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Initial Post, Tuesday, December 7, 1999
I heard a knock on my virtual door this morning. When I opened the door, I found a not-unexpected visitor; but I'll let the email exchange tell the story:
From: Jan Swijsen [mailto:qjsw@oce.nl]
Sent: Monday, December 06, 1999 7:21 AM
To: DanBowman@worldnet.att.net; Tom Syroid
Subject: One-day note


Dan.

For a first page it is as good as any.
But you do realize you have to update about once a day, don't you?
And I am missing the link to the 'most recent'.

Now "making preparations to join" just won't cut it. Daynoting is about
jumping in at the deep end. No one is testing the water. You know there
are sharks patrolling, ever ready to shred your flesh. You know there
are cliffs lurking. You know there will be mermaids luring you to a wet
grave. You know there are maelstroms. And Giant Squid. And sharp,
poisonous corals. And ...
In short, we are waiting for you .

Svenson
Now my usual smart aleck response would start out something about how I like squid and maybe mermaids would... then suddenly:
Jan,

One-day note; one trick pony; One Note Samba....

...and I was about to go on with that, when two of those pack rat
memory synapses got together: Swijsen<--->Policia of the DayNotes Gang! OMG,
this is more that a friendly prod in the anatomy; there might be electricity in 
that stick!

Instant abasement (well, no basement; heck, I don't even have as fine an attic
as you obviously have as I have no computers in mine). And I now realize 
falling asleep on the couch after the tree thing yesterday (NOT as fine an 
experience as DocJim's) is simply not acceptable: post FIRST; then pass out.
If in shock, use the laptop in the back of the ambulance enroute to the 
hospital; POST; then emergency surgery. Okay, got it.

Ah well, the peace was fun while it lasted (what, four days?);
tonight, fine sirs, tonight (as defined by MY time zone, Tom).

Dan


So here we go: no redirector page (not stolen yet); no picture (well, himself and two prime examples of Ruggus Rattus Domesticus are
here); no fancy logo at the head of the page; no link to most recent (no need until tonight at least); not really much of anything but raw content.

'Course, content is not a bad thing on a web site. Eventually the latest YANTI will be done (yep, another change to that machine) and I'll get NetObjects Fusion loaded; but for now, I'll work with NoteTab. I'll put up a bio later, but what little there is now is on Bo's wiki. I'm not working the hardware side of the street anymore, so info on that front will likely be sparse. I do have a few stories to tell and I think I'll go with a little humor from time to time.

Let's see: Required Daynotes Element #1: evidence of being slightly whacked (in the good sort of way). Hmmm, Tom can sign me off on that one.

Required Daynotes Element #2: Picture. Sliding by for the moment (Mrs. Claus doesn't know it yet, but she may be easing that problem).

Required Daynotes Element #11: Most Recent. Okay, but not tonight.

Required Daynotes Element #14: Multi-browser compatibility. Are you sure???? So far MSIE and Netscape; time to pay for Opera.


Well, that's a start. It time to throw myself to the sharks. And the storms. And the coral. Now, if I could get the mermaids to help me cook up a platter of squid... (Oh drat, I think that's RDE#6: ability to make any meal sound like a delight...Thompson excepted.)


More tomorrow; meaning Wednesday, as I have a somewhat checked past that shares some roots with Mr. Farquhar.


Wednesday

Well, where do we want to... Nope, some people have to put up with entirely too much of that as it is. I'm a pod person on the job site, but I try to take a break at home.

Let's see, RDE#11: Most Recent. Done

RDE#3: Hover for the pod people. Done (Yep, that's all that one does; Netscapers just move your cursor.)

RDE#10: Unable to see the desk or floor in the work environment. Chuckle. Chortle. Guffaw. BWUUAHAHAHAHA! Wait, just wait until you see the pictures (although I'll give Dr. Keyboard a slight lead over Dr. Pournelle and me at this point. I mean, really! When I showed Shelley (the much better half) the view down the Great Hall, she wouldn't even allow me points for not having Cat 5 strung through down the hallway. ...and closes the door whenever company comes. ...and Just Doesn't Understand an Archeological Filing System. Grumble, mumble.

