Almost forgot. Last weekend, I was playing around with prime numbers on the drive back from Tahoe, and ended up writing an applet to see if there was any pattern in the solutions to mn = 1 (mod p) as p changed. I couldn't find a pattern. ∴
I'm about a third of the way into The Corrections and I can't help but feel like I've got a lot in common with Gary. Maybe a younger Gary, who has yet to become involved in the throes of "clinical D", as he puts it. Weird pining for a Norman Rockwell sort of extended family life (wow, the first time I wrote that, I wrote Normal Rockwell -- spooky typo, no?), "can't we all just get along", that sort of thing. Okay, maybe I'm not really that much like Gary. He's such a wreck. What a great book though.
I was neglectful this week to my now quite pregnant wife. Went out with Vidur, Jud, and Barrowman twice for dinner in Palo Alto. It's so pleasant down there, after all. I'm just going to have to take Alison to both Bangkok Cuisine and Higashi West some day. ∴
My pants struck again! This time they called Neal, maybe to tell
him about how I had to drag myself out of the ocean like a soggy
rat at Waddel Creek this morning. Yeah, John and I lasted about
45 minutes, after which we decided it was going to be best to get
out of the water before we hurt ourselves, or somebody else. I
guess the
fabled swell
finally arrived last night; maybe by tomorrow it will have backed
off enough that chumps like me can surf it.
∴
It sure would be cool if someone would hook SpamAssassin up to a proxy IMAP (and POP) server. I looked around quickly yesterday for a generic IMAP proxy, but there was nothing obvious that jumped out. ∴
Weird dream last night: I was at Phil's new house with Neal and Rob Ginda (who doesn't know Phil or Neal from Adam). We'd just gotten back from a night out drinking, and were going to play basketball in Phil's kitchen. You see, he'd installed backboards that came down from the ceiling from hidden compartments. Neal was being a dick because he was drunk, and kept trying to grab the ball from me. I told him that I was going start calling fouls if he kept it up. Phil left the room, and the ball ended up inside a tortilla warmer.
Did the giant swell ever show up? John and I went out looking for it yesterday, but double over-knee was about all we found. ∴
Clever me. I decided to change the UID of my primary account on my TiBook today (to work nice with NFS). Everything went smoothly until I rebooted, after which I ended up getting all the way to the point where the Finder should have started and...nothing. I called Patrick in a panic, he told me to calm down, reboot while holding the Shift key, and it came back. Yay! So now I've disabled the automatic login and things appear to be much better. Patrick sent me a list of magic Mac keys for future fun. ∴
My pants called Brendan today. Then Vidur showed me how to lock my cell phone's keypad. Hopefully I can avoid similar embarrassment in the future.
Good long weekend in the mountains. Here is a picture of me (clueless!) and Alison (pregnant!) on top of the Cornice at Kirkwood. ∴
