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Tin

I had mentioned a while back that I had written a new application to serve this blog, written in Elixir, and called it “Eldir”. No sooner had I done that than I started goofing around with Go, and wrote a brand new application for serving this blog, which I’m calling “Sn”, for “Tin”.

Sn is built with the same concept in mind as with Eldir – to take as input a directory of markdown files (usually part of a local git checkout) and a config file, and serve a dynamic, templatized site from them. The constraints I set for myself are basically the same, where I’d like to load all of the data into memory, and then never touch disk unless serving a static file directly.

Deimos

About 14 years ago, we brought Deimos and Phobos into our home from Berta’s sister’s cat’s litter in Johnstown. The two Maine Coon brothers - named after the sons of the war-god Ares, the personification of dread and fear - each had their own personalities, even as kittens.

Deimos was the playful adventurous cat of the pair. His favorite activities were fetching thrown pipe cleaners and trying to sneak out the back door when you weren’t looking. He would insist on being pet while I drank coffee in the morning, and when I didn’t, he’d bite my toes. Deimos was more friendly with people, but still preferred his family of humans. He’d sit in his cat tree during the day and chirp at the birds outside.

Roadmaps

I’ve been thinking about how to plan not just a large development project, but multiple large development projects together on a timeline and allow for interrupt work.

We’ve managed to put together a roadmap for the next fiscal year. It looks nice, and it conveys useful information for our plan for the year. But it has some flaws, and I’ve been mentally taking a step back to try to understand the purpose of having a roadmap, and what useful results it feeds.

Productivity In Captivity

One thing we’re learning as we stay home during C19 is that “if we only had the time” isn’t real. I think it’s one of the unexpected more depressing aspects of this whole situation.

When provided with the “opportunity” of “spare time” to work on those things that we’ve always wanted to get done, we’re not actually doing any more of them than we ever did. Having no place to be on Monday, Tuesday, or Thursday evenings like we usually would doesn’t re-open those evenings for other productive activities.