"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Sleeping patterns are for pussies.

Went to Gusto with the O'Donnells and Sophy's sister last night, for the now-standard tasty pizza. Thought about stopping at Barnes after dinner to pick up a Poul Anderson book, as Dan Engler has been going off about him for a couple months now. Called Dan up to find out which I should, but he was still at work (I presume) so instead I just left a message: "Wakka wakka. Wakka wakka. ... Wakka." Went home instead. I'll stop by Penn Bookstore this afternoon maybe. I need a break from this Super Epic Fantasy Political Nonsense of the second "Ice and Fire" book.

(Pete described the series as "War of the Roses with a little bit of magic", which to me isn't much of a compliment, but.)

Yay for crashing at 2030 or something stupid, and waking up at 0200.

Well, I finally got around to resizing /usr on ghetto at least. And upgrading dovecot on there, and hastur as well. This should (hopefully) fix the hanging runaway imap process that eats the CPU.

Now I get to sit here and watch Mail.app re-cache a few thousand messages.

The other day I had to go back to Jersey to do some contract work for DCI (the RAID blew its SCSI interface, so we had to set up using a ccd with the backed up data; trivial work, but it was nice to do actual sysadmin stuff instead of the silly shit I've been doing at Drexel for the last couple weeks), and as soon as I stepped out of the station at Ferry Ave., I smelled burning tires.

Good to know Jersey hasn't changed at all.

It was entertaining hanging out with adamk again, as well.

And now... back to playing with Catalyst and MojoMojo.

March 17, 2005 6:22 AM