it's finally summer here.
my guitar at night
wednesday night / a site for sore eyes
choose one:
a few recent posts;
links to embarassing things;
rss was for robots.
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you said you couldn't stay
you've seen it all before, i know
and sold you on their way
oh honey that's ok
sigh
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a sunday morning haiku:
the sky is yellow
the air is eerily calm
where has arfy gone?
you can see the smoke coming down from canadia and going out into the ocean. that's from noaa.
at least i'm on my own again
instead of
anywhere with you
instead of
anywhere with you
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nat called me from california last night after i had fallen asleep. i don't know how long i was talking to him before i was awake enough to be thinking about what i was saying, which frightens me a bit. i fell asleep soon after we ended our conversation, fortunately.
i actually fixed a couple of gnome 2 bugs today, but couldn't reproduce some others; sigh. RTL in gnome 2 doesn't work all that well ... joe "ohmygodheactuallyupdatedhispage" shaw stole my shoe trying to get me to file bug reports; will do that tomorrow.
summer means landscaping people... please could you stop the noise/i'm trying to get some rest
yesterday i fixed my flat and rode around for a bit... i figured i'd be sore today but wasn't.
a monday night poem:
i am tired and
i am hungry and
i just want to go home
it's dark and
it's cold and
all i can do is
play with this floam
one of the funniest things on the simpsons, to me, is how whenever they do the distance shot of the power plant, they have a crow cawing.
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i went biking with blizzard. well, i started out with him but at the first bit of a hill he took off while i tightly gripped the brake and tried to avoid doing a face-plant into the large, pointy rocks. ok, saying it was a hill is probably exaggerating a bit, but there were a lot of rocks, and they move out from under your tires when you roll over them. also they move your tires out from under *you*. also it is difficult to slow down when you are bouncing in the air.
eventually i made it out back to the car, just in time for some torrential rains. i need to go again.
[ btw - this was only like a 20 or 30 minute ride. i do not have a watch. ]
eventually we made it home and watched the all star game. between lance berkman, richie sexson, the expos, and the number of yankees/red sox on the al team, this was the first year i was pulling for the nl. also it seems joe and i were the only 2 people that wanted a tie. it was lame, however, that there was no mvp, but i don't think there really was a clear winner there...
today i re-implemented recursive mutexes in a gnome-vfs file.
i don't think gta3 helps my fear of driving.
overheard while joe and i were walking to lunch: "i don't give a shit about circuit city. i want a wal*mart!" i don't understand why you are living in boston. please move west.
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. o O 0 ( i think i need a vacation )
my camera has a remote
it is 2:47 am tomorrow and i am incredibly tired. my laundry needs to be dry, like 2 hours ago.
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did some interesting "fixes" for some "bugs" today. nautilus can draw my desktop on solaris w/o crashing for the first time, ever.
i get to have 3 meetings today. some people don't like meetings. they rule cause i don't have to do real work during them.
i miss losing teeth.
i put a shirt on
still warm from last night's dryer
SuSE is superb
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today i was woken up by the sound of my own head exploding.
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and i'm on my bed and it is dark and maybe i am awake and i feel like i am falling but i am lying down so i am moving parallel to the ground like when the car went through me and there is a chill flowing through me and the falling reverses and i feel like i am in an ocean of gravity with the waves of cold pulling and it is going the other way and it is like the dream where i died and there is someone next to me and i can't see them but i can hear them or feel them and i think it might be nat but what is he doing here and i try to speak to him but i cannot except for a moan and i don't know if he can hear it and i can't move my arms or my legs or my head or my lips and the cold waves of gravity are going through me tugging at me and i feel the chill and it is very cold and there is a breeze coming through the window and when it blows in i feel like i am falling and when it goes out i am rising and what is going on am i sick what did i eat what did i drink why am i paralyzed oh my god was there acid in my dinner what's going on is this a bad trip what's going on and then i wake up a little more and it is cold and i don't know what's going on but i need to write this down and the waves of gravity are pulling the heat away from me and i need to wake up from this
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if you ever need anything please don't
hesitate to ask someone else first
case 16: if (v->red_mask == 0xf800 && v->green_mask == 0x7e0 && v->blue_mask == 0x1f && image->bits_per_pixel == 16) bank = 3;
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overheard at pamplona: "even starbucks has food."
walking home from nat's it was warm and there was lightning and thunder and then it rained and it was perfect.
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honestly, i have no idea what is going on.
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working on sunday morning
came in to play with tinderbox, need some mail configs changed that i don't have root on so going out to find food.
