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Month: July 2003

  • Genius

    According to this article on CNN.com, geniuses and criminals do their best work in their 30s. This is great news for me—since I just turned 30 seven months ago!

    Of course, I guess that begs the question: Genius or criminal?

  • San Francisco

    This weekend my wife and I are going to San Francisco for our (5th) anniversary trip. Leaving early early early Friday morning, coming back Sunday. It should be a fun trip.

    Friday night we’re doing a dinner cruise of the Bay, and all day Saturday we’re taking a train tour through wine country. Ah, le vin.

    Of course, I’d love to be able to stop in at Anchor Brewing, but we don’t have the time. Bummer!

  • Independence Weekend

    So what does July 4th even mean to people any more? A day off from work? Shelling out the bucks to buy enough fireworks to blow up your house? I have to admit, I’ve caught myself thinking along those lines and forgetting why we have the day off and what the fireworks represent. But the way the world is screwed up these days, who knows?

    Anyway. Busy weekend. We took the kids to the Pet Parade, and the festival in the park, and my parents came over for steaks, cake, and fireworks. Beautiful weather, all weekend. The rest of the weekend was spent on yardwork; trees got pruned, some edging got done, bark dust laid down, garden got weeded. The lawn hasn’t recovered much from the dethatching, but no matter.

    Oh, and I finished up Ender’s Shadow and plowed through Shadow of the Hegemon this weekend, too. It’s been awhile since I’ve gone through 2 books in a single week. Dunno if I’ll keep up with it.

  • Killer App

    The next killer app?

    Not weblogs.

    Not grid computing.

    Not wikis.

    Not even Google.

    It’s a non-volatile, random access, analog memory storage device that’s cheap, durable, mass-produced and ubiquitous.

  • Ender’s Shadow

    I began reading Ender’s Shadow by Orson Scott Card this past weekend, and, predictably, I can’t put it down. Brilliantly written, ties in beautifully to the Enderverse yet remains completely fresh.

    Particularly well written, and heartbreaking, is the depiction of Bean’s childhood on the streets of Rotterdam. Brutal, harsh, and utterly believable even though my mind wants to reject this point of view from its cozy, sheltered outlook on the world.

    Go read it.