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|Tuesday, March 11th, 2014|
|Okay, it's all broken. Now what?
A rant in ;login was making rounds recently (h/t @jgarzik), which I thought was not all that relevant... until I remembered that Swift Power Calculator has mysteriously stopped working for me. Its creator is powerless to do anything about it, and so am I.
So, it's relevant all right. We're in a big trouble even if Gmail kind of works most of the time. But the rant makes no recommendations, only observations. So it's quite unsatisfying.
BTW, it reminds me about a famous preso by Jeff Mogul, "What's wrong with HTTP and why it does not matter". Except Mogul's rant was more to the point. They don't make engineers like they used to, apparently. Also notably, I think, Mogul prompted development of RESTful improvements. But there's nothing we can do about excessive thickness of our stacks (that I can see). It's just spiralling out of control.
|OpenStack Infrastructure March 2014 Bug Day
Today the OpenStack Infrastructure team hosted their third bug day of the cycle.
First, I created our etherpad: cibugreview-march2014 (see etherpad from past bug days on the wiki at: InfraTeam#Bugs)
Then I run my simple infra_bugday.py script and populate the etherpad.
Then I grab the bug stats from launchpad and copy them into the pad so we (hopefully) have inspiring statistics at the end of the day. Once bugday makes it into infra proper I hope to update that to include us too, there is a bug for that, which I updated today.
Then comes the real work. I open up the old etherpad and go through all the bugs, copying over comments from the old etherpad and making my own comments as necessary about obvious updates I see (and updating my own bugs).
Last step: Let the team go to town on the etherpad and bugs!
As we wrap up, here are the stats from today:
Bug day start total open bugs: 293
- 50 New bugs
- 51 In-progress bugs
- 5 Critical bugs
- 23 High importance bugs
- 15 Incomplete bugs
Bug day end total open bugs: 245
- 0 New bugs
- 45 In-progress bugs
- 4 Critical bugs
- 24 High importance bugs
- 21 Incomplete bugs
Thanks again everyone!
Originally published at pleia2's blog. You can comment here or there.
|The Medicine Of Sand And Heart
Now that they have Roto-Rootered my heart, I must be on medications to reduce my cholesterol. (Ideally, you’d do that via diet alone, but my cholesterol levels were record-high despite my diet not being all that bad – my body loves to manufacture tiny globules of artery-clogging stickiness.)
They have switched my medication from Crestor (a pill) to a packet called Welchor, which supposedly is heavy-duty stuff that helps to reduce the risk of diabetes. And Welchor is fascinating, because it’s a suspension.
Essentially, you open a packet and dump some white powder into eight ounces of fluid – they suggest water, or diet soda. And mix it well. And drink it.
And it is entertainingly disgusting.
Thing is, Welchor is almost tasteless – a hint of lemon flavoring, but that’s it. The problem is, it lurks in the drink, hovering in it like a flavored octopus, never dissolving but hanging menacingly in the liquid. And you drink the fluid, and you think, “Oh, that’s not bad,” and then a pile of silt forms at the back of your throat and chokes you.
No shit. Silt. This fine sand that clings to the back of your tongue. A pile of it.
Now me, I take this as evidence that it’s working – I imagine Welchor as like an cleanup chemical dumped on an oil-stricken beach, and when it gets into my veins it’ll stick to fat globules in the same way it stuck to my mouth, and destroy them. But as far as making this palatable, it’s hard, because unlike other medicines taste is not the problem. It’s pure, plaster-dust mouthfeel, and I don’t think there’s a liquid that will solve that problem because it’s a suspension.
I’m going to experiment further, but the packet doesn’t suggest hot drinks, so I suspect that dropping this in tea will make it worse. Maybe the smoothies. But that adds smoothie preparation time, because Gini sure doesn’t want this shit.
Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.
This entry has also been posted at http://theferrett.dreamwidth.org/386155.html. You can comment here, or comment there; makes no never-mind by me.
|What I'm good at, according to StrengthsFinder 2.0
I see lots of copies of Strengths Finder 2.0 by Tom Rath on the bookshelves in the corner offices so I bought a copy. You kinda have to buy it because the book comes with a one-time use code for an assessment that tells you the strengths you should base your career on. The assessment is over 100 questions but you go through it pretty quickly, they're trying to get at your gut feelings for issues.
The first part of the book lays out the case for evaluating strengths instead of weaknesses. Too often in society we try to be better people by working on the stuff we're bad at. We celebrate stories of people overcoming their weaknesses. Like the movie "Rudy" - that kid had a ton of heart and worth ethic and love for football, but he was 5'6" and weighed 185 pounds. So he poured thousands of hours into making up for that, and got to participate in a single play at Notre Dame.
