Wednesday, April 27, 2005
The Short History of (my) Computing
Duane wrote an article about his introduction to computers. It sounded a bit familiar, so I had to write one too. I first started computing when I was tiny. I don't actually remember specifically when we got our first computer, but I remember what it was. It was a VIC-20. This computer came out in 1981 and is the precursor to the Commodore 64. I remember being thoroughly entertained by this computer. Copmlete with a BASIC operating system and game cartridges I spent a fair amount of time getting to know that machine. Even learned how to change the fuse at age 9.
However, school was a different matter. Apple has always made an effort to market to schools and thus I was an avid Apple user by age 10. A friend had the Apple IIGS and most schools had a MacIntosh. My parents begin dabbling in Zenith computers, but these were of little interest to me, because there were no good video games and spreadsheets weren't a big attention holder. Although the amber monochrome monitor was cooler then standard green found elsewhere.
Soon, mom was talking about buying a computer for the family. I assumed she would be buying an Apple. After all, it had great games and I was quite familiar with it. But she brought home a 100% IBM PC compatible. Heh. They didn't call them "PC's" They were 100% IBM PC compatible. By this time (1986), IBM had a stronghold on the business market and the PC XT and PC AT models were quite successful. But IBM (unlike Apple) had open standards and encouraged third party companies to make equipment, thus, the clone market exploded. Companies were making "compatible" periphial equipment for the IBM machines and soon companies made complete machines that were "100% compatible" to an IBM PC XT/AT.
So here it was an old 286-12Mhz, 40MB hard drive and VGA monitor. This was a fine computer, but I was devastated. This thing was not an Apple. But alas, the VGA monitor made for some REALLY nice graphics and soon mom showed me how to use the modem to call a BBS. These Bulletin Board Systems were orginally designed to just share communicaiton and data, but software is expensive and so many people started posting "free" shareware software also. This changed my world. I became a PC die-hard from this point on. I had discovered the way to continue to expand my computer for free. If a game got old and boring, I just downloaded a new one. If I wanted to tweak my computer I downloaded software. It was almost addicting it was so cool. BBS's and IBM PC's were hugely popular and the free software available for the PC compatible was easily 10 times that of Apple.
Afterwards, BBS's became a bit of a mainstay and I had online friends. I upgraded to a 386 40Mhz, which was my first AMD and a move away from Intel, which remained permanent. Somewhere along the way my HD finally expanded to 170MB also signalling the first dramatic shift in storage requirements for me. All of this downloading had strained my hard drive and stash of floppy disks. Besised those stupid disks kept going bad. Nothing worse then losing a great game because of a bad disk.
I have always been slow to upgrade my computer, mostly for financial reasons, but also because it has always "worked well enough". I skipped the 486 and first generation of Pentium processors going straight to the AMD K5 75Mhz. This was a hot machine and I had just started college and needed some extra gaming power...you know for studying. Somewhere in here my HD expanded by another order of magnitude going to 1.2 gigabyte. This was around the time that the Internet had become fully rooted, although not nearly as useful as it is now.
I've only made two major jumps in processor technology since then, once to the AMD K6-2 266Mhz towards the end of college and finally to a AMD Duron 700Mhz five years ago. Though my dad graciously upgraded me to an Athalon 1.33 Ghz just recently. I've roughly kept a five year span between upgrades, because like I said earlier, "works well enough". One thing that has been troublesome still: storage. That 1.2GB drive is long gone and after two more upgrades each being an order of magnitude, I'm still bumping my head on a 250GB ceiling. Time for another order of magnitude, bring on the 1 terabyte drive!
Well, I've left out some details (most of you are saying, "Thank you!"), but it was fun reminiscing. Computers have been a pleasurable part of my life. Video games aside, they seem to do something for me. I guess it beats TV. Maybe.
