I bought my copy of Agile Rails Development after using a copy purchased by someone else. Their name was at the bottom of each page, and though it was kind of weird seeing it over and over, it didn't seem like such a big deal...I bought my own copy soon after because the book was worth buying.
But now the more I think about it, I'm just encouraging these folks to start pasting my information in my documents, documents that could get pilfered in a laptop theft or accidental folder sharing—there are plenty of stories of P2P app users accidentally sharing their entire HD.
Whenever I see some strange DRM scheme I think about any of the introductions to one of Cory Doctorow's books. The ones where he points out he's given away hundreds of thousands of digital copies AND gone through numerous print editions. I still buy his books because they're easy to read as a book, would cost me a heck of a lot more to print it, and yeah, I want to support him as a writer.
Anyway, Cory tells it better than me, you can read it for yourself (gosh!) on his site.
Oddly enough I spent most of my birthday alone in our office, since everyone was out and working remote, I had I pretty quiet day in Ross.
My girlfriend and I ask each other how or days went at the end of the day, and tonight I will say it was a "good" day, though it's become harder to answer that question recently. Every day I make a list of the things I need to do, carrying over un-finished items from the previous day, and then with some respect to priority go about crossing them off. Repeat.
Before I started here, if I got a majority of them done I'd consider it a "good" day. If I got all of them done, giving myself the afternoon to screw with some new API, that was even better.
I don't know where I was going with this, or maybe I do, but though my days are "good" (in that I get a lot of things done) sometimes they aren't the things I need to be doing to get further with my main objective here. Having the flexibility of a larger company, with options for delegation (and producers waving schedules) and feeling out how to proceed with other engineers, are missed on a day when I am literally alone and running through my tasks.
That's why it's been hard to say I had a "good" day. Pretty much every day is a good one when I really think about it, but some days I feel like I ran five miles and only got about five feet. Today is one of those days.
PS, I'm about a million times happier in what I do now compared to before, in case that wasn't clear. I think turning 33 (1/3 of 100! I exclaimed to Amber this morning), sitting in the dark in this stable house, and seeing my days fly by with a bunch of crossed off items but many more pages to fill in my little moleskine, is a bit daunting. But I wanted daunting tasks, and daunting tasks I have.
PPS, I actually wrote this on a day where I got the chance talk to another engineer about the project and I think it reminded me of what I used to have, causing me to reflect on my current situation. Since he's contributing more and more now, I think it will help lift me out of this state.
PPPS, This is the first post in a long time I've written and not immediately sent to draft in MarsEdit for being so personal. It's my birthday, dammit.
I did not know the back-story of the song "Ring of Fire". It makes me love Johnny, June, and the song that much more.
I've had friends get married since I was in my teens. I'm realizing now, at age 33 I have very different reactions to my friends getting married.
When I was in my 20's: "OMG, they're getting married this weekend in Vegas? HAha, that's so funny. They are crazy and spontaneous!"
When I was in my late 20's: "So weird, they were meant for each other though. I wonder if he's still going to be coming to beer and pool night..."
When I was in my early 30's: "Wow, everyone is suddenly getting married! How weird. I've been to like 3 weddings since Friday."
Now I'm in my mid 30's: "They're just getting married because they want new stuff or she's pregnant. Fuck, that's it for beer and pool night."
(Not that this applies to anyone currently planning to get married. I just realized my reaction has changed. Please don't un-invite me. I bought you salad tongs.)
I think that's pretty cool.
This morning I noticed my mobile phone's battery was pretty low, so I decided to bring my charger with me to work. I rolled the cord up tight around the body of the plug and took it down to the car. I placed it in the back seat and it immediately began un-spooling, the potential energy in the cord releasing itself and sending my plug bouncing over the seat. Instead of stopping it, I thought to myself, "ooh, neat" and watched the cord tumble to the open doorway and leap off the side onto the ground where it cracked open with a snap.
I had about a good second or two to stop it, but no, my brain made the decision that watching my $15 phone charger acting like a spring was far more interesting than stopping it.
I don’t know why, but today I’ve been thinking a lot about Long Beach. Since moving up to San Francisco I’ve been pretty excited about this city, but today I kept thinking about 2nd Street, driving over to Fingerprints to buy another CD I don’t need, or just standing out on the beach in the warm (hot) sand.
I miss that stretch of Bellflower Blvd. where you can get anything you want, provided it’s electronics, housewares, food, or books. I miss weather that you don’t even notice…
And believe it or not I miss driving 3 miles to a parking-lot, circling for 2 miles looking for parking, and then walking nearly a mile to wherever you originally wanted to go in the first place. Yeah, I miss that.
Most of all I miss living in the same part of the state as my family and nearly every one of my friends that I know face-to-face. I miss the people at IM and the strange folks who lived on my street. I miss my pick-up truck and the way the door wouldn’t open unless you threw your shoulder into it.
I miss my scissors. In a fit of Express™ packing I left my drawer of random bits of string, scissors, rubber bands, batteries, buttons, and assorted plastic things that you find around the house and just know you’ll need someday.
We bought a set of scissors at Ikea yesterday, and when we got home I pulled them out of the bag and noticed they were tied together with a piece of thick plastic. I realized I didn’t have scissors to get to my new scissors, and it made me remember all the crap I gave up by moving here. (oh so poignant, don’t you think?)
It’s not all bad, of course, I’m doing this with the one person I couldn’t leave behind, and wouldn’t have left behind.
Dear friends, buy this shirt. All profits are going to the Red Cross.
Remember when Redd Kross was the shit? I do. Was that just an LA thing? Possibly. That is Redd Kross and not Kriss Kross. I must admit, in like 92 I put my pants on backwards on purpose for like 10 minutes and walked around the house. Watching The Box while unemployed and bored made me do shit like that. I will tell you all a story about my Taylor Dayne inspired shenanigans some other day.