It's a nice story, but Rudy was trying to be something he wasn't. The return-on-investment for his hours were pretty low. When someone is bad at something, why can't we just say "that's fine, move on, you be a great teacher and this other guy be the great football player."
So I took my assessment and here were my Strengths... short versions, because there's like a 3-4 page writeup about each one.
Activator - "great, let's get started" - can't wait to translate ideas into action.
Command - Love being in the driver's seat, and can reassure others in times of crisis by taking charge.
Significance - Reputation is important, not afraid to make big, optimistic goals, need to be heard.
Context - Value lessons from history, rely on real-life examples of when something has or hasn't worked before.
Ideation - Good at connecting the dots of disparate ideas.
Of course my mind immediately read all of these another way: I'm an impatient, controlling, attention whore, who can't get over the past and who instantly expects other people to connect things and be right along with me in mental processes, because it's all obvious to me. I happily reported to several friends that my impatience and inability to empathize and nurture others should not be regarded as my strengths
The authors must see the problems there too because there are quite a few "how to make up for this" sorts of tips in the book... reminders that I might have to slow down and earn people's trust before forging ahead with my big plans, and tips about who to get on my side. Nurturing personalities, or analytical, even people who avoid conflict because they might see a way to get around issues instead of just being confrontational. There were also suggestions for the types of assignments or projects I should try to be involved in. For example I should look for areas that are bogged down with stupid barriers that everyone hates, because I can fix those. I do not need to be the "official" leader of everything, because I'll usually find a way to have a great deal of influence no matter what.
As personality tests go this is a fun one to think about. When I read through the "Ideation" strength part of me felt like it might be talking about everybody. And my first three strengths have a lot of overlap and things in common - basically about leadership and taking control. But I like the tips and will keep the book around for reference, and have a few others around my office that I think have taken the assessment who I'd like to talk with about their strengths. Should be some good discussions.
|Two Stories With The Same Ending
“The problem is, there’s one of two stories here,” I said. “And I don’t know which one I’m in.”
Gini kept a respectful distance, close enough to hug if I needed it, far enough that I could speak.
“In the one story,” I continued, “All of this pain and frustration and heartache I’m going through is the low point in the third act. And if that’s the case, it’s like Clarion, where I had a complete breakdown in Week Five, yet in Week Six I wrote the first story that I ever sold to Asimov’s. So maybe this wretched failure is just me breaking through to something greater.
“But the other story – which is equally possible – is far sadder. That’s the story where the old mediocre guy keeps trying over and over again, and never realizes when he should quit. And that’s the one where he spends the next twenty years flailing, chasing a dream that he’s totally ill-equipped for, wasting all of this time and effort on something that he’s not very good at and yet is too obsessive to let go of. And then all those evenings devoted to the craft become sad, wasted, a mountain of lost time.
“I don’t know what story I’m in,” I concluded, spreading my hands. “And it’s killing me.”
Gini looked at me seriously, weighing the options, debating how to present the truth.
“I don’t know which story you’re in, either,” she finally admitted. “But I know your story always ends with the wife who loves you more than anything.”
And I melt.
Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.
This entry has also been posted at http://theferrett.dreamwidth.org/386028.html. You can comment here, or comment there; makes no never-mind by me.
|Monday, March 10th, 2014|
|On a different note
I got results back from pathology today and the perotid tumor was (in their best estimate) a benign pleomorphic adenoma, as expected. As it is now gone from me, there is nothing more to do.
One nerve was (intentionally) severed which connects up to my earlobe, so I will not be able to feel my right earlobe for the rest of my life. The rest of my facial nerve function should return gradually over the next several months.
For the next two years I am to be especially careful to avoid sunburns on the right side of my face as it was, er, more or less peeled off my skull
during surgery, so the blood supply to that area is a bit impaired, won't repair damage as well as usual.
However! The main good-news part is I do not have cancer
, nor did I, and can go back to worrying about things killing me in my 70s, not my 30s! Yay!! More exclamation points!!!This entry was originally posted at http://graydon2.dreamwidth.org/3493.html. Please comment there using OpenID. Current Mood: relieved
|Awkward Conversations With George Zimmerman
Okay, so George Zimmerman is now being asked for grip-n-grins, where well-wishers at a gun show line up for his autograph.
Thing is, I get tongue-tied talking to celebrities in general. I have a fundamental dislike of saying something cliched, and usually all I have to say to a musician or a writer or a comedian is “Hi, I’m a fan of yours, just like the other seventy people behind me.” I may venture, “I really love this song of yours,” but usually, I just clam up and tell them my name if they ask.