However, school was a different matter. Apple has always made an effort to market to schools and thus I was an avid Apple user by age 10. A friend had the Apple IIGS and most schools had a MacIntosh. My parents begin dabbling in Zenith computers, but these were of little interest to me, because there were no good video games and spreadsheets weren't a big attention holder. Although the amber monochrome monitor was cooler then standard green found elsewhere.
Soon, mom was talking about buying a computer for the family. I assumed she would be buying an Apple. After all, it had great games and I was quite familiar with it. But she brought home a 100% IBM PC compatible. Heh. They didn't call them "PC's" They were 100% IBM PC compatible. By this time (1986), IBM had a stronghold on the business market and the PC XT and PC AT models were quite successful. But IBM (unlike Apple) had open standards and encouraged third party companies to make equipment, thus, the clone market exploded. Companies were making "compatible" periphial equipment for the IBM machines and soon companies made complete machines that were "100% compatible" to an IBM PC XT/AT.
So here it was an old 286-12Mhz, 40MB hard drive and VGA monitor. This was a fine computer, but I was devastated. This thing was not an Apple. But alas, the VGA monitor made for some REALLY nice graphics and soon mom showed me how to use the modem to call a BBS. These Bulletin Board Systems were orginally designed to just share communicaiton and data, but software is expensive and so many people started posting "free" shareware software also. This changed my world. I became a PC die-hard from this point on. I had discovered the way to continue to expand my computer for free. If a game got old and boring, I just downloaded a new one. If I wanted to tweak my computer I downloaded software. It was almost addicting it was so cool. BBS's and IBM PC's were hugely popular and the free software available for the PC compatible was easily 10 times that of Apple.
Afterwards, BBS's became a bit of a mainstay and I had online friends. I upgraded to a 386 40Mhz, which was my first AMD and a move away from Intel, which remained permanent. Somewhere along the way my HD finally expanded to 170MB also signalling the first dramatic shift in storage requirements for me. All of this downloading had strained my hard drive and stash of floppy disks. Besised those stupid disks kept going bad. Nothing worse then losing a great game because of a bad disk.
I have always been slow to upgrade my computer, mostly for financial reasons, but also because it has always "worked well enough". I skipped the 486 and first generation of Pentium processors going straight to the AMD K5 75Mhz. This was a hot machine and I had just started college and needed some extra gaming power...you know for studying. Somewhere in here my HD expanded by another order of magnitude going to 1.2 gigabyte. This was around the time that the Internet had become fully rooted, although not nearly as useful as it is now.
I've only made two major jumps in processor technology since then, once to the AMD K6-2 266Mhz towards the end of college and finally to a AMD Duron 700Mhz five years ago. Though my dad graciously upgraded me to an Athalon 1.33 Ghz just recently. I've roughly kept a five year span between upgrades, because like I said earlier, "works well enough". One thing that has been troublesome still: storage. That 1.2GB drive is long gone and after two more upgrades each being an order of magnitude, I'm still bumping my head on a 250GB ceiling. Time for another order of magnitude, bring on the 1 terabyte drive!
Well, I've left out some details (most of you are saying, "Thank you!"), but it was fun reminiscing. Computers have been a pleasurable part of my life. Video games aside, they seem to do something for me. I guess it beats TV. Maybe.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Ankles and Mantles
Or is it Hips and Makers? (Kristin Hersh album, really good.)
So I fell on my ankle again today while bouldering. The crash pad is perfect for landing on, but if you land half on/half off it's hard on your ankle. Oh well. Pretty minor, but I did find out that you should stretch ankle sprains as soon as possible (and keept the swelling down). I guess it is more important to keep things loose so they heal properly. Also I'm supposed to build my ankle muscles more. Well, I don't think I'm hurting too bad in that department, but never hurts to add some ankle bulk. Heh. Ankle bulk.
In case you've never bouldered (but you do like to rock climb), this is my official plug for the sport. It's amazing. It's like the free weights of the climbing world. The moves are very powerful and require balance at the same time. So many of them are overhanging, which makes it really tiring. If you attempt a route and get muddled up, it's easy to burn all your energy half way through. Then you're too exhausted to finish. But the rewards for finishing is a pumped forearms and big rush.
