A couple days ago biking home on a day I happened to wear a suit jacket to work, I got caught in this monsoon-like downpour.
Rain like you never see in Massachusetts.
Invigorating; fun.
Well, of course, I had my backpack with me at the time. And, therefore, my laptop, iPod, telephone, digital camera.
At least the camera still works. Yee haw!
There’s an opera singer who lives in our building. On Saturday afternoons, she stands at her window and practices, singing into the street.
Apple’s iTunes music store is down, the first time I try to use it.
Some quotes from a truly great article on hacking:
Nothing yields meaty problems like starting with the wrong assumptions. Most of AI is an example of this rule; if you assume that knowledge can be represented as a list of predicate logic expressions whose arguments represent abstract concepts, you’ll have a lot of papers to write about how to make this work. As Ricky Ricardo used to say, “Lucy, you got a lot of explaining to do.”…
So, if hacking works like painting and writing, is it as cool? After all, you only get one life. You might as well spend it working on something great.
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What we can say with some confidence is that these are the glory days of hacking.