PSYC 4410: Obsessions of the Programmer Mind
Identify and understand tangential topics that software developers frequently fixate on: code formatting, taxonomy, type systems, splitting projects into too many files. Includes detailed study of knee-jerk criticism when exposed to unfamiliar systems.
I would love to take this class.
Apparently Apple hates radio. I wish I could think of something sufficiently karmic to happen to the person who has determined that radio alarm clocks shouldn't be allowed to work, but I can't, so I'll just have to wish for them to be publicly humiliated
Edit: now that I'm no longer livid with rage, I take back the hammers. Humiliation is still required.
Let them not cater. Do you really want the photographer of your wedding to be performing under duress?
Instead, make the law something along these lines:
any owner-operator business smaller than a certain criteria (like, less than 10 employees, only one branch, something like that) where the owner-operator (not an employee, but the actual small business owner) has a religious objection to gay marriage may choose to not provide services to a gay wedding, provided the following are true: at the initial meeting, or first contact, or whatever, the business owner states *up-front* that they prefer not to be involved with gay weddings; and that upon request they must provide a list of, say, the three closest equivalent businesses which do work with gay couples. These businesses *must* be of the same caliber as the small business which is declining to help with the gay wedding, and *must* be not too far away, either in distance or cost. If, for some reason, the business owner feels that such other purveyors of service do not exist, they must apply for an exemption from this requirement, listing all of the local businesses in their sector and why they are not sufficient.
Yes, the humor was sometimes crass -- have they seen any recent Hollywood movies? (Actually, I haven't, but I have seen a lot of the promos...) I thought that Seth MacFarlane was fairly good. I laughed out loud several times.
And, for the first time that I can remember, it seemed like the presenters actually got their scripts in advance. It has always bugged me that the Academy Awards, put on by Hollywood, always seems to have the most stilted and unbelievable interactions between the presenters. These are supposed to be some of the most famous (and, implicitly at least, best) actors of our time, but they can't even manage one minute of conversation in a natural way?!
This year, the presenters actually seemed like they were interacting!
Yes, this joke is in terribly bad taste. Yes, I'm probably un-American since I find it funny. But still...
And Mohammed Atta, the leader of the World Trade Center attack team, had a degree in architecture. I've seen this factoid used to explain that the attack wasn't actually an act of terrorism; it was an act of artistic criticism. Atta was destroying what he and many others considered the ugliest blot on the New York City skyline.
There are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns — there are things we do not know we don't know.
This is a nice and succinct summary of knowledge...
From Tom Stoppard's play, "India Ink":
Dilip: You have to understand that begging is a profession. Like dentistry. Like shining shoes. It's a service. Every so often, you need to get a tooth filled, or your shoes shined, or to give alms. So when a beggar presents himself to you, you have to ask yourself — do I need a beggar today? If you do, give him alms. If you don't, don't.
Waking up further, I realized that of course, since I wasn't inside the firewall, I wouldn't be able to connect.
Of course, waking up even more, I realized that no matter whether I was inside the firewall or not, I have never been able to connect to a Samba server without a computer, and that I could interrupt the process without possibly locking me up entirely because I'm massively more parallel, and don't suffer from the same kind of issues with filesystem confusion.
And then I finally woke up and realized that my brain doesn't have a filesystem.
There was also a dying mouse, which worried me more, apparently.
I think the dinner I had must have been a mistake...