Thursday, September 23, 2004

I'm a real programmer now

I just submitted a bugfix to a real program! Check it out!

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Guess what

I found out tonight that when my professor was told about my text mining group's project idea, he said "If this works we're taking it to the media." Not sure if that means this is an exciting project or an impossible project.

Thursday, September 16, 2004


Perhaps I'm just crabby because I'm tired and I forgot to eat dinner until just now, but I think I've come to a profound breakthrough. In addition to wanting to find a place where I don't have to drive a mile and a half in my truck to do laundry, I believe I'm also trying to find my people, you know, the cool people like me. And what I think I have realized is that there aren't any people like me, and I'm not going to find them on the 'rooms available' board.

So, Matthew, you wouldn't perhaps like to commute from san diego, would you?

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Partying like it's 199999.9

Today, at the corner of Buena Vista and Mission Greens, my truck turned 200000. w00t w00t! I wish I had a picture for you, cuz it was a sight to behold. All the little dials, in a row, turning in not-quite-unison. Even now, actually, while the tens digit is firmly on '0', the '2' is peaking over the lip rather hesitantly, with the bottom of the '1' still hanging down. The truck did not collapse on the spot, and in fact seems just as spry as it did 1000 miles ago.

Monday, September 13, 2004

News Flash!!! Blogging might not make you rich!!!

Caedmonstia, slowlane, and all the other masses of people reading this blog, I just think you should know that blogging may not, in fact, be your ticket to fame and fortune. And patiunky especially, since you are no longer even making any new entries!!! Apparently, after much investigation, AP network news has determined that blogging isn't as much of a money maker as you have expected. Terribly disappointing, I know.

Monday, September 06, 2004

Playing Fish

Next time you are out on a boat with some big fishing poles you need to try this game. It's called playing fish, and it's not at all like playing go fish. First, cut the hook off the line (very important). Then make a loop on the end of the line. Then grab the loop, dive into the water. Then fight like a fish to swim away from the boat, while your friend fights like a fisherman to pull you in. For variety try playing with more than one fish or more than one fisher.

Sunday, September 05, 2004

Okay here is another good one

(I finally found it, beeker)
Here are the first two of "Seven Poems of Joy Amid the Fields", also by Wang Wei.

I leave through the mass of gates and doors,
Passing among the villages to the north and south.
In the city hall, does the chatter have a point?
On Kongtong Mountain, who has unkempt hair?

When I return, you let me rule over a myriad households.
When I report before you, you give me a pair of jade plates.
But no! this keeps me from plowing the southern acres.
What is like that which lies high in the eastern view?

And the last of the seven:

Pouring wine, I may look down upon the brook.
Clutching a lute, I will lean against a tall pine.
In the southern field, the dew-covered sunflowers turn towards the dawn.
In the eastern valley, they will be grinding grain by nightfall.

This is a Field and Garden Dream

So I was going to paste in a poem that would explain the field and garden dream, but I couldn't find any one poem that would do. But here you can read a bunch. And here too.

Okay fine. Here is one poem.

Fields and Gardens by the River Qi (by Wang Wei)
I dwell apart by the River Qi,
Where the Eastern wilds stretch far without hills.
The sun darkens beyond the mulberry trees;
The river glistens through the villages.
Shepherd boys depart, gazing back to their hamlets;
Hunting dogs return following their men.
When a man's at peace, what business does he have?
I shut fast my rustic door throughout the day.