Then I wish I had something really interesting to tell them. Like the Farscape convention. That time, I got to say “My wife and I came to see you guys for our honeymoon!” to the entire cast of Farscape, and oh, how the laughs did flow. Virginia Hey recognized us two years later, waving to us from a staircase, going, “It’s the newlyweds!” And I felt all beamy because hey, that was something new.
But most of the time, I schlump along.
…what the fuck would I say to George Zimmerman?
What kind of fandom does George Zimmerman have?
I suppose “I loved the way you shot that kid” might be a common sentiment, but that sounds so harsh when you say it out loud. “You looked so debonaire on the stand” might be a valid approach. Perhaps an enthusiastic “You got away with it!”
I mean, seriously, even assuming you wanted an autograph of Zimmerman (and, bizarrely enough, his dog), I’m finding it hard-pressed to know what to say as you get to the head of the line. “You shot a kid who probably would have turned out to be a criminal, and I’m a big fan of proactive murder” seems the best bet. Or maybe “It was him or you, except he didn’t have a gun and you did, and even then he was pounding the crap out of you, so hooray for demonstrating how a gun provides a dangerous sense of invulnerability!”
Yet even if you believe it was in legitimate self-defense, rejoicing in the death of another human being by wanting proof you met the man seems bizarre. Then again, maybe not. I know a lot of people who’d want an autograph from the man who shot Bin Laden, and they’d stand in a much longer line. And the conversations in that line would be just as crazy.
Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.
This entry has also been posted at http://theferrett.dreamwidth.org/385651.html. You can comment here, or comment there; makes no never-mind by me.
|Sunday, March 9th, 2014|
|technicalities: interactive scientific computing #1 of 2, pythonic parts
This is the first half of a two-part blog post that is motivated-by and mostly "about" two software ecosystems I've been poking around at recently. The first (and subject of this post) is I'll roughly call "interactive scientific Python", which includes primarily SciPy
, and Sage
; the second (subject of next post) is a new interactive scientific language Julia
, which has a lot of complicated and subtle relationships with the former. If you hate Python, skip this post because it is really just background for why I care about the fate of a few Python packages.
I've been trying to write something coherent and useful and not infinitely-long about these systems for over a month, and failing every time I get started writing because there's just too much history and too many angles to approach them from. So taking a cue from @flipzagging
I will attempt to start "in the midst of things" and work my way out. More than the past few posts, this one is super long and full of dull backstory
, so I will again cut for brevity.( the midst of thingsCollapse )This entry was originally posted at http://graydon2.dreamwidth.org/3186.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
|Monday, March 10th, 2014|
|?מה בדיוק היה בספינה הזאת
"לא הייתה כל כך הרבה זקפה באילת מאז בופה הגת בתימניאדה"
(אורנה בנאי על פסטיבל הקלוז-סי, "מצב האומה")
|Sunday, March 9th, 2014|
|One More Peek at Season Four
HBO unveiled another trailer for season four tonight, just before the finale of TRUE DETECTIVE. (And what a helluva series that was).
For those poor souls who do not have HBO, as a public service, here you go:
I loved it, myself. But I'm hardly an objective audience. Current Mood: cheerful
|Monday, March 10th, 2014|
I'm working on a project to cook every recipe and major variation in Veganomicon.
Over the last week I made:
- Banana Ice Cream
- Simple Seitan
- Seitanic Red and White Bean Jambalaya: This will feed me all week. Not sure why I decided it was a good idea to make beef-style seitan instead of chicken for this -- next time will be chicken. In case you're wondering, this recipe won't fit in your large cast iron skillet. I ordered a Dutch Oven so next time I won't have to split it between 2 9x13 pans for the baking.
- Herb Scalloped Potatoes: Really not impressed with this recipe -- scalloped potatoes need to be seasoned and sauced between layers, not just once over the top layer. Came out looking pretty but tasting bland.
|Sunday, March 9th, 2014|
I suppose everyone has to pass through a hardware phase, and mine is now, for which I implemented a LED blinker with an AVRtiny2313. I don't think it even merits the usual blog laydown. Basically all it took was following tutorials to the letter.
For the initial project, I figured that learning gEDA would take too much, so I unleashed an inner hipster and used Fritzing. Hey, it allows to plan breadboards, so there. And well it was a learning experience and no mistake. Crashes, impossible to undo changes, UI elements outside of the screen, everything. Black magic everywhere: I could never figure out how to merge wires, dedicate a ground wire/plane, or edit labels (so all of them are incorrect in the schematic above). The biggest problem was the lack of library support together with an awful parts editor. Editing schematics in Inkscape was so painful, that I resigned to doing a piss-poor job, evident in all the crooked lines around the AVRtiny2313. I understand that Fritzing's main focus is iPad, but this is just at a level of typical outsourced Windows application.
