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Had a brilliant conversation with my long-time friend, Leandro last night. We caught up with each other’s lives, and talked about each of our own passions— computers in my case, and architecture. Such conversation was something I truly miss. We talked about how architecture was about solving problems. Leandro asked me if I had heard about Christopher Alexander; I replied that the name was familiar to me. It was, because I realized belatedly, after Leandro described Alexander’s major work, A Pattern Language, that Alexander influenced current-day thinking into the production and design of software— he is considered the father of the pattern language movement in computer science. We talked about the intersection of the two fields. And we talked about the opposite sex, about love, about life.
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- While walking to Glorietta from school, what with the transport strike and there being no jeeps, and besides the fact that I like walking, I actually thought it was a weekend.
- On my Linux desktop, two apps that weren't supposed to fight over the sound card did and locked up the sound system (i.e. no sound, and no way to kill the processes, as they were blocked on I/O).
- On Undernet, I get G-lined, told off that, quote, "G-lined ([0] infected! Advertising infecting web sites. Clean this computer!". On X-Chat. Running Linux. With a very strict firewall. On a side note, Zak also tried connecting to the Undernet, first by connecting directly, then by tunneling to a machine outside the PH netblock. (Apparently, either someone screwed up or a whole slew of IPs got G-lined. For one reason or another. I do believe someone shot himself on the foot.)
- I can't stop something on Emacs by the magic 'C-g'.
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Spent my Easter weekend at Subic. ‘Twas hot, but strangely enough Subic was cooler this year than last year. Anyhoo, interesting weekend, as my cousins (jazzbeaglet included) can attest to— dude, ano, inuman na lang? Hehehe.
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I just had the weirdest nightmare.
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I’ve been looking through my notebooks and files. I apparently have a lot of story fragments lying around, waiting to be fleshed out properly, or to be polished. They’re my stillborn children— the corpses of stories never born into the world. Sometimes I wonder whether I really have the gift of writing. I am, for good or bad, my greatest critic. But no matter: I will still write for the love of writing, even if I criticize myself harshly, even if I feel my prose is poor. One must try and experience such things; otherwise, why live at all?
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It just occurred to me that I do have a voracious appetite for knowledge, but dislike formal schooling (in its current incarnation).
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... Or, why JM Ibañez tortures himself by dropping by Powerbooks and Booksale when he has no money to buy books. At all.
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Interesting article on the chemistry of HCN, the major compound in the pesticide Zyklon-B used in the gas chambers of the Shoah (or Holocaust), and arguments using chemistry to disprove the “Holocaust deniers”, who themselves have used chemistry to try to disprove the gassing of Jews.
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Books I currently hunger for, because a) I don't have the money for them, b) they aren't available here in the Philippines, or c) both of the above:
Imported from my LiveJournal.