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I think of all my friends, Nat is the most lateral. He's always been manic and easily given to impulse (which was a dangerous thing the mixer in me abused on occasion ;>), but it's heartening to see that his lack of concern for his safety persists in letting him do it.

This paper is killing me. Well, not this paper itself, although it's rather suspect. The thing that is killing me is the inane commentary regarding the paper.

"one, two, many," of course reminded me of Pratchett. Maybe if we freeze them, they'll start doing higher math.

  Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 18:02:13 +0200
  From: Firstname Lastname <blah@example.com>
  To: mozart-users@ps.uni-sb.de
  Subject: new to programming

  Hi

  I am new to programming.
  I want to learn oz. So how do I best begin, I have no programming experience.

  Thanks in advance

  Firstname Lastname

What I want to know, how did someone with no programming experience

1. find the Oz list, and
2. decide that "the Oz language, which supports declarative programming, object-oriented programming, constraint programming, and concurrency as part of a coherent whole," was the first language they should learn?

I bought and read L'Assommoir (The Dram Shop) a few years ago. Let me quote from the back cover.

With its naturalistic description and street argot, L'Assommoir vividly evokes the poverty and squalor beneath the superficial glamour of Parisian life under the Second Empire. But in telling the story of the rise and downfall of the laundress Gervaise Macquart, Zola surmounts his moral and social intentions. For L'Assommoir is, in the words of Robin Buss, a novel that is 'marvellous, warm and human...with a tragic heroine who is among the most touching and credible creations in all the literature of the nineteenth century'.

San Francisco vs Washington, D.C.

From macosxhints

Research has shown that swap files can contain passwords from File Vault, login and Key Chain - nullifying the protection they provide.

Let's take a look...

(09:06) reeses@Miette:vm$ pwd
/private/var/vm
(09:06) reeses@Miette:vm$ ls -l
total 524288
-rw------T  1 root  wheel   67108864  9 Aug 15:24 swapfile0
-rw------T  1 root  wheel   67108864 10 Aug 15:04 swapfile1
-rw------T  1 root  wheel  134217728 13 Aug 08:57 swapfile2
(09:06) reeses@Miette:vm$

So, one would need to have root access to access the data contained within the swapfile? Quel surprise.

It's a royal pain to go to Burning Man from the beast coast, which takes it over the line into not-bloody-worth-it.

Not that this would have kept me from moving, but perhaps in aggregate, all these little reasons would have been sufficient.

• What you ate for breakfast
• What you ate for lunch
• What you ate for dinner
• How you have eaten the same thing for dinner every day this week
• What your cat ate for dinner
• The silly thing your cat did with a laser pointer
• The silly thing your cat did with a box
• How the people at work are dumb, and you are smart
• Software sucks
• Microsoft software sucks
• The book you just read
• The movie you just saw
• The clever thing you thought of that everyone else has known about for years

HTH.

Had a rather odd dream last night which contributed a bit to my not sleeping well. I was walking down a street and saw Warren Buffet selling Minute Maid orange juice at a kid-style stand with kid-style hand-lettered sign. Apparently this was a Buffet -> Berkshire Hathaway -> Coca-Cola -> Minute Maid connection, a sign of my subtlety even in repose, or just a coincidence. I believe I declined to purchase a plastic tumblerful thereof and continued on into a mall, a cross between Georges Pompidou and Union Station in DC.

Oh frabjous day, calloo, callay.

I've been going through the biennial watch deliberation for the past few months, trying to decide on the timepiece that defines me as a person.

My current daily watch is a JLC Master Chronograph. I bought it as a compromise -- I wanted a chronograph that wasn't 15mm thick and didn't weigh very much, but I still wanted a beautifully made watch.

We went down to Richmond, VA, for a family obligation. Dinner Friday night, followed by a day or two in Colonial Williamsburg, which I think would be much better as a backdrop for Good Eats than a reason to walk through the summer heat of southern Virginia.

After a few hours Saturday, Kat made the decision to ditch her family and go back to the hotel for a bit. (Said hotel being yet another reason not to let someone else make travel plans involving me.) About halfway there, Kat said,"Let's go to Busch Gardens!" (My girl speaks in hyperlinks.)