Forget providing a means of expression for a diverse group of authors and creators. Pay no heed to tales of revenue model cocktails composed of micropayments and just a drip of RSS.
The real win here, the real payoff for incubating these nascent authors and “web sites” is conversations of this form:
Person: random string of words fish sock wibble
Other: ?
Person: oh, haha, you just haven’t read Lizardface Excruciator, you loser
The back injury I sustained last week was remedied by three days of rest, stretching, and good luck. Tonight, though, as we closed out the season of my Monday-night Ultimate team, I replaced it with a knee injury. Such joy.
One of my teammates thinks it’s probably my IT band, but I don’t know if that’s good or bad. Tomorrow morning will tell me if I need to find a doctor.
Update: knee is pretty good today, just a little sore. Might be able to play Thursday, but I’m not counting on it.
In the course of a mildly unpleasant, but ultimately quite satisfying, Ultimate victory last night, I managed to torque my back a bit.
Therefore, today’s predicted complement of blog-post editing, document authoring, and general PowerBook jockeying will be pre-empted. Instead, we will be offering a delicious selection of lying on the floor, hot water bottles, and an ibuprofen buffet. Moaning and cursing are available at a small additional premium.
(I can be reached through the traditional channels of cellular technology and Blackberry-borne email, though my response time may be even worse than usual.)
I was supposed to fly to SFO today, to spend the weekend at Foo Camp. In fact, I guess I still am supposed to fly to SFO, since the last flight isn’t scheduled to leave for 4 hours. But between a stomach bug that had me up all night and is still plaguing me — I’ll spare you the details — and the recently-declared tornado warning for Toronto, I’m thinking that I’m not going anywhere.
If both the external and internal weather clear up in time, I suppose I’d crash with Vlad and drive up in the morning, but I’m not feeling very optimistic. (Ignoring the fact that I haven’t actually asked Vlad yet.)
Update: Madhava has a candid of the weather where he works, at the north end of the city. Good times!
Saturday and Sunday were spent driving to Ottawa, getting our mad visitation on in Ottawa, and then driving back. Sunday evening found us at Dad’s in Markham, enjoying the pool, shade, and BBQ to the limit imposed by local authorities.
After the driving and swimming, I was a little stiff when I woke up yesterday morning. It was nothing serious, though, so I had to make sure it became serious by playing the first Ultimate game of the season last night with but a single sub.
We had a great time, and also won, but this morning found me more than a little stiff. Quite a bit more than a little stiff. “When did my desk get to be so far away from my bed?” stiff.
The stretching and Vitamin I have returned me to service, though, so I’m off to get lunch, and then, well, then I help Madhava and Kate move into their nifty new apartment, or something.
Michael Jackson’s in court, and I really don’t want to talk about the details of that case any more than I just did.
I have a long backlog of posts (lightning plans, a response to Frank Hecker’s excellent disruptive-innovation Firefox analysis, travelogue, congratulations to friends of all sizes) that I have been putting off finishing because I really, honestly, am too damned busy.
But!
I cannot let this pass: CNN has an honest-to-god scorecard for the various charges and counts at play here. I…but….
Stunning.
We had a power glitch at the hosting facility for my machine the other day, and after that we had reports of single-bit errors coming from one drive in the RAID-1 pair during read. (Tip ‘o the hat to Nathaniel Smith for being brave enough to call me at 06:15 with the news.)
Yesterday, I bought a new drive to replace the erroring one — which was, itself, not all that old — and things seemed to be OK. Today, though, we’re seeing the same result, with the new drive, so I’m going to have to go back in and move it to the known-good IDE channel or something.
I hope it takes, because I’m leaving in less than 36 hours for Europe, and it’ll be really hard to do work on the box from there.
My Lightning interview was published today, by the ever-patient Simon Paquet. I think it turned out pretty well, though perhaps not seven-weeks-of-waiting well. Ah well, such is life.
I’m pretty busy right now preparing for my security talk at the Zurich Information Security Center, and then for my XTech keynote — which follows a whopping 15 hours later in Amsterdam. I’m glad Europe is so small!
I’m pretty excited about both presentations, and I think they should be a fair bit of fun. Fortune has favoured me with lots to talk about in both areas, and they’re both great opportunities to get smart people thinking about problems and opportunities that matter quite a bit to me. Not a bad deal, and to sweeten it further I get to hang out with my long-but-not-lost friend Paul, who I haven’t seen in far, far too long.
A charmed life, truly.
Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Reports of my incredible slack on posting here, as well as finishing with the questions from my Lightning interview, however, are pretty much right on the mark. Sorry.
I’m headed to Ottawa in a few hours to assist in a very indirect and hovering-nearby way with Mom’s neck surgery. I will probably be online from there in bursts and spurts until my return Friday.
I suspect that I’ll be looking for food and company on Thursday evening, once all the dust has settled, so Ottawans should feel free to call me (647.296.1922) and, uh, have me likely not answer because I’ll be in the hospital. Ah well. I’m sure we can sort something out.
Updates: * Thursday, as Geoff points out, is Chu Shing night. I think I’m likely to be there. * I may be very receptive to offers of lodging for Wednesday night, as mom’s new apartment is Very Wee. Worst case, I have fond memories of Arc. * I am sorry that I hurt Planet when I forced an RDF rebuild.
