Mom got Berta and me tickets to see Pippin at the Forrest Theater over the weekend, which we did. The production was excellent.
The story is about a guy, Pippin, who is the son of Charlemagne, and his struggle to discover his purpose in life. Throughout the show, he finds new things that he feels he is destined to be, but it turns out that none of them are.
The last five days have seemed both like an eternity and an eye blink, all over a word - Habari - that many people are just recently becoming aware of.
Maybe you first noticed when Chris J. Davis switched his blogging software away from WordPress. After that, dominos started falling, with posts about it from interesting corners of meta-blogdom. It’s really been hard to keep up with the influx of interested people and do development and have a life. Thanks so much to Berta for her support during this process, which is undoubtly greatly attributed to her being tired of hearing me complain about WordPress.
This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, and I’ve not really given it a voice except to Berta and maybe a couple of others.
I’ve been writing code for a pretty long time. 25 years now, actually. Sure, a lot of that is not professionally, but I think it’s relevant in that programming has never been a tinkering kind of hobby with me. Programming is not something that I picked up like many people do a musical instrument in their childhood and then forget when they get older.
There are only three truly significant differences between these formats in my mind.
First: Blu-ray holds more data than HD-DVD, although no Blu-ray disk manufacturer is producing the highest-capacity Blu-ray disks, and so all current commercial HD-DVD movies are higher capacity than Blu-ray. Not that you’ll care too much how big your disk is when the picure is comparable due to HD-DVD’s better compression algorithms.
Berta got me a book for Christmas by Neil Gaiman called Fragile Things. Fragile Things is a collection of Gaiman’s (who at once I feel weird calling “Gaiman”, because of my familiarity with his writing, or “Neil”, because I only met the guy once at a book signing) short stories, in that strange genre that there isn’t a good name for but has been called “fantasy” by those who try.
This book made my Christmas list because of a section that I read in the book store. In it, there was a circus of sorts, complete with ringmaster. I don’t have the book in front of me, and I wasn’t expecting a quiz, but the story title was something like, “The unexpected disappearance of Mrs. Twitter.” I’ll regret trusting my poor memory later, but I thought it quite an unusual title for a story about a circus. I should have read more.