On the tax front, it is the considered opinion (with no legal standing, although she is a Certified Court Reporter) of my esteemed assistant at the job site, one Ms. Janeen Sanders, that Barbara Thompson may now take a tax deduction for all future manicures as her hands are now actively employed in a second job. She did not have an opinion on the amount of insurance to take out on the aforementioned hands.

There's more to say and do, but I need to call a friend and chat for a moment.

...and finally,
Happy Birthday Dave. I think?

Thursday

Well, winter may have finally arrived here in central California; that's the third or fourth time this month that I've had to put on a sweatshirt to rollerblade after work. And now Brian (the official Daynote weatherperson ever since he popped the bubble on "We'll Charge you for no Better than you can get for Free"), reports rain headed in from his area toward mine today. Sheesh! Do you have any idea what rain does to the coefficient of friction on asphalt? Especially with large diameter wheels set for speed rather than hockey? ...and the treadmill just waits in the corner. Well, it can darn well wait another day; maybe it will be clear then (learned that one living in the state of Washington). Right, Jim?

The problem with not blading is the expense: it takes approximately two litres of Pepsi to equal the endorphin levels from twenty minutes of reasonable exercise. (Yes, I know; it should be "liters" on this side of the pond. But Pepsi has sugar in it; "sugar" equals "food"; and food reminds me of Dr. Keyboard; and then my spelling goes all to heck. He affects the behaviour of my spell chequer in some manor.)

Man, I haven't done any more Required Daynotes Elements. Oh, Okay: RDE#5: link to Daynotes.com. Done

RDE#15: Y2K statement. Done

...and that's all for this post. Full day today at the job site; we're changing inventory procedures and I need to be able to translate the goals established at our meeting yesterday into action plans. The good news there is that I get to harass the heck out of our programmer with unreasonable requests (he just loves a challenge)!


Friday

Svenson leads where I left off:

What the 'user' thinks of as an unreasonable request is not the same as
what the program thinks of as unreasonable. To really harass a
programmer you just ask for small, easy changes, things like
understandable help texts or 'do what I mean' things.

Svenson

Well, exactly! Now, I'm not the BOFH (thanks, Jay), but I do study my lessons. So yesterday, as I ran across a procedure that could be made simpler, I blast into his office and wait patiently (looking over his shoulder) while he attempts to refocus on what he was coding before his door blew off the hinges. Once he realizes that he is doomed, he turns to me and says, "What????" Hmmm, bleary eyed and un-shaven; easy pickins' today.

"Look" I say as I reach around him and bring up the program (hope he has room for more than one development program in his RAM; nope, that looks like paging going on) and walk him through the sequence of screens that could make my job just a little more efficient than it is. "See" I say, "If you could just clone all the information from this screen to another one just like it, I wouldn't have to re-enter the base data every time I add a new product! I'd only have to change the part number and the price. And my consistency in labeling would be very high."

I leave him staring at the screen, contemplating what appears to be a very simple customer request... That has only been verbalized... And is likely going to take forever to handle... And will trash existing code... But would be waaaay cool to program.

Did I mention the screen shots I'd sent earlier with the inconsistencies?

Two more events and he packs it in at noon saying he just needs to get some sleep. Sadly, I realize that I cannot take full credit for driving him away; the stubble and the eyes give him away: too much EverQuest last night. (Um, an aside for Steve and Bob: this is EverQuest the game, not EverClear. ...which does produce the same effects).

And lest I forget, I do have to work closely with this gentleman, who is an excellent Delphi programmer (he may be reading this when he recovers); and, 'tis I who does the help files as things progress to that stage. ...and payback from him has proven to be a bear.

See you tomorrow!

