I really do need to get this thing done. And: I'll be living (or at least guesting) in a house with broadband Internet again. Eeee! Now all we'll need is wireless.

I have yet to write about any of my silly Sims adventures here; I picked up that toy two Saturdays ago. I will mention that, as with any other gameworld that grabs me, I start to apply its metaphors into the real world, and so I imagine that living in a house with others will be good for me because it will keep my Social bar a healthy green. That's always the hardest thing to keep up for Sims who live alone.

This is assuming that I don't actually act like my Sims, and start beating up guests every time I catch one hugging a housemate. Twitchy little buggers.




Jim's response to my missing the meeting was "Eh, don' worry about it." Just like I told my worried parents it would be. I would never work for an employer who couldn't recognize an honest mistake.
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I missed an all-hands meeting today due to a series of failures.

  • Once I marked the meeting in my Palm, I immediately wiped it from my brain.

  • Having it not in mind, I figured that spending the Sunday-Monday overnight with friends in Boston wasn't a bad idea.

  • I had, a week or two ago, set the Palm to breedle at me every morning at 8am, in a pathetic imitation of an alarm clock. It never works, and I find myself dismissing the 'Wake up!' reminder note every time I first turn on the Palm for the day, at 11 or so. So when I woke up at 10 today in Medford, three hours south of where I should have been, but still able to barely make lunch, I flipped on my Palm to check the time, and impatiently and blindly dismissed the two alerts awaiting me -- one of which was a meeting reminder.


So I'm waiting for Jim to finish seeing everyone out the door, so I can apologize with no excuses or alibis. This stinks.
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Logged two hours of work today for Arcus, my first two ever as an independent contractor. Picked up plenty of useful advice from veteran contractor (and Arcus bossman) Jim, on when and when not to bill. Figuring out how to navigate the customer's whacked-out labyrinth of existing databases and APIs: bill. Thinking to self about how to solve the problem at hand: bill. Having chosen a particular attack path, figuring out how that is supposed to work, prior to actually applying it to the problem: do not bill.

I've been using a little OS X dock app called AtWork as my clocky tool, though Adam thinks I should learn how to use the time-tracking Emacs mode he heard about. GEEK


Charles says that he has successfully phoned my employment references, and presented this information, at long last, to the super-busy landlord and her husband. (Said employers corroborate this, though I do trust Charles, who, I remind myself, hangs directly off the small but succulent trust network I've built in Boston -- and views me in exactly the same way, with the same network.)

This news came in the nick of time, as, after speaking with my parents about the situation, I had resolved to leap at the other opportunity if the first was still stalled by day's end. And so, the waiting game continues, now through a second weekend.

The mail from friends, gaming groups, and social circles in Boston really makes me pine to be there again, despite the fact that I don't get out much, no matter where I am. :)

Gaming... there is RPG madness due to happen, a critical point in our Nephilim campaign, possibly a Big Fight, when I really should be there. Should I say "foo" and drive down and maybe hope for crash space? Dunno. OTOH, there is no lack of stuff to get done here. Like, oh, I dunno, the book? Mumble


I had better set about fixing my homesite, which is still littered with debris and broken internal links from the move. Between laziness and general disconnection from the rest of the world (something that definitely fuels the former), I haven't so far been bothered with it. Bad, bad. This is not the time to be ambivalent about my face to the world, friend.

tum te tum

Nov. 8th, 2001 09:55 am
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I have been in Waterville a week now. Insert pointed drumming of fingers, just once, here. Near as I can tell, there has been no motion on the Cambridgeport front. I have been tentatively sniffing at other opportunities, just in case. Several phone calls to make today. I wonder how much more line I should let out for Chez Charla... while I really want to live there, my confidence will be seriously eroded if I find out today that we're right where we were two weeks ago. The clock is ticking on the prime immediate backup location, just to make things more interesting.

Interesting, yes, ah yes indeedy.

I'm sorry I am so grumpy. Here, look at pictures of a bunny with a succession of leaves on its head.

Other stuff from a letter to a friend:

I have been kept sane during my stay by hanging out all day at the offices of Arcus Digital. They have a wirless network, and I have a laptop. And they have couches and lots of snacks and soda. (And a tip jar.) Mmmm. It's a pretty good environment, but for that it's in the cultural wasteland of central Maine, and that it's all-male. Then again, there are none of the loutish males that appeared increasingly during MINT's decline, so that's nice, but working in a crossgendered environment is still preferable, to me. Then again again, it's not like I'm actually working here. Or even plan on staying too much longer.