So I fell on my ankle again today while bouldering. The crash pad is perfect for landing on, but if you land half on/half off it's hard on your ankle. Oh well. Pretty minor, but I did find out that you should stretch ankle sprains as soon as possible (and keept the swelling down). I guess it is more important to keep things loose so they heal properly. Also I'm supposed to build my ankle muscles more. Well, I don't think I'm hurting too bad in that department, but never hurts to add some ankle bulk. Heh. Ankle bulk.
In case you've never bouldered (but you do like to rock climb), this is my official plug for the sport. It's amazing. It's like the free weights of the climbing world. The moves are very powerful and require balance at the same time. So many of them are overhanging, which makes it really tiring. If you attempt a route and get muddled up, it's easy to burn all your energy half way through. Then you're too exhausted to finish. But the rewards for finishing is a pumped forearms and big rush.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Sand Dollars
This weekend Dori and I spent some wonderful time with our friends Buffy and Bruce of Whidbey Island. They have a fantastic home near the beach of Useless Bay. One morning we were walking the beach at a negative tide we came across a huge collection of sand dollars. When I say huge, well, it might not be easy to explain. It appeared as if a dump truck had just unloaded an entire bed full of sand dollars. It was beautiful and amazing. Here's a couple of interesting points observed and later researched.
There were both dead and live ones. You could tell by the color. A dead sand dollar is white, while a live one is purple. However, it turns out that a live one is not *technically* a sand dollar, but more like a sea urchin.
The pattern on the back of a sand dollar is holes which can draw water in and expel it. They can use this to move underwater.
They have tube like feet and can bury themselves! Or, like we witnessed, move rocks accross their bellies where the cilia clean off the organic matter and pass it to the mouth in the center.
The reason there were so many in this one area is due to the type of sand. This was big loose sand that eased reproduction and the ability to burrow and move sand around so they can eat.
We saw one that was less then dime size, but before that they don't have a shell (or "test"). They exist in a larva form. Unlike some sea animals, they have distinct sexes.
There were both dead and live ones. You could tell by the color. A dead sand dollar is white, while a live one is purple. However, it turns out that a live one is not *technically* a sand dollar, but more like a sea urchin.
The pattern on the back of a sand dollar is holes which can draw water in and expel it. They can use this to move underwater.
They have tube like feet and can bury themselves! Or, like we witnessed, move rocks accross their bellies where the cilia clean off the organic matter and pass it to the mouth in the center.
The reason there were so many in this one area is due to the type of sand. This was big loose sand that eased reproduction and the ability to burrow and move sand around so they can eat.
We saw one that was less then dime size, but before that they don't have a shell (or "test"). They exist in a larva form. Unlike some sea animals, they have distinct sexes.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Sunshine and summer
The sun is shining and the temperature is about 16 degrees. It is fabulous. I had a nice day: print out a draft of the thesis and hand it off, chat with the grad secretaries and do some bouldering. Finishing a task and being rewarded with sunshine is supreme. Now I have the next challenging task of finding a job and making some eye candy for my thesis exam.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Viewers Like You
Well it seems that some of my readers are a bit shocked by my wording. Apparently, expletives are not necessarily a welcome replacement for more lengthy descriptions. I suppose this, in part, has to do with the stress and excitement of finishing my first draft. However, I surmise there is a more gradual re-definition of my character that has occured during my time as a Vancouverite and college student.
When I first moved here I picked up the school newspaper and was equally suprised by the generous use of the word fuck. Specifically fuck. There are occasional references to excrement and warm places of permenant residence, but a (insert word here) of a lot more uses of the premium f-word. I thought, "Gee, Canadians will print anything!" But I was wrong. The f-word in Vancouver is just a part of the culture. It's not covered up or bleep'ed out. You just say it.