Inkscape deserves a special mention due to the way Fritzing requires SVG files being in a particular format. If you load and edit some of those, the grouping defeats Inkscape features, so one cannot even select elements at times. And editing the raw XML cause weirdest effects, so it's not like LyX-on-TeX, edit and visualize. At least our flagship vector graphics package didn't crash.
The avr-gcc is awesome though. 100% turnkey: yum install and you're done. Same for avrdude. No huss, no fuss, everything works.
|work, kids, priorities, bad mom stuff
Random question for my mom friends: If someone asked you "What do you love more, work or your kids?"
You're supposed to say "your kids" right?
Yesterday I got to thinking I'm flawed or something because honestly, I'd probably give some fucked up "well there are different kinds of love" answer.
Or put it this way... if someone told me "For the next eight hours, we're shutting you in a room to design & certify airplanes. We'll slide food under the door. You can move around but don't get more than five feet from this computer." I'd say "challenge accepted!"
If someone else told me "For the next eight hours, we're shutting you in a house with your infant and three year old and toys and colors to just play with them, all day! You can go outside but don't get more than ten feet from those kids, and they have to get your full attention." I'd say "uh... that long? no break? please can I have a break?" like seriously, I think I'd make it two hours.
is that fucked up?tooby3
said this about Sheryl Sandberg and Lean In:
She just didn't convince me of any value for women in leaning in...unless you happen to be a woman motivated by power and achievement where your title and salary is what fulfills you... staying connected to work while on vacation may feel fulfilling to Sheryl Sandberg, but to me it's a sign capitalism is a higher priority than my family and that's not what I want for my kids or me. I just can't relate to wanting to spend extra time making Facebook a better company when I could be with my kids or husband.
the problem is, I totally CAN relate to wanting to make a better company! (and I am motivated by power and salary... a little. okay maybe a lot.) I feel like the work I do is unique. Lots of people there depend on me. I work on a project for a few years, and there's this set of accomplishments in the bag forever, and a thousand people fly on that model and I played a little part in it.
I'm not saying I love work so much I never want to unplug. I am not a workaholic, I rarely hit 50 hours a week, I like breaks. But even my breaks aren't just to rush home to my family, they're all different - I come home and blog, clean the house, snuggle the kids, walk the dog, do my yoga, sew, all kinds of stuff, then the next day I'm refreshed and ready to dive enthusiastically back into work. And I've heard "work doesn't love you back" which I've always taken to mean you can get laid off at any minute so don't give your company your life, I accept that. And hey maybe that's a sign I'm an okay mom... if I lost my job I'd shrug and say "eh, I'll find another job." if I lost my kids I would have a much more dramatic reaction.
maybe I just feel really lucky to have a job I like. it doesn't happen to everybody. everybody has kids they like, that's a given... I don't feel like that makes me unique. oh but even that sounds terrible. I am totally treading the bad mom line.
|How To Be A Good Depressive Citizen
Author Libba Bray has a wonderful post on what it’s like to have depression - a post that, sadly, follows the Grand And Stilted Tradition Of Authors Admitting Their Depression.
They have to speak of depression a certain way, lest they be labelled a Bad Depressive Citizen.
Now, the gold standard for a writer suffering from depression is to Not Say Anything. Spend all that sadness with your mouth firmly shut. Then, after months of hard-pent silence, as you are emerging from the depression and find yourself in a place that you can properly control yourself, you write a Very Articulate Post detailing your pain…
…but do it from a distance. Write about it in a sad, somber tone. Do not evince an ounce of self-pity. Hold this odious disease at a distance. End it with a triumphant note that yes, you too can fight back!
Because God help you if you write your depressive post when you’re actually depressed, and uncertain if you’re going to make it. That worries people. You don’t want to write about yourself in a way that gets your audience concerned about you, because then you’ll just have told a bunch of people that maybe you’re not okay. And what will they do then? How will they rest until you’re in a stable place?
That’s rude. Button that shit up, depressive person.
And as a public figure, you can’t share your actual fears either. Maybe you’re melting down because you’re afraid you’re a lousy musician. But if, as a depressive, you slip up and post “I AM A SHITTY MUSICIAN AND I SUCK,” then everyone knows what you are: you’re an attention whore. You’re asking for people to suck up to you! All you want is positive feedback? What a drama queen (or king) you are!
