On my way back from the store, a lady asked me from her car whether this was 27th Avenue. “Yes,” I said.
She went on, “I’m trying to get to Holman’s Funeral Home.”
I pointed and said, “I think that’s it right over there.”
She looked and scowled. “Ooh, how do I get in?”
“Well, you could die, to start with,” is what I didn’t say. Instead I just replied, “Hmm, I’m not sure.”
She drove on with a determined look on her face, while I congratulated myself on exercising that tiny bit of impulse control, just this once.
For the past six weeks or so, I’ve been in a period of higher-than-usual gumption, or “proactivity” if that’s not too psychobabble for you. Starting, strangely enough, with the passing of my mother and holding steady through this weekend. But now I seem to be fading, or contracting perhaps. I’m off my exercise regimen (but not my diet, at least), can’t seem to bring myself to study my tech books, am practicing ukulele less, and haven’t been able to bring myself to blog until now. In short, almost all the things I’ve been proud of keeping up recently seem to be falling by the wayside.
On the one hand, maybe this is a sign that there’s a part of me that has been feeling the need to relax, and that this is something I need to accommodate. On the other hand, I don’t want this slackness to go on for too long, as it has often done in the past. Most especially, I don’t want my gains in muscle training (meager though they may be at this point) to fall away to nothing. Maybe I can get back on track Saturday and train straght through to Friday.
Ooh, Saturday — when I have my next appointment with my productivity coach, oh god. When I will abase myself at her feet and cry out, “I have fallen! I have turned away from all your wise guidance and allowed myself to lie fallow and idle! Forgive this unworthy wretch and lead me back to the ways of rectitude!” To which she will undoubtedly think to herself “WTF?!?” But maybe she’ll have some constructive suggestions. I think that part of my motivation for hiring a coach was to experience exactly this discomfort when I stray from the program. So be it.
Had to share this right away:
Meet the Hackers Who Want to Jailbreak the Internet
The article gets it, even if many of the commenters (as usual) don’t.
¡Viva la revolución!
I just finished reading Kill City Blues, the latest in the Sandman Slip series of novels by Richard Kadrey. There’s something so compelling about these damned-sorcerer-as-noir-detective stories that I have to snatch up every one as soon as they come out. Think Raymond Chandler meets H.R. Giger meets Charles Bukowski. Not everyone’s cup of tea, clearly. But I can’t get enough of it.
This particular volume concerns Sandman Slim’s journey into the haunted bowels of a ruined shopping mall in search of a weapon that can counter the (nearly) all-powerful alien gods who threaten to annihilate our universe. As it happens, I went shopping at the mall today as well. Both the book and my purchasing concluded satisfactorily.
I decided to try to add this song to my ukulele repertoire today:
Fred Astaire – Puttin’ On The Ritz.
Maybe not so much the tuxedo and tap-dancing.
Starting to get settled in at home; sleeping schedule starting to normalize. Had a nice time at the Kava House last night. Judd’s trying a different kava preparation method (in the Samoan style, I think I recall him saying, rather than their usual style from Vanuatu) that is delightfully ass-kicking. Two shells of that stuff might be all I can handle, if indeed you can call what I was doing handling it.
Re-strung my Fluke today, probably for the first time ever. While I’m at it, I think I’ll look into having my newest ukulele (a Cordoba Acoustic-Electric) worked on so I can put a low 4th string on it. I’m told that works better for jazz chords.
I’ve installed a plugin for this blog that will supposedly syndicate my posts to my Facebook account in the POSSE manner. We’ll see. If it works, I’ll have to start getting my Facebook house in order, which is no small thing. But not tonight—I’m on my way to Chris and Kim’s for True Blood!
So that happened.
This was my second Balisage, and this time I got a whole lot more out of it. I suppose, like most things, it gets better with practice. I found most of the sessions to be more dramatic and memorable. More of the material seemed relevant to my own work, at least in potential. I also, eventually, felt more of a connection to the community, which I could see from the beginning was an important dimension to the event, but which I couldn’t bring myself to engage with right away. Still, ultimately it clicked, and I’m very glad of it.
Tribe. It’s a good thing, and I’ve missed it.
C. M. Sperberg-McQueen
Syd in the introduction cites Annie Haslam!
Should be able to transform from the document we have to the document we want.
Source document. Source schema with decorations. Target schema. Form or renaming attribute. Names of renaming attributes to be ignored.
Element renaming. Add attributes with target element names in the source elements.
Have to look at this paper. Could be useful.
No decision control once FO is produced. Fire and forget processing. They have formatting features requiring layout decisions. Preform at tables in three widths on long pages, compare area trees, use width with least area and no overflow. There’s no standard XML format for area tree. SVG? For graphics, image magical identify for size and resolution.
XSL-FO charter has run out. There’s a FOP extension for working with AreaTree. Use Saxon-CE event model for XSL-FO? I encouraged him to create an extension for working with AntennaHouse AreaTrees.