We could spend the next few paragraphs discussing urban politics, the demographics of my friends, or the lack of moral decency of the locals, but I think I'll cut to the chase. Canadians have taught me to embrace diversity. I don't mean the U.S. melting pot style where all cultural references are stripped and you learn to love McDonald's. No, I mean *real* diversity. The type where you ask, "What does your family do over winter break?" Or "Should I bring a non-meat dish?"
Canada will have at least two, if not more visible minorities in the next decade. This means that people learn to cooperate, rather then criticize. Yes, there is always tension. Of course it would be more efficient to have "one" way of doing things. But, if that's what you want, well, it's also easier and more efficient to transmit black and white TV.
Personally, I enjoy the differences that I experience on a daily basis in this city. The "color" of this city is fantastic. So I apologize for my "colored" language, but I can't promise it won't happen again. Besides, if you watch four seasons of Trailer Park Boys you can't come out unscathed.
When I first moved here I picked up the school newspaper and was equally suprised by the generous use of the word fuck. Specifically fuck. There are occasional references to excrement and warm places of permenant residence, but a (insert word here) of a lot more uses of the premium f-word. I thought, "Gee, Canadians will print anything!" But I was wrong. The f-word in Vancouver is just a part of the culture. It's not covered up or bleep'ed out. You just say it.
We could spend the next few paragraphs discussing urban politics, the demographics of my friends, or the lack of moral decency of the locals, but I think I'll cut to the chase. Canadians have taught me to embrace diversity. I don't mean the U.S. melting pot style where all cultural references are stripped and you learn to love McDonald's. No, I mean *real* diversity. The type where you ask, "What does your family do over winter break?" Or "Should I bring a non-meat dish?"
Canada will have at least two, if not more visible minorities in the next decade. This means that people learn to cooperate, rather then criticize. Yes, there is always tension. Of course it would be more efficient to have "one" way of doing things. But, if that's what you want, well, it's also easier and more efficient to transmit black and white TV.
Personally, I enjoy the differences that I experience on a daily basis in this city. The "color" of this city is fantastic. So I apologize for my "colored" language, but I can't promise it won't happen again. Besides, if you watch four seasons of Trailer Park Boys you can't come out unscathed.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Sessioning
Well, very likely the last snowboarding session of the season was today. I went to Cypress and had fantastic time, fresh snow everywhere and fantastic conditions. Oh I might sneak one in up at Whistler if all goes well, but there's a lot to do between now and then.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Special Edition
Ok, I couldn't resist.
I was sitting here trying to decide whether to go to bed so I can snowboard tomorrow, watch a snowboarding video or search the internet.
Well I searched the internet.
For porn.
Yep. I type porn into google and the 10'th link on the page
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/porn/
A Frontline episode on porn. I'll be watching this. Frontline is amazing, they present a well research balanced arguement. If you're not too busy watching CBC pick up some Frontline from PBS, it's worth it.
I was sitting here trying to decide whether to go to bed so I can snowboard tomorrow, watch a snowboarding video or search the internet.
Well I searched the internet.
For porn.
Yep. I type porn into google and the 10'th link on the page
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/porn/
A Frontline episode on porn. I'll be watching this. Frontline is amazing, they present a well research balanced arguement. If you're not too busy watching CBC pick up some Frontline from PBS, it's worth it.
Are you fucked in the head?
That's right! New Trailer Park Boys season begins this Sunday on showcase (this link has lots of extras)!
So tune in, or if you out of the country try this.
Now that I've said the important things:
I finsihed my first draft!
That's right! (have I said that before?)
Submitted to email to my supervisiors Dr. Ito and Dr. Herrmann. That's a major milestone towards the path of graduation baby! Yeah. I'm feeling good right now. Even singing Modest Mouse out loud.
Although the thesis is getting expensive. I stayed past 2:00am tonight so I had to buy a cab for $14 back home. BTW, what is an appropriate tip for a cab? I gave em 15%, but I have no idea.
Little hook to get you to listen to modest mouse from "Bury me with it"
We were shooting at a mountain of dirt,
well nothing was broken and nothing was hurt
but I probably really should have been at work.
