Asymptomatic

There must be intelligent life down here

Delay, Delay, Delay
September 27, 2007

I’m not sure what’s going on with air travel today. With a bus, you just get on and go. While I realize that the procedure is going to be different with a vehicle that travels in the sky, the typical bottleneck for flights had always been more the baggage screening, not the waiting in the terminal.

I think the girl sitting next to me has one of those open tickets where there has to be a free seat for her to ride. But since they asked for five volunteers to get bumped from this overbooked flight, I think she’s gonna be waiting around a bit longer.

I Want to be an Astronaut
September 23, 2007

When I was little, my brother and I would play in the basement in the dark. The basement was our spaceship. We drew ship controls on paper in markers and crayons and used masking tape to tape them onto work tables in the basement. We’d pretend we were going to far away places, pushing the buttons of our controls to operate our space ship.

I have a memory of receiving my first telescope. We were at my uncle’s house and there was snow on the ground. We set it up in the frigid air and looked at the craters in the surface of the full moon. It was awesome.

Collaborative Coding Technicalities
September 19, 2007

I work on several projects, both for work and for recreation, that require code editing by more than one person at a time. Some projects I’ve created on my own, while others were well established long before I came upon them. There are common threads between them, and I would like to try to point out some things that I’ve learned along the way.

When working collaboratively, a source code control system is mandatory. There is simply no other way in my mind to efficiently collaborate on a project of any size without source code management.

Change of Wardrobe
September 16, 2007

September always has a distinct flavor to it, doesn’t it? The smell of a September morning always reminds me of driving by First Lake with the mist hanging over it on the way to school.

I’ve been having this feeling lately that I should be somewhere, and maybe it’s that weird yearly pull from grade school. I had one of those dreams again last night where you can’t remember your class schedule. I tried to cancel a class, and then re-add it, and during that time they managed to move the class to a different building. Stupid school dreams.