(Even if you don’t want positive feedback, you know the positive feedback will bounce off your shields, you just wanted to stop swallowing this terror back all the time and give it a voice so it’s somewhere outside of your fucking skull for once.)
And shit, if you’re lucky enough to have had some success, that public outcry? It’s ungrateful. Hey, your band got signed – that’s farther than I ever got, what kind of asshole are you for dismissing my lack of accomplishments? Christ, what a whiny bitch you are.
And then someone who was a fan of yours feels completely dismissed because you’ve just told them that everything you did thus far was crappy and thus they, in turn, must be crappy for liking you, and how dare you tell them that? God, what a jerk you are for pissing on your fans.
And then someone says, “Wow, X is having a meltdown,” and people tune in to watch the trainwreck that is you, and you get a reputation as someone unstable. People start to edge away. You fucked up, man, you just let the mask slip, and now people see the quivering Jell-O underneath – and some people are repulsed by your slippery innards, and others see a feast of despair to chow the fuck down on.
A couple of outbursts like that can change your whole life.
And God forbid your despair involves other people. If you post about your worry that you’re a terrible parent, congratulations! You just hauled your kid into the shining spotlight of a talk show, and that show is entitled, “Is X Actually A Horrible Parent?” Your parenting styles are going to be discussed, debated, with people actually having real investment in this, and some people are going to come to the conclusion - whether this is fair or not - that you are an awful fucking parent. In some cases, all the evidence they’ll have is that you’ve raised the question. But that’ll be enough.
And that reputation will follow your ass around, my friend. People will question your stability. They’ll have Heard Things. They’ll wonder how you’re doing now, with the understanding that you could break at any moment, that you’re crazy deep down, that you didn’t have the maturity to mash that ugly shit down like you fucking well should have.
Now, I’m not kidding, or being in the least sarcastic, when I say that Libba has written a wonderful post. That is part of what it’s like to be depressed, and she expresses it well, and eloquently. It helps, and I am glad she wrote it.
But notice how carefully she speaks. She doesn’t say what, if anything, she is depressed about – and she’s a good enough writer that that omission is clearly on purpose.
Because she knows how to be a good depressive citizen.
Depression is messy, and ugly, and sticky. You don’t take it out in public until it’s thoroughly sanitized, freeze-dried, and vacuum-packed – or you make yourself a reputation that you don’t want. It is okay to be depressed, even valorous, so long as you never actually demonstrate depression.
Right now, dressed in the blog-equivalent of a crisp business suit, some depressive is blogging as the Good Citizen, tears wiped off of blotched cheeks, a stiff upper lip, toeing the party line that we can all get through this if we just keep swimming. She is an inspiration.
You do not discuss your depression until you can be an inspiration, or you are just fucking crazy.
Nobody likes crazy.
And there are very good reasons why maybe going off on one of your social networks during a depressive breakdown is a bad idea. Living your life via the equivalent of emotional crowdfunding is almost guaranteed to be ruined. And hauling your friends and family into the spotlight against their will to be discussed among strangers is a toxic fucking thing. And depression lies, so a lot of the things you say will be so utterly foolish and untrue that one day you’ll regret writing it down, simply because some idiot took you at face value, and some other idiot now thinks you’re an idiot for believing that guff in the first place.
So it’s not necessarily a bad thing to only discuss depression when you can hold it at a distance and analyze it.
But this need to be a Good Depressive Citizen makes the journey that much more alone, sometimes. You can have thousands of people following you on the social network of your choice, and yet here you are alone in your apartment, trying desperately to keep this despair properly tamped down. You have to clutch your knees and choke back those cries of despair, because if you share this angst with the world, then you might get a label you can never take back.
And deep down, this need to be a Good Depressive Citizen fuels the fear that you’re really not lovable, or worthy, as you can’t share this shit-fountain of diarrhetic despair welling up inside of you with the world at large. You can only share it with the pre-screened handful of friends who understand you, who have demonstrated they know how to deal properly with this malfunctioning beast that is your brain, and maybe you’re not worthy of love maybe you’re just finding people who are stupid enough to take pity on you.
Then, after months of that, when medication and time and circumstance and habit have worn it down, you can write a dispassionate blog entry. On how hard it’s been. On abstract terrors. With a good, solid, “We’re all in this together.”
And you’re a Good Depressive. Someone people can point to as an example for others. Not one of those hair-tearing lunatics who can’t function, amiright?
Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.
This entry has also been posted at http://theferrett.dreamwidth.org/385520.html. You can comment here, or comment there; makes no never-mind by me.
|Saturday, March 8th, 2014|
|Induced Clebsch subgraphs
Today I've been playing with the induced subgraphs of the Clebsch graph. Several other interesting and well-known graphs can be obtained from it by deleting a small number of vertices and forming the induced subgraph of the remaining vertices.
