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Today is debugging day. One customer is testing airflow issues by letting a large set of jobs run for three hours with the rack doors open, then shutting them and running for another three hours. God, I hope that one works…I’ve got no idea where to go next. Another is still wrestling with the malevolent . . . → Read More: So this is where it stops… Had a good one this week: User was having a bear of a time getting our software to install correctly. Stuff just wasn’t acting right. Plus, he’s behind a firewall, so there’s only so much I can do in terms of remote diagnosis. Finally, he calls me on my cell phone absolutely triumphant. He had . . . → Read More: Users For the past month or so, my company has been using a spam blocking technique called “greylisting”, and I’m willing to swear by it. It’s the best ever. It works like this (all automatic and invisible and stuff): The first time I get mail from a particular source, I reject it with a “transient” . . . → Read More: Spam Spent the afternoon with two guys from Intel, who were explaining why their technology is cool and getting cooler. While the information was nice, it was even nicer to feel important. Like, I’m some sort of valuable guy to know, and getting on my good side is important to them. Yeah, that’s it. In . . . → Read More: Corporate… The train this morning is very, very cold. It was 60 degrees out as I drove to the station, and somehow I was dumb enough to still be wearing my Tivas and just a t-shirt. Tomorrow, sweatshirt. No doubt about it. The plan is to spend the day in the frigid, dark confines of our . . . → Read More: So cold . . . → Read More: More thoughtfulness Fall, and a young man’s thoughts turn to existentialism. You know I leave for a living Music is what I do on the way to the door Ani DiFranco – How Have You Been? I find myself already looking to the next move, the next job, the next set of goodbyes. Experience has taught . . . → Read More: Fall thoughts The first brutally cold, hard rain of Fall is upon us. I’m sitting in a coffee shop in central square in Boston, hoping that it stops sometime before I’m supposed to walk over to my meeting in about two hours. It makes me feel funny, watching the drenching. Watching the people scurry. Wondering if I . . . → Read More: Cold rain |