Saturday

I took Friday off from work (that meant I spent less than an hour on the phone and email responding to pages and vendor issues) to help Mrs. Claus with Christmas stuff. A few last lights to hang (who keeps buying these things???), one run to pick up a trinket or two, and Get My Stuff The Heck Out Of Her Area!

At this point in the semester, I usually have an accumulation of Stuff from the class I teach stuck in a corner of the dining room (I have a somewhat more liberal definition of "corner" than she); and, since she's made the house look so fine, why haven't I moved that Stuff? We'll, we've been real busy lately. ...and the tree thing last weekend. ...and the kids stuff every evening this week. (See, even you aren't buying it.) So, time to clean.

That means start on the library (fancy in title only; it's the un-spare bedroom) so I have room to put the teaching Stuff that has crawled out from there since August and somehow never returned. (Oh, don't worry; the pictures will still come out okay. I could fill a dumpster or two and still not clear the desk or the bench.) Things went well. Then I discovered this blue, fuzzy, fabric-like layer on the floor and expressed my concern. She promptly identified it as something called "carpet" and expressed her surprise that there was ever any in that area of the house. Sheesh.

It's a big day today for my students: time for their practical exam. Most Saturdays, I teach a course titled Emergency Medical Technician at an extension of the local J.C. This class prepares people for an entry level position in the field of emergency medicine. While the bulk of the Saturday crowd is from industry or are volunteers for rural fire services, some go on to become Paramedics or Physician Assistants. Today, after enduring an entire semester of lectures, labs and tests, it all comes down to call simulation. We throw scenarios at them and see how they handle it.

I feel good about this crowd. We've given them all the tools they need and they seem to have picked up on things; but you never know how people will respond when they're on the hot seat until the pressure is on. We test both book and simulation because you really want a knowledgeable, street smart person working on you when it's your turn for an unscheduled event.

As usual at this time of the semester, I take stock of my own career. This year marked my thirtieth year in the emergency services (fire service and emergency medical service) and the twenty-first year with my firm. I've been doing the Saturday gig for seventeen years. That's a lot of blood under the bridge and a lot of patients contacted and students taught.

Maybe I'll tell you a little about it sometime...

Sunday

Well, they did okay yesterday. My associate instructor and I ended up feeling real good about this class. Even though some of them had stumbled on the final and had to pull a retake, once they hit the simulations, they just flew. Makes a poppa proud! Last August they came in with a few hopes and some dreams; today they left with skills that will likely land some of them jobs. ...and the rest have become another knowledge base of pre-hospital care trained citizens in their communities.

I spent my afternoon as I usually do: finishing up the paperwork from this semester and getting a head start on the next one. That gave me a chance to work in WordPerfect once again. Good 'ol WP is my preferred choice for my academic work because it will let me put my graphics just where I want them. Word and I try, but we just don't click as well on graphics and tables. WordPerfect and I hail back to the 4.2 days; and since we teach it at the college, I have it installed on the machine I share there. The bonus for the transient temps: the merges and macros that I work up help automate some of their work.

...and now at home, Mrs. Claus would like some return address labels for her Christmas cards. ...and she wants this graphic just there. Guess which word processor gets fired up today. And oh yes, I have WP ready to load on the Linux box RSN. What Linux box? Why the one right there that needs a bare metal strip... After I test two more pieces of hardware on Wolf and Kit_Fox so I can YANTI Wolf one last time and load him up for the next year of work. ...so I can take down Athena (yeah, Dave, one time I did have a project spring completely into life) and rework her for a Win98 box. ...and probably after I update Shelley's machine, since she's now getting into this computer/email/recipe/web search thing. ...and RSN being re-defined daily during the holiday season; I seem to alternate between days of absolutely no free time and like just now when no one needs or wants anything from me and I can just work in peace.

Sheesh; only four weeks until the start of the new semester...

Playing around with what will become a "
Good Enough" hardware report in the near future led to this:

Santa Clause 1998; 67kb and Santa Claus 1999: 70kb

If you have small childen, good luck this season.




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