But if my free time's gone would you promise me this
That you will
Please bury me with it
Nabbed this from www.songmeanings.net that is the place to go for lyrics....
Now, watch TPB, listen to modest mouse and tell me what a cabby deserves for tip.
Go on. Do it.
So tune in, or if you out of the country try this.
Now that I've said the important things:
I finsihed my first draft!
That's right! (have I said that before?)
Submitted to email to my supervisiors Dr. Ito and Dr. Herrmann. That's a major milestone towards the path of graduation baby! Yeah. I'm feeling good right now. Even singing Modest Mouse out loud.
Although the thesis is getting expensive. I stayed past 2:00am tonight so I had to buy a cab for $14 back home. BTW, what is an appropriate tip for a cab? I gave em 15%, but I have no idea.
Little hook to get you to listen to modest mouse from "Bury me with it"
We were shooting at a mountain of dirt,
well nothing was broken and nothing was hurt
but I probably really should have been at work.
But if my free time's gone would you promise me this
That you will
Please bury me with it
Nabbed this from www.songmeanings.net that is the place to go for lyrics....
Now, watch TPB, listen to modest mouse and tell me what a cabby deserves for tip.
Go on. Do it.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
The keyboard is mightier than the pen
Chapter 3 and 4 have fallen and now reside in my Sent box, destination: supervisior.
That's right folks, In two weeks I have nearly completed a first draft of my thesis. The only thing that stands between me and graduation. Well , that and four other people that have to read it.
Aren't bloggers supposed to rant?
That was rhetorical question:
\begin{rant} % written in LaTeX'ese in honour of the thesis
Fuck I hate credit collection agencies.
These stupid people pick up the phone book call all the people with the name they're looking for and claim that "I need to speak to you".
First, question, "Can I verify your name and address?"
Second, "What is your social security number?"
FUCK YOU!
You haven't even told me what you're calling about. If you want to verify some information, why don't you first tell my WHY?
Well, people that owe people money are probably pretty deceptive. I can understand that. So they need to beat around the bush before they drop the bomb. You owe us money punk, and now that we know where you live you are going to suffer!
The crazy part about all this? I have never defaulted on a credit, or had a warrant issued for my arrest. (oh yes, there's more to this story...)
So circa '98 I get a call, "Hi can I speak to Dustin Harrison?"
"Speaking"
"Can I verify some information?" (you remember this part)
"No, can I find out what you want?"
"No, I need to know who you are first."
Stop the fucking ferry. Who called who? I don't know who the fuck this guy is, and apparently he doesn't know me. So why are we having a conversation?
To sum it all up, I find out that somewhere a Dustin H. has defaulted on his student loans. Can't possibly be me, because? I'm STILL IN SCHOOL!
Various incidents later, Dori is working the front yard when a man approachs her and asks if Dustin is home. VERY suspicious, Dori asks why. Apparently he has some "papers that need to be served".
"aaaaaaahhhh. you must be looking for Dustin H. But you didn't bother to find out if the Dustin H. that lives here is the same person that derserves a warrant did you?"
"I don't understand."
"You see the middle initial on that paper?"
"Yes."
"That is not the Dustin H. that lives here. Why don't you be on your way?"
Folks, that's not all. There are some BAD Dustin H's running around out there. One day I get a phone call:
"This is the sheriff, can I verify some information?"
"Well, you *are* a sheriff, what can I do?"
"Do you own ....?"
"No."
"What's your middle name?"
"Not that."
"Hmm, this might explain why you actually had the $3k in your bank account that I just withdrew. I think I made a mistake. I'll be returning that today."
"Yes. That would be nice."
So you see, I'm not fond of people who don't do their homework before accusing me of lying, cheating or whatever the bad Dustin H's of this world do.
\end{rant}
{\em Fuck I'm tired of writing in LaTeX}
That's right folks, In two weeks I have nearly completed a first draft of my thesis. The only thing that stands between me and graduation. Well , that and four other people that have to read it.
