Archives for September 2003

How do you depressurize when you’re under the gun? If you’re a deep sea diver, you do it slowly and carefully to avoid the bends. If you are working on a computer, you find a friend that can share your pain, and maybe take your mind off the impending tsunami of bits and bytes that will soon be crashing down on you.

So here’s to the friends. They remind us that it’s all about the journey, and that sometimes you have to take your mind off of work. *clink*

Projects are piling up all around me, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because, well, it’s better than having no work at all. A curse in that if I’m awake, ante a good chance I’m working. And if I’m not working, I probably should be.

In spite of the workload, I found some time to experiment. I’ve added a couple of new items to the right-hand column. Now you can see what DVDs I’ve currently checked out from
Netflix, as well as the songs I’ve recently played using WinAmp. The WinAmp thing needs some work, because it’s not dynamically updating the list (yet). But it will be soon.

Now… time to get back to work.

Nope. I’m not referring the the uncontrollable urge to share the minutae of one’s life, but the frustration that comes from running Moveable Type on a Windows server. It seems like everyone is running on *nix, and getting support when it’s needed is therefore more difficult. Weird to be on the other side of the fence for once.

Frustrating when things don’t go smoothly, but not entirely surprising. This blog runs on a Windows server. Most Moveable Type blogs, judging by the discussions in their support forums, are run on *nix servers. This in itself is not a huge problem, but gets frustrating when the occasional problem occurs and you’re searching for help. All of the “answers” reference *nix solutions; not Windows. Serves me right for running atop M$, eh?

Drive five hours up the coast: check.
Move son into his dorm: check.
Meet his roommate: check.
Embib free booze at hotel happy hour: check.
Devour Wilde Bread at Woodstock Pizza: check.
Crash at hotel after too-long day: check.

Son spent his first night in his new digs, and true to form, we cannot reach him. All the brainpower at Nokia can’t figure out how to make him actually answer the phone. Ah well. Looks like he won’t be joining us for breakfast at the Embassy. Time for me to throw back some hot black coffee and an egg or two.