A Simple Way To Go Faster Than Light That Does Not Work

Accomplished a lot today, even though no outward progress was made. I'm sleepy, but if I don't write all this down now I'll regret it later. Warning: xtreme nerd kontent follows, until the <hr>.

So, after months of longing, my iBook is finally the programming powerhouse I've always wanted it to be: it has Apache running mod_perl, and the Gnome project's libxml2 and libxslt libraries, along with their respective Perl APIs. I realize as I write this that I still need MySQL on this thing before it's truly a full-on self-contained portable LAMP development machine, but it's now quite capable of letting me perform all the hacking I'll need to finish The Book locally, wherever I am, and that's a good thing.

mod_perl I was just too timid to try installing before this week, but after Andy forwarded me a mailing-list message from Randal Schwartz proclaiming that he got it to install after a day of tweaking, I knew it was possible. Unfortunately, I dunno what path Randal was running down; I couldn't get his methods to work, but a Google search let me to an Apple page about Mac OS X and Perl which assured me that, once I had installed mod_perl in the usual Perlish installation way, I had to simply tell my httpd.conf file to dynamically load the library on startup, and it would just work. And it was right!

Well, except for the fact that the current Apple-shipped Apache server is broken as configured and gives you scary startup errors, but the fix for that was also easy to locate. See, Google is cool.

I installed Mason on it, too, just 'cuz, and it appears to run flawlessly. Happy, happy.

On the libxml end, my membership on the perl-xml mailing list netted me this post from Paul McCann, which does an excellent (if somewhat roundabout) job describing the necessary acrobatics needed to get these sweet libraries on OS X. I let myself get held up by a typo within the instructions that I should have caught, though: "-without-iconv" should have been "--without-iconv", and so everything took a few extra compiles-through before it all came out right. The important thing is that this iBook now has the XML::LibXSLT Perl module on it, which is just awesome. Yep yep yep.

Anyway, I look forward to many near-future hours sitting in the cafe and hackhackhacking.

However, thanks to Charles' mightiness, this house has not just a working firewall again, but wireless! I've been lounging on the papasan chair downstairs all day, in fact, iBook in lap. Niiiiice.

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What is the protocol for dealing with a friend that you're used to inviting to random movies and such, but who has started to date somebody? Are you supposed to Cc: all future invites to the foofriend as well? You scoff, but I don't think this has ever happened before with a local friend. Yes, I am so removed from the dating scene (whatever that means) that I find myself comically at a loss. Eh! I'll just ask. (In effect, I just did, but I'll do it anyway.)

(What do you think of the word "foofriend"? "Significant Other" is a nice phrase for its gender-neutrality (as with "mate", but that one always seems more awkward to me) but it carries a bunch of implications that "boyfriend" or "girlfriend" don't. But, when speaking in the abstract, I hate saying "boyfriend or girlfriend" as much as I do "he or she". So I take a page from the gang at rec.games.nethack with their strategies of dealing with "foocubi", those naughty demons.)

(Now of course I'm thinking ahead to this word catching on, so that people unfamiliar with the hackish etymology of "foo" will use the word and perhaps infer that it means "a friend with whom one engages in foo", and thus grant that venerable syllable yet another geek-culture definition. Hey, it could happen.)

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.

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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.

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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. ???