November 26th, 2002
Canada is "a remarkably undemocratic country" and other hijinks. Speaking of morons...
November 25th, 2002
Random IM of the day (spelling preserved for posterity.)

(01:22:16) cDdUbBz: man fuck you bitch u never answer me go fuck ur mom and have a nice day motherfucker
(18:53:38) cDdUbBz: oh boy
(18:53:42) cDdUbBz: get off my nutz
(18:53:45) cDdUbBz: mr.vanaman
(18:53:57) cDdUbBz: go fuck ur selves niggas
(18:54:01) cDdUbBz: go fuck ur moms
(18:54:06) cDdUbBz: oh my bad u don't have mom
(18:54:15) cDdUbBz: u got 3 dadys and a lisbian bitch
(18:55:33) cDdUbBz: niggas take it out side
(18:55:36) cDdUbBz: lets go u fucking dupers
(18:55:39) cDdUbBz: im liget
(18:55:46) cDdUbBz: 1000000000000% liget niggas
(18:56:04) cDdUbBz: u suck and make iths and pretend that peoople made it u fucking bitches
(18:56:08) cDdUbBz: will guess wut nigga
(18:56:13) cDdUbBz: im ur daddddyyzzzzzz
(18:56:16) cDdUbBz: i made x-factor
(18:56:26) cDdUbBz: nvm i take that back niggas
(19:37:17) cDdUbBz: answer me now
November 24th, 2002
Holy shit - the new Bond film didn't suck.
November 22nd, 2002
Yesterday I took the morning train down to New York to visit my friend Ben and to go to the Peter Gabriel show at Madison Square Garden. I spent most of the day working from Ben's apartment while waiting for him to finish his day at work.

The concert itself was pretty amazing - one of the best I've seen. Not that that's saying much since I don't go to concerts very often. Before he and his band took stage he brought out a couple of other acts, taking the time to introduce them himself. (I'm guessing that he does that to try to widen the audience's view of world music, and I would be glad to know if I'm correct about that. It would be nice to believe that he considers concerts a chance to educate as well as entertain.) I would recommend this tour to anyone who enjoys Peter Gabriel, even if it's only a little bit. He seems to have a lot of fun.

After the concert it was back to Ben's place to pick up my backpack and laptop and then back to Penn Station to catch the 1:30 overnight train back to Boston.

I wish that Federico lived in Boston. I need someone to have around to join me when I want to see movies.

Sometimes when I'm hacking I wish the compiler were more expressive. Less Al Gore and more Henry Rollins.

../../../../mozilla/gfx/src/gtk/nsFontMetricsXft.cpp:94: warning: You
must be at least this tall to use a compiler.
    
November 19th, 2002
<graydon> heavy doses of the right (or wrong) drugs seem to make generalities
          seem really profound, so you wind up with wonderful conversations
          like "dude... you know.. shit is like... one way.. and then it
          changes to being... another way.. and sometimes back again!"
<math> well that is deep
<shaver> if you turn the text between each ellipsis into a 200-syllable
          paragraph, you could sell it as an op-ed to the Star
<graydon> which is great. I love it. I love that your mind can get into a
          state where it's losing the ability to perceive self and other, or
          the existence of time, but that if you play your cards right you can
          still have the part that makes music or composes sentences still
          working.
<shaver> yeah
<shaver> I think that's where automake came from
November 18th, 2002
Saturday night was an odd night. I was in Connecticut visiting a friend's place overnight. We went out to dinner, had a nice time, got home and went to our respective beds. Just after midnight, I started to hear creaking and crackling noises from outside. Later, I started to hear branches breaking off of trees. And I don't mean far off in the distance, I mean right outside of our window. You see, his house is in your usual suburban town, but there are hundreds of trees in the area. In fact, there's a large hill behind his house that is largely undeveloped and is essentially a forest.

As the night went on, the frequency of falling branches and trees increased. Every 20 of 30 seconds something huge would creak, crack and make a huge sound as it hit the ground. It's hard to describe what this sounds like without actually being through it. The worst part of every falling branch is that long period in between when the branch actually breaks off and it hits the ground. You don't know what it's going to hit. It could be your car, could be the house that you are trying to sleep in, could be something else.

Because of this, I couldn't slepp. I can't sleep as it is, and even though we were sleeping on the first floor of a two story house, I didn't feel safe in the corner next to all of the trees so I went out and tried to sleep on the living room floor.

At about 2:15 in the morning, I was lying there trying to go to sleep and the sky outside suddenly turned bright blue and there was a distant sound of something going terribly, terribly wrong. And then the lights went out. And they stayed out.

I wandered around the house, looking for a candle and a lighter and listened to huge branches hit the houses in the neighborhood. At about 4am, a branch fell, hit my car and set off my car alarm. Some time after that, a huge branch fell and hit the roof of the house with the sound of 1000 glasses crashing to their deaths (all that ice.) My friends finally woke up; one of them had been snoring for hours.