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|Winter In Seattle
Winter came to Seattle on March 1.
That was the day that the LTD Gallery opened its latest show, featuring artwork inspired by A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE.
I had been hoping to be there in person for the opening, but alas, there's too much work to do and too little time, so I had to stay home and miss it. But don't you guys in Seattle and nearby environs (Vancouver, Portland, Eugene, what have you) make the same mistake. The show will be open until March 23, and it looks as though there's some great stuff there. Check out the piece in WIRED>http://www.wired.com/underwire/2014/03/game-thrones-gallery-exhibit/
It's great to see a gallery like LTD featuring fantasy art. Those of you lucky enough to see the show, do come back here afterwards and let us know how you enjoyed it, and what your favorite pieces were. Current Mood: excited
|Farewell to the Iron Islands
Fans of fake history rejoice. I am finally done with the Iron Islands.
And why does that make me so pleased? Well, because it was the last little bit I had to write for our long-awaited and much-postponed concordance, THE WORLD OF ICE & FIRE. Which we've been working on (along with many other things) lo, these many years. ((And yes, yes, it's late, what else is new? Please do not blame my faithful collaborators, Elio Garcia and Linda Antonsson. They finished their part ages ago, and tossed the ball to me. What can I say? I remain as slow as ever. And I added a lot.))
Anyway, it's done at last. At least the writing part. Now it is all in the hands of the artists, and our valiant editor Anne Groell. (This will be a coffee table book, heavily and lavishly illustrated, so there's LOTS of art)).
Assuming we don't run into any problems with the art, THE WORLD OF ICE AND FIRE will be released this fall. October, I think, but don't quote me on that.
And HEY, this means another monkey is off my back. Only a couple left gibbering up there now. That little joker monkey, HIGH STAKES. And... gulp...
SON OF KONG. Current Mood: accomplished
|The Bar Is Open!
Hey, you guys missed the fun.
Our bar opening at the Jean Cocteau was a huge success. In no small part thanks to Ernie Cline (author of the wonderful READY PLAYER ONE), who turned up with his time machine... ah.. customized DeLorean. And our own Doc Brown... ah... Jules.
Take a look. (Photos by Tara Gibbens)
Miss it? Don't worry. Doc Brown will be bringing his DeLorean back in a few weeks... for BACK TO THE FUTURE 2.
(Oh, and our Flux Capacitor Cocktail was a big hit too). Current Mood: geeky
Today is day number 13,425 in my life, which is the (arbitrarily estimated) half way point. In another 13,425 days, I'd better have things all wrapped up.
I might call it a halflife, but that suggests I'm an exponentially decaying process, rather than a constant one with a fixed endpoint. It might make an amusing habit to celebrate each remaining halving of time, though. By the end every day will be a party!
At least half the things I've wanted to do in life I've done by now, I think; maybe more? I've certainly done more than enough of the things I didn't want to do. Half again sounds very tiring. If I were inclined to think of life in terms of doing rather than being, or aspiring rather than accepting, I'd think this a day for reflection on achievements, or something.
Mostly half a life has left me very confused though, and increasingly inclined to accept things and be happy for each new incomprehensible day, each friendly conversation. Nobody really has any idea what's going on.
I saw a film last night about dreams, finitude, loss, airplanes and love. A character in it said that engineers only have ten years of creative work in them. Back-dating, I guess that means I'm done with creative engineering! A shame, I had a few neat things planned still :)
I'm going to buy myself a delicious apple turnover now, and go visit baby Sebastian, who just turned one and absolutely cannot count to 13,425 yet. I expect he'll make cute gurgling and shrieking noises.This entry was originally posted at http://graydon2.dreamwidth.org/3044.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
|I am not joining the "Lean In" hate bandwagon, ladies.
Is it just me or is it really cool all the sudden to hate on "Lean In"
? Anyone else reading these articles about how Sheryl Sandberg is just one more example of a pushy feminist telling women they've got to "have it all"? Oh we've never heard that criticism of feminism
before have we!
The problem I see is that Lean In LITERALLY has a chapter about how "having it all" is 1) economically unfeasible and 2) a trap set up for women. The second an 18-year-old talks about having a career someday, she gets told to watch out, don't try to "have it all!" If a guy the same age admits he wants to be a father someday, we ASSUME he'll still have a career, and he's never worried about balance... that whole "oh so you're going to have it ALL huh??" smirk is reserved just for the ladies.
