September 13th, 2002


Da Vinci's Notebook

Wowie. Went to see Da Vinci's Notebook last night. I'd heard a few of their songs on CD and was impressed by the clever lyrics. Seeming them on stage is just such a different experience. All the motions during the song, the talking in between songs, the banter back and forth. I could have listened to them for another couple of hours. An excellent show, and well worth the price of admission.

Perl hammer

I used Perl in doing something for my job today. No, it wasn't an amazingly spectacular thing, something pretty simple, actually. But. I. Got. Paid. For. Writing. Perl. Whee! As I was told in an email, I'm going to start finding lots of nails that I can whack with the Perl hammer. Depending on what exactly ends up being the process for my job, I could easily see a set of Perl tools being useful, but we'll see what happens.

Thinking of Perl, I got to thinking about why I started. I had started for a while, let it go for a while, and then picked it back up. Anyway, I'm pretty sure prog was my inspiration for starting the first time, and probably for starting up again. Well, part of the inspiration was wanting to program Jotto stuff, but prog was the reason I chose Perl. I dunno, something about seeing someone I admire doing something cool makes me want to do it, too, especially if it's something I think I'm capable of doing.

It seems familiar that there was something recently that I either started doing or (more likely) thought about starting to do, and it was because I found out that someone I know did it. Does this sound familiar to anyone. It's right on the tip of my brain, and I just can't quite reach it. Aha, now I remembered. See, this is how my brain works. If I just sit and think about things . . . eh. But if I'm talking (it seems like typing is an acceptable substitute, at least for some things), things flow. I think by talking. So, talking (typing) about this brought it to the front of my brain. It was learning that someone I know wrote stories for, and that provided the motivation for me to do it, too. Anyway.

On the eve of making my latest jam, I got to watch treacle_well enjoy the remnants of my first jam, which I hated, but which other people apparently liked. The rum taste supposedly mellowed with age, so it is now just nicely tart (probably way too tart for my tastes). Yay.

I feel like my mom

My mom has recently started taking golf lessons, is talking about taking sailing lessons, and has joined Toastmasters.

The guy at work here who asked for someone to edit the Bookbuilders directory just asked if I wanted to be listed as being on the directory committee. So, of course, I asked "Do I have to do anything?" Basically, it sounds like Bookbuilders people might contact me about doing more stuff for them (not sure if I would feel obliged or not . . . probably), and, if I'm still a member of Bookbuilders in a year or so (I'm a member now by virtue of working for McDougal Littell), they might ask me to chair it or something. So, in the Bookbuilders directory that is coming out in something like 6 weeks, I'll be listed as a committee member and as an editor. So, hey, pretty cool for three hours of work.

I signed up to go to some intro-to-publishing classes that they offered last year when I was new at Prentice Hall. They were really boring. I went to the first one and ducked out after the break. Not very informative like I was hoping. But, eh. If I'm going to be in the publishing business in Boston, I guess it's good to know people. Hell, maybe this will help me land my next job, whatever that might be.