Once the sun came up one of my friends and I went out to look around. One of the neighbors had had the windows smashed out of his car. My car looked OK, but my friends had a cracked winshield. There were lots of branches down but not too many whole trees that I could see. I think this storm was much worse in my imagination than it turned out to be in real life.

I'm still waiting for my sleeping schedule to return to normal.

November 13th, 2002
Garrison Keillor is a voice that I remember from my childhood while driving across various parts of the US with my father on one of those rambling random summer vacations. Spending months doing nothing except staking camp at the little KOA campgrounds that are all over the US. Sometimes we would even find a campground that had long since been abandoned by its owners but still had little areas where you could put up a tent and park your car. I still remember that huge Rand McNally atlas that was filled with listing after listing of campgrounds all through the midwest, each listing containg a cacophony of symbols that drew a picture in my head of the facilities that each campground could provide. Swimming. Trailers. Trees. Running water. All of this is somehow mixed up in my head with Keillor's voice and his amazing ability to tell stories.

On a less wistful note, I do adore his writing style and his wit. He speaks of the exploitation of tragedy in a way that echos my own thoughts but he manages to explain it in a much more eloquent manner than I ever could. ( Too bad it's a salon premium piece. And, christ, could they have found a better photo? )

November 11th, 2002
Today I saw A Beautiful Mind and I was really impressed. I even cried a little bit at the end. Anyone who can choose to live with and overcome apparitions that are a result of mental illness is a stronger man than I am. I'm pretty sure that I would be reaching for all the drugs I could find.

The last few days have been unseasonably warm, which has been nice for us here in Boston but not so nice for those in the midwest dealing with those terrible storms. I haven't been out in that nice weather nearly as often as I should be because I've been keeping myself cooped up in my house, puttering on the computer or using the tivo to its fullest. I did manage to get out for a bike ride in the woods on Friday. I can't forget that smell. Humidity mixed with decomposing leaves and pine needles. It's something that I always missed when I lived in North Carolina and may prevent me from ever moving out of the north-east United States. Even the parts of Canada that I visited, lived in, and loved failed to live up to the idea in my head that I have that is that perfect cycle of weather that produces the sights and smells that is fall in the north-east. People talk about autumn in New York? I'll take autumn in the Berkshires any day.

There's a part of me that wishes that winter would get off its ass and come on down and start kicking mine. Winter is always nice for the first couple of weeks.

Ho, hum. What else has been happening? Been doing a little gtk2 hacking on Mozilla. Also, working hard on the Mozilla 1.2 release. That seems to be coming along nicely.

You know, I had all these wonderful things planned for this entry in the diary. Instead you see me talking about Mozilla and the weather. I swear that from time to time I have the fits of genius when it comes to writing. It just never seems to happen when I'm near something where I could write those words down. Maybe I should start carrying around a little notepad and pen. And a pocket protector. Definitely, a pocket protector.

November 7th, 2002
It's midnight and I'm trying my hardest to get tired. You know how most people spend a lot of their morning trying to wake up? (Have another cup of coffee! A hot shower!) I'm talking about the opposite. Trying to get tired enough at the end of the night to be able to get to sleep. I can never fall asleep. I can lie there in bed with the lights off rolling around and around my brain going like crazy thinking all these random things about coding or how pissed I am about some random stupid trivial thing or my imagined surpise political career at the ripe old age of twenty-eight. But no matter what I do I just can't stop my game of involutary random association. And it can go on for hours and hours.

I've just spent the last hour exercising in an attempt to tire out my body. I'm sore and stinky but now I feel energized to go out and build a house or something equally as industrious. Maybe that wasn't such a wise idea, even though it feels really good to get a little blood pumping through the veins. Ever since I wrenched my foot a few weeks ago I've been essentially doing very little except working in front of the computer terminal and watching far, far too much TV. That Tivo has been both a blessing and a curse.

Speaking of which, I do love the fact that I have a nearly unlimted supply of my favorite shows on TV. (Man, "favorite shows on TV." I feel so fucking shallow when I use a phrase like that.) What this really means is that I almost always have a new episode of Sports Night to watch. Also, every week day I record The News Hour with Jim Lehrer. The longer I watch that show the more I'm impressed by its quality. That show, along with Morning Edition and All Things Considered are a few of what I would consider to be genuine American Institutions.

Have you been trying my daily gtk2 rpms for Red Hat 8.0? If not, why not? Don't own a copy of 8.0? Feel free to go out and buy a copy off the store shelves and help pay my salary, if only just a little bit. Of course, if you don't feel like paying you could always just go download it. In any case you should be running it. And you should be helping me out by trying the daily rpms. The gtk2 stuff is shaping up pretty nicely. I am definitely using it as dogfood and I'm only seeing one crash a day or so with it. It has some small problems from time to time, like focus still gets screwed up or something doesn't render quite right. But it's certainly come a long way. As always you should look at the bug list for gtk2 before reporting something, but please - test away!

Shit. I'm still not tired. Can someone please hit me over the head with a large block of something dense and put me into a coma? I would appreciate it.

November 6th, 2002
Our courts are going to take 20 years to recover from this.