Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life |
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Introduction My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes. Sinasohn.Net
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Monday, February 28, 2005 Well, I finally got my laptop working enough that I could get my posts off of my handheld and get them uploaded. They were all basically done by the end of February (except for minor editing and adding URL's and such); they were just stuck in my wee little Visor with no way to get out. All told, I've been down for three weeks -- unable to post stories, check e-mail, or do any real work. If there weren't the concerns about data loss and the work to get things back, I would say it was actually kinda nice.
I am quite sure that people such as those at the Cato institute have thought this whole idea of Social Security privatization through completely and are either certain that no one would ever end up with a zero balance when it comes time to retire or prepared to deal with it. Because I know that, if investing for my retirement were left up to me, I would end up with a zero balance. That, however, is not what concerns me.
I have yet to find a project that Yo-Yo Ma has worked on that I didn't like. I absolutely love Appalachian Journey, and, of course, his Bach Cello suites are fantastic. If you're not familiar with his work, just go pick an album at random. You'll be glad you did.
I once worked on a project where the end result of my efforts was to be data written in XML format. For those unfamiliar with it, XML is a way to store data along with a description of what that data is. If you are at all familiar with HTML, XML looks very similar, with beginning and ending tags that both delineate and identify the data. My conclusion by the time that project was cancelled, was that XML was stupid.
Many years ago, my brother and I were tooling about (on 7th avenue, to be exact) when I spotted a window.
The English language reads horizontally. When discrete items are grouped together, therefore, they are best done so vertically. Indices, checklists, and telephone directories are all organized vertically. File system structures -- hierarchical listings of directories and files -- are also traditionally presented as a vertical list. Why then do FTP clients, CD burning software, and other programs insist on using windows stacked above each other, thus limiting the number of discrete items visible in each window?
I totally understand the unpleasant feeling that some people claim to have when they see a gay couple holding hands or kissing. I feel the exact same way -- whenever I see a "W04" sticker on a car. And as much as I want to grab the driver, shake them from head to toe, and cry "What were you thinking?", I don't. I have a better solution. I look away.
We had an incredible time at Lake Tahoe. Once again, we are indebted to our generous hosts for memories that will last a lifetime.
Seppuku is the japanese traditional ritual suicide, commonly referred to by 'Murcans as hari-kari. It was officially abolished more than a hundred years ago and has been rarely used since. Until now. My copy of Windows disembowelled itself.
Red Light means Stop. Even my not-yet-three-year-old son understands that. In San Francisco and in the surrounding areas, however, we have a problem with people not bothering to stop for red lights.
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