I've heard it. I've been on the leadership committee for my women's group at work for like six years now, and I can't tell you how many times I've heard girls fresh out of college asking us to address work-life balance topics at the presentations we set up. They're not workaholics, they've got friends and hobbies, but they're totally sure that the balance they've got now will mean nothing when they become parents someday, something magic will change and they will just start fucking everything up.
Dear haters: Please actually read "Lean In"
before you assume it's just going to tell you to be a crazy workaholic. That is not what it says. It just says to not be afraid of accidentally turning into a workaholic. You're smart. You can handle it. Sandberg herself has some great examples of completely turning off during maternity leave, and getting out of the office by 5:30. She does not come off as a crazy workaholic.
The other complaint about Lean In is basically the "well yeah it's easy for that rich white woman" complaint. And hey, I went into the book almost pre-disposed to that opinion... she's worth $400M, how could she know what the hell I'm going through?
But here's something I've learned about being a privileged feminist: we need to get our priorities in line, yes. We need to be open to criticism. We need to check our blind spots.
But the woman-haters on other side can, have, and WILL use white guilt to shut us up.
Is "corporate feminism" the end-all-be-all of feminism? No. But Lean In isn't pretending it is! The message is just a few more talking points for the feminist arsenal... and as an engineer, they're the kind I need.
My money goes to help women in more dire situations, yes. But my conversations in my daily life with fellow women engineers
need to have some things to say about us. Our salaries are higher but that doesn't mean we don't need each other, a little bit. Corporate feminism may sound frivolous but if it gets someone in the door, I will take it.
I struggled with this idea when I started really becoming a feminist around 17 or 18... I wanted the movement to throw me a bone, I hated the divide between the women's studies arts majors and the practical science major engineers. We were ships in the night.
The issue I see with that isn't "woe to the white collar worker" here... what I'm saying is that without that entry-level, relatable feminism, I can't recruit my office-mates to the cause. We relate to Lean In. Just let us have it. When it comes to feminism, I think we can talk about work in our offices and then use it as a gateway to see that we need to talk about all women... hey look, having it all.
|Friday, March 7th, 2014|
|So You’re A Couple Going Poly: Some Quick Advice
A friend of mine wrote to me the other day that one of her husband’s buddies had been flirting heavily with him, and she was… kinda okay with the idea. As was he. As was, after some investigation, the buddy.
“So what next?” she asked. And here, in a nutshell, is my advice on what to do when you’re a couple, opening up to poly.
(NOTE: This is written to the female partner of a male-female married couple, because that’s how I wrote the email, but really, the advice applies for all genders and sexualities.)
When you’ve got an untouchable couple at the center of things, I think it’s best to really set expectations as to what you want out of things. After all, your obvious goal is to keep you and your partner intact as a unit. If it comes down to you or her, at this stage, it’s almost certainly going to be you. So why hurt this friend (and your husband!) unnecessarily by being unclear about what’s cool with you?
The problem is, you don’t really know what’s okay yet. You’re not poly yet. Maybe you’ve read some books, but polyamory is like parenting in that you can read every book and still get whomped by unexpected emotions. Right now, you’re theoretically okay with your husband sleeping with some third party, and maybe even falling in love, but hypotheses are not data.
And so you’re going to have that uncomfortable conversation of, “Here’s what I think I’m comfortable with you guys doing, but it might be less than this if it really triggers me, or maybe a lot more if it turns out I’m unexpected awesome.”
You have to talk, really. It’s just not as super-helpful as you’d think, because realistically this is jumping into a pool to see how it feels.
But I’d definitely talk to him, to see what your husband wants. Is it romantic snuggles and candlelight? Single swinging? FWB? Or just the right to explore and find out what the hell it is he wants? Maybe you don’t even need to be poly, you just need to be swingers – which is easier. Less attachments generated.
Then, if that’s cool, probably let him go on a date or two with the buddy. Make it clear that these are no-sex dates (though maybe some smooching is cool, if your husband can restrain himself to your comfort zone). I mean, your husband and his buddy might not hit it off – maybe s/he smells funny – and there’s no sense in generating a Big Important Conversation if this is going to end up in a thanks-but-no-thanks situation.
Yet if all goes well, then, yeah, talk to the buddy with all of you at a sit-down dinner. Say, “Hey, we’re new at this, I’m totally cool with you sexing up my husband, but here are my concerns.”
Now, maybe, yeah, that sort of intense conversation may weird the buddy out. But my take is that if talking to you about what you guys need as a couple weirds them out that they skedaddly, then they really were NOT the right choice for you.
