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· · 2005
· · · December
· · · · 31 (3 entries)

Pictures of Not Much · I’ve used “prognosticator” as a veiled in­sult, just be­cause it sounds so nasty. Last year I played that game though, in a post with a ti­tle like this one’s; now it’s a qui­et New Year’s Eve (we’re tired and have a big day to­mor­row), so why not con­sid­er last year the start of a tra­di­tion? So let’s look back and see how I did last year, then try again. And again toss in some pret­ty pic­tures of not much ...
My Cut-and-Paste Tech Year · This meme’s been slosh­ing around since ear­ly De­cem­ber, which seems too ear­ly to me. Here­with my year in 12 cut-and-paste sen­tences, all about tech­nol­o­gy. (For the rest of life, see here.)
Jan­uary: What am I do­ing cat­e­gories for? What is any­body do­ing cat­e­gories for? What is ev­ery­body do­ing cat­e­gories for? Fe­bru­ary: Chat and wikis are not ex­act­ly what the collaborative-future vi­sion­ar­ies of past years had in mind. But they seem to hit an awfully-big 80/20 point. March: Ja­va is bor­ing. April: This dis­cus­sion is too im­por­tant to be left to the bat­shit li­cense loonies. May: Whether or not you re­al­ly think Har­mo­ny is worth do­ing, you have to like peo­ple who are hurl­ing them­selves at big tough prob­lem­s, and not in the in­ter­ests of get­ting rich. June: It’s a lot cheap­er and more tractable (and power-efficient) to dou­ble the num­ber of threads than to dou­ble the clock rate. Ju­ly: The kinds of peo­ple who want to put stupid, ir­rel­e­van­t, badly-written junk in the Wikipedia in my ex­pe­ri­ence are eas­i­ly dis­cour­aged. Au­gust: All the soft­ware fash­ion slaves will tell you: down on the plan­ta­tion, Massa’s new mis­sus is a far-Eastern belle named Ruby. Septem­ber: Those who know what curl is are prob­a­bly snick­er­ing now. Oc­to­ber: “We’re doin’ our best, Cap’n... Aaaaaaaaagh!Novem­ber: 8. There is no Step 8. That’s all there is to it. De­cem­ber: Soft­ware of the fu­ture will be Open Source, will have a so­phis­ti­cat­ed and smart us­er in­ter­face, will take re­spon­si­bil­i­ty for mak­ing sure it’s up to date, and will meet es­sen­tial hu­man need­s.

My Cut-and-Paste Untech Year · This meme’s been slosh­ing around since ear­ly De­cem­ber, which seems too ear­ly to me. Here­with my year in 12 cut-and-paste sen­tences, none about tech­nol­o­gy. (For the tech year, see here.)
Jan­uary: The chil­dren run wild in a uni­verse en­tire­ly oc­cu­pied by snow­ball­s, sled­s, snow fort­s, and of course snow peo­ple. Fe­bru­ary: The food is ex­cel­len­t, the goats are charm­ing, the view is good, the air on the moun­tain­side is a plea­sure to breathe, and the mot­to is Da’ Fe­ta Mo’ Bet­ta; what’s not to like? March: In the fashion-boutique win­dows, flir­ty lit­tle wisps of flow­ered fab­ric, sum­mer skirts and hal­ter­s, are sad in the wet grey light; I sup­pose lots more lan­guish un­worn in clos­ets and draw­ers all over town. April: You can pre­tend that a lifestyle where you drive ev­ery­where is OK, but it’s not free, it’s not even cheap. May: So how about that barista with the ham­mer and sick­le? June: We may not be able to save the world, but maybe we can save one brave wom­an. Ju­ly: The streets are thronged with the youth of Europe, and a pret­ty scruffy lot they are, too. Au­gust: Hey New Or­lean­s: when you get your­self back to­geth­er, I’ll come down and spend a bunch of mon­ey on booze and mu­sic, that’s a promise. Septem­ber: We, the devo­tees of the Church of Base­bal­l, howled as one in sor­row, then re­laxed and re­mem­bered our beers and so on. Oc­to­ber: The med­ley of Slove­ni­an folk-songs and Deep Pur­ple hits went on till 2AM. Novem­ber: But slow is OK, be­cause time is what he has, no end of it; and when you’re my age that time rush­es by, fast and un­ceas­ing like a spring flood. De­cem­ber: She hand­ed over the cof­fee and gig­gled at me: “It’s a bum!”

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