Aren't bloggers supposed to rant?
That was rhetorical question:
\begin{rant} % written in LaTeX'ese in honour of the thesis
Fuck I hate credit collection agencies.
These stupid people pick up the phone book call all the people with the name they're looking for and claim that "I need to speak to you".
First, question, "Can I verify your name and address?"
Second, "What is your social security number?"
FUCK YOU!
You haven't even told me what you're calling about. If you want to verify some information, why don't you first tell my WHY?
Well, people that owe people money are probably pretty deceptive. I can understand that. So they need to beat around the bush before they drop the bomb. You owe us money punk, and now that we know where you live you are going to suffer!
The crazy part about all this? I have never defaulted on a credit, or had a warrant issued for my arrest. (oh yes, there's more to this story...)
So circa '98 I get a call, "Hi can I speak to Dustin Harrison?"
"Speaking"
"Can I verify some information?" (you remember this part)
"No, can I find out what you want?"
"No, I need to know who you are first."
Stop the fucking ferry. Who called who? I don't know who the fuck this guy is, and apparently he doesn't know me. So why are we having a conversation?
To sum it all up, I find out that somewhere a Dustin H. has defaulted on his student loans. Can't possibly be me, because? I'm STILL IN SCHOOL!
Various incidents later, Dori is working the front yard when a man approachs her and asks if Dustin is home. VERY suspicious, Dori asks why. Apparently he has some "papers that need to be served".
"aaaaaaahhhh. you must be looking for Dustin H. But you didn't bother to find out if the Dustin H. that lives here is the same person that derserves a warrant did you?"
"I don't understand."
"You see the middle initial on that paper?"
"Yes."
"That is not the Dustin H. that lives here. Why don't you be on your way?"
Folks, that's not all. There are some BAD Dustin H's running around out there. One day I get a phone call:
"This is the sheriff, can I verify some information?"
"Well, you *are* a sheriff, what can I do?"
"Do you own ....?"
"No."
"What's your middle name?"
"Not that."
"Hmm, this might explain why you actually had the $3k in your bank account that I just withdrew. I think I made a mistake. I'll be returning that today."
"Yes. That would be nice."
So you see, I'm not fond of people who don't do their homework before accusing me of lying, cheating or whatever the bad Dustin H's of this world do.
\end{rant}
{\em Fuck I'm tired of writing in LaTeX}
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Chapter 3 - zero draft
Well not quite first draft quality, but close. Chapter 3 has fallen. Chapter 4 is next (don't look suprised) and the home stretch. Make up shit about my research.
Well, ok, not *make* up shit, but go on and on about how this graph implies that I can blah.......... and notice blah..........
bleh.
So close.
Well, ok, not *make* up shit, but go on and on about how this graph implies that I can blah.......... and notice blah..........
bleh.
So close.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Chapter 2 Draft
That's right folks, two chapters done and five to go. Well, I say five because my my discussion is still a chapter on it's own. I really am considering smashing that into something else.
So I dropped my pickup off at Fraser and 26th. I get the rear axle repaired tomorrow. I had the most wonderful ride through Vancouve at 2AM. The city is so beautiful when no one is driving around. I wandered down 14th st, which has some amazing places for rent. It's tough to decide where I would live in Vancouver. I *really* want to live near Jericho for the sailing and windsurfing benefits, but a nice quiet home near Main and 19th would be wonderful. That neighborhood is beautiful.
Well, I'm eating my 3AM snack. I dropped the peanut butter tonight, just went straight for the olive bread with mayo and cheese.
So I dropped my pickup off at Fraser and 26th. I get the rear axle repaired tomorrow. I had the most wonderful ride through Vancouve at 2AM. The city is so beautiful when no one is driving around. I wandered down 14th st, which has some amazing places for rent. It's tough to decide where I would live in Vancouver. I *really* want to live near Jericho for the sailing and windsurfing benefits, but a nice quiet home near Main and 19th would be wonderful. That neighborhood is beautiful.