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last night i had a dream where i was driving the fiat with joe and larry ewing. i really don't understand why joe let me drive it, as i had a hard time breaking and not going really fast. it was fun though as i hit a bunch of ramps and did some flips and landing backwards and stuff like that. we were running from someone.
actually i think i was trying to get back to the finish line of the olympic marathon, because the winner there i think had passed out and i had called for an ambulance. so i was trying to get back there. it is hard to tell 9-1-1 where to go when you don't know where you are, but i think she sent someone from california and utah to somewhere else.
it was kind of sad because usually the end the marathon in the main stadium and there are tons of people cheering and what not. this wasn't the case and it was dead silent until he passed the finish line. bob costas was there.
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let's hear it for unix:
bash-2.03$ procmail ^Cprocmail: Terminating prematurely Segmentation fault bash-2.03$ _
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every once in a while i run into something that doesn't work right for some reason, and get this panicked feeling that we've been doing something completely wrong and how has anything every worked and what's going on etc.
today's dose of that was sponsored by my general lack of bash understanding.
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PID COMMAND %CPU TIME #TH #PRTS #MREGS RPRVT RSHRD RSIZE VSIZE 14089 cc1obj 68.9% 2:58.43 1 12 303 70.2M 2.55M 71.9M 137M jacob@wet-pants:driver$ time make CFLAGS="$CFLAGS $CPPFLAGS" demo-Gtk2-widgets.o ... real 3m47.244s user 3m0.680s sys 0m1.780s wet-pants:driver$ _
for a minute i flash back to trying to build mico in 1998...
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this morning i had a dream where nat and i were either preparing for a party or cleaning up after one or something. he was like, "check out what i got under that table" and i looked and there was an 8-track player with the new red hot chili peppers album in it. the 8-track version was 2 tapes, and was titled differently (i believe it said "dominos" instead of "the dominoes" or something similar).
i said to him "you know who would sound good on 8-track? the strokes. they would sound really solid."
i bought my first 8-track tape in 1995. it was led zeppelin iv, and i got it for 27 cents at a salvation army store. that was the day jerry garcia died.
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i miss the old images (can't remember if they were gifs or jpegs) that would first display in grayscale and then re-display in color or start out all fuzzy and get crisper as it downloaded.
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i'm sorry that i said / that we were just good friends
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don't fall asleep at the wheel / i'm waiting for you but you never came
i haven't driven a car in 5 years. woot.
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today was not supposed to happen this way.
i was going to get lunch with shaver / others today so i walked over to phik's to meet him. i got tired of waiting so i was like "i'll just get some cap'n crunch and go read in the park".
on the way home i ran into joe and he said they were going to trident so i went with him instead.
later we went to see a movie and after that joe and shaver were going to go to blizzard's and i figured i'd just go read in the park.
right after i started walking the other way i spotted a two-toned car approaching, and nat slowed down and i jumped in. he was just going to the office (which was right where we were) but joe and shaver had caught up to him so i just went with them to blizzard's.
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kick me out / smash out my brains
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LIST OF DREAMS I HAD LAST NIGHT WHICH LEAD ME TO BELIEVE THAT I CURRENTLY HAVE ISSUES WITH CONTROL IN MY LIFE:
- driving with nat and joe in the old bmw / weaving to avoid the crashed and stopped cars / i don't know how we survived
- at some sort of baseball game / fly ball comes to me / i drop it / i go to get my real glove / i can't put it on right / i drop the next ball
- at an orchestra rehearsal / playing drums on the shaft theme / i haven't played in over two years [ longer than that really ] / the drums are sliding away from me / i can't play at all
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there are a lot of sirens this morning.
as an aside, pretty much the only time i write anything by hand (signing things doesn't count and my signature is invariably different every time i sign something - especially if i have to sign 3 or more items in a row) is when i write out my rent check at the end of every month. it has been getting increasingly difficult.
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i'd like to thank the academy...
#if defined (MAXIOV) /* HP-UX */ # define MAX_LIMITED_IOVECS MAXIOV #elif defined (IOV_MAX) /* Solaris */ # define MAX_LIMITED_IOVECS IOV_MAX #elif defined (UIO_MAXIOV) /* MacOS X / BSD(?) */ # define MAX_LIMITED_IOVECS UIO_MAXIOV #elif defined (__APPLE__) /* Even though the write(2) man page mentions it, UIO_MAXIOV is only * available to the kernel on MacOS X 10.1 */ # define MAX_LIMITED_IOVECS 1024 #elif defined (MAX_IOVEC) /* Linux (old?) */ # define MAX_LIMITED_IOVECS MAX_IOVEC #endif
unix makes baby jesus cry.
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