An outlier in my own home
I walked around the house this morning all excited, saying “Woo Hoo, our copy of the new Programming Collective Intelligence book came!”
No one else in the house seemed all that excited.
I walked around the house this morning all excited, saying “Woo Hoo, our copy of the new Programming Collective Intelligence book came!”
No one else in the house seemed all that excited.
I was sad this morning hearing of Kurt Vonnegut’s passing. I truly enjoyed his books — especially Cat’s Cradle and Galapagos. He spoke at my Syracuse graduation in 1994, rocking the Carrier Dome. He was an ornery old coot, writing screeds against the administration in 2002 that others wouldn’t dare until 2006. I’ll miss him.
This afternoon, I saw that Drew Bledsoe has retired. Bledsoe was the key to the Patriots renaissance in the mid-nineties. I had to suffer through all the 2-14 years, including the ghastly Coach Mac era, and Bledsoe, Parcells and Kraft turned it around. He didn’t end up with the Hall of Fame career we all expected, but he was a classy guy. I wish him well on his Montana ranch.
July 21st. Bring it! We’re going on vacation a week later, but I’m certain we’ll have finished it long before we hit the beach.
Go get your own copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Once upon a time, I read a lot of books. Perhaps someday I will resume. In the meantime, I can feed my literary fantasies with the Times’ 100 notable books for 2006.
Every once in a while, my sweetie gives me an interesting look when checking out the latest box from Amazon. Today’s example? Late Night Discussions on the Theory of Constraints. That title generated a slow shake of the head and slight roll of the eyes.
I think the all-time winner for the WTF look was Practical Common Lisp, which, as it turns out, is not a field-guide for handling speech disorders.