I will, however, be doing some work. This evening Andy talked to me about my first piece of contract work Arcus'd like me to do... an easy task, good teeth-cutting, not just with here but with the whole freelance thing. Naturally, Jim & co is all about telecommuting, so I'm very much not tying myself to this geographic spot by accepting the offer (though I do expect to visit semi-oftenly).

At least undef is back in business, more or less... the machine has a fresh new copy of Debian Linux on it, installed under the supervision of Arcus people, who didn't let me set up any security holes this time, and had me install software to help keep the thing hardened. To which I say: good. I'd say that this will absolutely positively be the last Bad Move this box has had to make, but with three such events in 2001 alone, I really wouldn't trust myself with such statements anymore. Then again, the situation is totally different... it used to be an insecure junkpile running either on my apartment floor or in a company machine room, and now it's a very secure box maintained by paid professionals in a dedicated hosting facility. We'll see what happens.

That letter was writ two days ago. Since then, my domain has become fully world-visible once again, though I've yet to properly crawl through the whole site and see what's broken and fix it all, again. It's worth it. I say to the l33t h4><0rs: Come on in. And burn! Yesh.

The cafe upstairs, Jorgenson's, is for sale. Everyone at Arcus will be very very sad if it turns into something other than a cafe, because, mm boy, good coffee right upstairs, available through the afternoon? Friend, that's half the reason I took the job at O'Reilly last year, with the promise that it'd be moving to Davis Square and its three late-nite coffee shops. (Ed note: I took the job, and it didn't move. And then I got laid off anyway.) According to this news story, the owners are selling all their inventory and equipment along with the space, so that's a hopeful sign.

A photographer came in to shoot John and myself playing Lost Cities at lunch yesterday for that story, but they used a photo of a college student instead. Foo! Doesn't two hairy guys taunting each other over a bizarre-looking card game have far more visual appeal than some waifish bookworm? Bah.


The shower in my parents' house is from the seventh and a half floor. I have to kneel in order to wash my face.

Strange fact: three people in the last three days, two of them friends who are not prone to make such random outbursts, have independently exclaimed how very tall I suddenly seem lately. MaryMary and my Mom offer no hypothoses why this is so. Andy thinks that I used to slouch by default, and have stopped. I am totally unaware of any of this.


I've started writing again, pretending that I'm settled. Ellie has been sketching rough drafts of book covers. First there was a neat cover featuring two Arabian birds, kites, which editor Linda thought was wicked cool, except that they seemed to be about to kill each other. After Linda asked if she could tone it down, Ellie made one with some sort of fru-fru bird, which Linda labeled "milquetoast". Sadly, Ellie snuck me the URL to it, and just seeing a possible book cover with my name on it made me fall in love with the thing. Since I just finished Philip Pullman's "His Dark Materials" trilogy, I emailed the URL to a friend: "Want to see my daemon?"

Ellie has since moved away from birds and now favors monkeys. Green monkeys. Monkeys reflect both the subject matter and the projected sales figures, she notes. ???

Homeless

Nov. 5th, 2001 07:27 pm
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Things are... not going as planned.

In hindsight, they could go a lot worse. Though I have moved many many times before (14 times, in fact, counting from college on) this is the very first time I have moved without parental guidance, and the price of independence is not slight. So, I have learned and done many strange and wonderful things, and have made some critical timing errors. Yes, I should have started a month before I did. No, I shouldn't have held out for a Davis place as long as I did. I know that now, and am wiser for it. I think I did many other things right, not the least of which was rely on the network of friends and acquaintances I have made here in the last year to help me in the search.

But at the moment, it leaves me homeless, crashing with my parents in Waterville, Maine, and waiting for updates on the Cambridgeport front. Charles and I were hoping for a Wednesday night meeting with the landlord, but this fell through: LL wanted a bucket of rental, employment, and financial references before s/he would even look at me, literally. I forwarded what I could to Charles, and drove north.

Mind you, I would have driven north anyway, since I very badly wanted to plug poor old undef into its new home up here at Arcus. Only this afternoon we finally got it settled, and its webserver works again, more or less. Now I have to get the domain updated (a horrible process involving sending faxes to Verisign, waiting, calling them, being told that they never got any faxes, why don't you try this other number, repeat 1d4 times) and meantime jmac.org doesn't exist for the Nth time during 2001, and all my email is bouncing, and I don't have a phone number or postal address either, sorry. Fucking kiddies. Why'd they pick now to do this? Sigh


The party went OK. Nobody blanched at the costume, though I did maybe overblow the in-character shtick a little bit. I blame Cthulhia and her accursed Radio Free Vestibule album for the bad inlfuence. At least one or two people took photos; will post when avialable.

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