Well, I'm eating my 3AM snack. I dropped the peanut butter tonight, just went straight for the olive bread with mayo and cheese.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
The magical feeling in my head
There's some crazy magic going on in my head right now. It's as if I'm under a spell. I feel awake, ready to do something, but slowed down. Like the battery in my battery-powered head clock is about to die. Maybe's it has something to do with all the sandwiches.
Friday, April 08, 2005
What? Again?
No way. I'm eating another peanut butter, mayonaise and cheese sandwich. This is too wierd. Do think writing a thesis is like being pregnant?
Mood swings, morning sickness (read: hangover), wierd food cravings....
The only part that doesn't work is pregnancy takes a LOT LESS time.
Mood swings, morning sickness (read: hangover), wierd food cravings....
The only part that doesn't work is pregnancy takes a LOT LESS time.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Chapter 1 Draft
Well it's 2AM and I'm eating a peanut butter and cheese and mayonnaise sandwich and washing it down with homemade wine.
Why the carefree choice of ingredients?
Because I just finished my first draft of Chapter 1. While it's not the most dramatic of tasks yet to be completed it has a special place on my wall. I have my thesis outline taped to my office wall. Next to "Chapter 1" is a gold star. Well not an actual foil gold star, I couldn't afford those right now. Just a post-it note with a hand drawn star.
Tomorrow I tackle a major thesis re-organization and Chapter 2.
Oh by the way, did I mention I was looking for job? Feel free to hire me or send me links to people that would like to hire me.
I just joined (another) social network called LinkedIn. The idea is that it is more of a professional network, intended for everyone from executives on down to share contacts. Feel free to join up with me at https://www.linkedin.com/
Why the carefree choice of ingredients?
Because I just finished my first draft of Chapter 1. While it's not the most dramatic of tasks yet to be completed it has a special place on my wall. I have my thesis outline taped to my office wall. Next to "Chapter 1" is a gold star. Well not an actual foil gold star, I couldn't afford those right now. Just a post-it note with a hand drawn star.
Tomorrow I tackle a major thesis re-organization and Chapter 2.
Oh by the way, did I mention I was looking for job? Feel free to hire me or send me links to people that would like to hire me.
I just joined (another) social network called LinkedIn. The idea is that it is more of a professional network, intended for everyone from executives on down to share contacts. Feel free to join up with me at https://www.linkedin.com/
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Back on Track II
I've been so damn back on track I've neglected my blogging.
So I'm using Yahoo's calender function that comes with their email. You can see mine at http://calendar.yahoo.com/dustinlharrison
It's really cool. I just add tasks and events and it posts them to the calender. Then I can check them off as they are completed. In addition it accessible wherever there is internet. I like it. It's fun to check off lists. I've been good so far. I've tackled my outline (2nd revision, complete redo). Tomorrow is draft of Chapter 1 and reorganizing everything I've written to match my new outline. Should feel good.
I'm still on track for a May 9th defense. AlthoughI haven't put it on my calender...... Be right back.... There it's official. Yahoo has it stored in there magic storage place.
So if I don't respond to your email. Or answer the phone. Or flush the toliet. It's because I'm working on my thesis.
So I'm using Yahoo's calender function that comes with their email. You can see mine at http://calendar.yahoo.com/dustinlharrison
It's really cool. I just add tasks and events and it posts them to the calender. Then I can check them off as they are completed. In addition it accessible wherever there is internet. I like it. It's fun to check off lists. I've been good so far. I've tackled my outline (2nd revision, complete redo). Tomorrow is draft of Chapter 1 and reorganizing everything I've written to match my new outline. Should feel good.
I'm still on track for a May 9th defense. AlthoughI haven't put it on my calender...... Be right back.... There it's official. Yahoo has it stored in there magic storage place.
So if I don't respond to your email. Or answer the phone. Or flush the toliet. It's because I'm working on my thesis.
