sat in my office this afternoon, overtaxing subversion, wondering how i wound up in a place where documentation became a political act. where doing the right thing is burning off vacation and just not being there because as long as i’m there, i can only be a target and i can only make the others a target. just by showing up. because someone else didn’t and chose to take a very low road. so i’ll just remove myself from that early.
and that’s a lie. i can’t breathe in that building. i can’t sit in another room with people trying not to cry while we’re talking about xml, trying to save the jobs of people who don’t know how much risk they’re in. two months was my limit. i can’t do it anymore. tried all summer knowing if we failed, when we failed, it’s my job gone and no one can say how many others.
i’m just a dev.
there’s pond scum on this project with more clout.
the new director is terrified when she sees me. and people have started counting. seven gone in six months. you can see it in their faces when they get there. it’s not fun. and the worst part is knowing that, no matter what, i don’t have a place there with the changes the new director is about to make. all that fight for a place that i won’t belong in. but i like some of those people and they deserve better than they’re getting.
this is not right.
the documentation is getting a little bitter. i carried a lot for low road. not going to carry the failure.
the nine hours of interview for the poachers was less stressful than this. actually kind of fun. interesting people up there. so i am going to continue to trust l. as hard as that is for me right now. and buy a ton of ikea bookshelves. been a long time since i added to my allen wrench collection.
one more month, two more working days just to do the separation paperwork, and i can go back to pursuing a unified theory of campus parking and research group footwear preferences. previous theories have fallen apart based on research group’s running with ‘everyone must have a nose ring’ which just screws with the shoes.
i am down to fifteen tabs. it is disconcerting being able to find things.
just spent fifteen minutes trying to track down the one tab with sheep sounds and trying to figure out why the heck i would have a tab with sheep sounds but we’re back to too many tabs open to see the little speaker icon in the little wedges.
i think it was an ad. because i do not know why that arstechnica article about the linguistics of xenomorphs should go baa but it did.
i do not have a problem with tabs.
chrome has a problem with tabs - get up to around two hundred (shut up) and it starts to lose track of whole windows.
kinda really want to hit three hundred on the new imac. just to watch the world burn.
Unicode released a list of 250 new emojis, including an extended middle finger, on June 16th.
how to screw with everyone’s favorite datanet project:
stand up a member node
make yourself one of the following - a uuid-to-emoji identifier or an emoji.sexy shortened url with emoji
create a new object in your member node
go figure out if the node can find your new object
if it does, convert all of your identifiers to emoji strings because, really, in the little fuse thing they provide, tracking down something you don’t really know about by scanning emoji is better than by scanning uuids. (i am so, so sorry, everyone’s favorite datanet project users. so very sorry.) can you even have emoji file names in windows?
i have been informed that this is “shenanigans” and to “be good”. to which i say “this is a perfectly valid test of the system that claims to support unicode”.
people of boulder, i will fix your metadata for a pot of flatiron coffee. that first wednesday back with the local stuff, best i can find, was profoundly disappointing. just consider, this is like an enormous discount from my previous offer of doing some spectacularly horrible things to anyone’s iso for a grand.
i did not make metadata for a cake. i almost made metadata for a cake.
I like cities where I’m not an eager, engaged, canny urban participant, where I’m not “smart” and certainly not a “citizen,” and where the infrastructures and the policies are mysterious to me. Preferably, even the explanations should be in a language I can’t read.
So I’m maximizing my “inefficiency.” I do it because it’s so enlivening and stimulating, and I can’t be the only one with that approach to urbanism. Presumably there’s some kind of class of us: flaneuring, deriving, situationist smart-city dropouts. A really “smart city” would probably build zones of some kind for us: the maximum-inefficiency anti-smart bohemias.
mine turned into an eighties station but all smiths, culture club, and i swear they have played blister in the sun every morning on the drive to work. i miss the mamas & the papas and dusty springfield.
but then they play one of the pet shop boys + dusty springfield and it’s all okay again.
one part of my brain understands this is just a network graph of semantic web things. the other part really wants it to be an rpg. a weather-related rpg that we can use for dice-shaming - “just kept rolling twos so it never rained and now the world is on fire. thanks.”
“Spend an hour watching the clouds roll overhead and no two of them will be the same. The complexity and dynamic motion of turbulence make these flows fascinating, even mesmerizing, to watch. Humans are a pattern-seeking species. We like to seek order in apparent chaos, and this, perhaps, is what makes turbulence such a captivating subject for scientists and artists alike.”—
trying to come up with a presentation for an interview where the presentation is meant to be about some gis analysis problem that i’ve solved for a job that wants to start out as an ember dev by asking for a python dev.