Because that sort of three-way communication is gonna come up. You’re married. And even if you weren’t married, the fact is that your husband’s known you for longer, and (assuming that you’re happily married) would more likely to weight your opinion even if there were no other mitigating factors. It’s an uneven relationship – and sure, that may not be fair, but the buddy needs to know that your emotions are part of this mixture. If that’s a dealbreaker, then it’s only fair to the buddy to give them this opportunity to move on.
(Which isn’t to say that you should use this as an excuse to be a monster – the buddy’s feelings should always be taken into account. If you’re the kind of person who’s going to take all of your insecurities out on the buddy, using them as a flashpoint to blame them for everything that’s currently wrong in your relationship with your husband, then… you probably shouldn’t try poly. Poly’s about getting your needs met, but it’s not about getting all your needs met.)
And then they start dating, and you hunker down for drama. I know you want the no-dramaness, but there’s rarely a time when you open up poly in an established relationship that at least a little drama is not generated. Maybe it’s not big drama, but you only really discover what makes your relationship unique to the two of you when you find someone nibbling at its edges. You’re probably going to find a couple of things that you thought were unique to your husband and you, and whoops, he doesn’t think that. And if you’re typical you’re going to fluctuate between “Wow, how bizarre, I feel no jealousy at all” and “I’m alone now, how sad,” and a newfound appreciation of your husband’s qualities now that other people are appreciating them and “Am I good enough?”
All that’s cool. It happens. And when you do that, you’ll be waist-deep in the poly pool and well on your way.
Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.
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|Thursday, March 6th, 2014|
|Suddenly, Python Magic
Looking at a review by Solly today, I saw something deeply disturbing. A simplified version that I tested follows:
self.func = None
# The .run() normally is implemented in the report.Text.
return "Guru Meditation Example"
def setup_autorun(cls, ctx, dump_with=None):
ctx.func = lambda *args: cls.handle_signal(dump_with,
def handle_signal(cls, dump_func, *args):
res = cls().run()
dump_func("Unable to run")
ctx = Context()
self.res = ''
def go(self, out):
self.res += out
target = Writr()
self.assertIn('Guru Meditation', target.res)
Okay, obviously we're setting a signal handler, which is a little lambda, which invokes the dump_with, which ... is a class method? How does it receive its self?!
I guess that the deep Python magic occurs in how the method target.go is prepared to become an argument. The only explanation I see is that Python creates some kind of activation record for this, which includes the instance (target) and the method, and that record is the object being passed down as dump_with. I knew that Python did it for scoped functions, where we have global dict, local dict, and all that good stuff. But this is different, isn't it? How does it even know that target.io belongs to target? In what part of Python spec is it described?
UPDATE: Commenters provided hints with the key idea being a "bound method" (a kind of user-defined method).
A user-defined method object combines a class, a class instance (or None) and any callable object (normally a user-defined function).
When a user-defined method object is created by retrieving a user-defined function object from a class, its im_self attribute is None and the method object is said to be unbound. When one is created by retrieving a user-defined function object from a class via one of its instances, its im_self attribute is the instance, and the method object is said to be bound.
Thanks, Josh et al.!
|OpenStack TripleO mid-cycle sprint kicks off
On Monday, March 3rd, we kicked off the TripleO (“OpenStack on OpenStack” ) mid-cycle meetup at the HP offices in Sunnyvale, California.
The day began by splitting up into groups with our specific focuses, including Ironic (bare metal) and Continuous Integration, where I ended up.
I was able to spend the day following up on a couple patches I had outstanding for the work I’ve been doing with Fedora on the infrastructure side and get some work done on another patch.
After lunch, Derek Higgins of Red Hat gave participants a walk through of how we’re doing testing, with a tour of the setup for our testing environments and the “TripleO cloud” itself that’s currently being used for testing, running on a rack of servers provided by HP.
After the tour, he made the diagram he used available to get a better picture of everything:
(Click for full version)
My day wrapped up by having a chat with some folks from Mirantis about some of their multi-node testing plans and how that may tie in to the work we’re doing in TripleO and the rest of infra.
The rest of the week so far has been spent over at the Yahoo! offices in Sunnyvale. Most noteworthy to what I’m working on, the Red Hat folks were able to make progress on getting their own rack up to supplement the current testing rack from HP in order to have redundancy in testing. I was also able to make progress in getting Fedora into the testing pool and had the opportunity to use the high bandwidth time with colleagues to work on some SELinux issues I’ve been running into and do some in person debugging.
Last night HP sponsored a fun dinner for all sprint attendees down at Gordon Biersch in San Jose. Today, Thursday we’re continuing our work which will wrap up tomorrow.
Originally published at pleia2's blog. You can comment here or there.