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    <name>應龍</name>
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      <id>urn:wd:wdlabs.com:atom1:twilight:20080125.2147</id>
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      <issued>2008-01-26T02:47:00</issued>
      <title>Spinifex</title>
      <published>2008-01-26T02:47:00</published>
      <updated>2008-01-26T02:47:00</updated>
      <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; Yesterday I&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;li&gt;Signed up for Russian 1&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;#20080125.21471&quot;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Got tickets to go to Canberra next weekend, which is dead this time of year&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;#20080125.21472&quot;&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Went to a really nice Spanish restaurant for dinner and ate many delicious things.  They had pretty good margaritas.  I took some pictures with my phone, but I think the memory card in my phone got erased or something.  I need to start photographing for real again :/&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Saw an interesting play about the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spinifex_people&quot;&gt;Spinifex people&lt;/a&gt;.  It was deeply personal but not at all bitter.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I’m sorry I left myself logged in to IM for like two days but had been so busy that I didn’t sit in front of my home computer for that whole time.  Sorry if you sent me messages I wasn’t ignoring you!  Promise!  I will endeavour to log myself out next time, and actually be in front of my computer when it says that I am.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Kim at work told me that I could never do or say anything to surprise her.  At first this made me angry, but now I don’t really care.  It occurred to me that nothing she has done so far has been terribly surprising.  meh.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; I had an epiphany this morning about how to reorganise the provisioning code.  I was glad that I had left work early yesterday rather than agonising over it, because apparently all I needed to was to get a good night’s sleep and a fresh perspective.  I realise though, that I love my job, but in some ways it isn’t as challenging as when I was working at The Company, especially that period when I was working on parallel abstraction.  It’s hard to compare with accomplishing the impossible.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Today we had lunch at the pub, which was fun, except they forgot our order and then pretended that they hadn’t.  There is this girl who is always flirting with Andrew.  I can’t remember her name.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’m looking forward to special visitors in March.&lt;/p&gt;
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	&lt;li&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;20080125.21471&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This will actually be my second Russian course, for some reason they start with “beginners” and then go on to 1, 2, etc.&lt;/li&gt;
	&lt;li&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;20080125.21472&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or, &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; time of year for that matter&lt;/li&gt;
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      <id>urn:wd:wdlabs.com:atom1:twilight:20060816.0638</id>
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      <issued>2006-08-16T10:38:00</issued>
      <title>Visitors!</title>
      <published>2006-08-16T10:38:00</published>
      <updated>2006-08-16T10:38:00</updated>
      <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Here is an old photo that reminds of the days when I would get up earlyto capture the morning light.  Brrr.  I think it was cold that morning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wdlabs.com/gnr/public/early/?image=Front_Street_No1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.wdlabs.com/gnr/public/early/Front_Street_No1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; ALT=&quot;[photograph]&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, in contrast was quite nice!  Weather wise I mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was the farewell lunch for Rory (not sure about the spelling), which I was sort of not looking forward to on account of having to be social and stuff, but it actually went pretty well.  After ordering my lunch at the bar I got to the tables reserved for us, and all of the seats were taken at tables that had people so I had to colonize a new table.  Sitting alone in a group like that is pretty disturbing, especially if you are mildly &lt;s&gt;socially phobic&lt;/s&gt; antisocial. Some office folk with mildly recognizable faces came over to my table shortly after and introduce themselves. I think I talk too much in those situations.  I can't think of anything to say so all sorts of irrelevant stuff starts to regurgitate without my thinking about it.  I had this theory that it would be easier to deal with my shyness in a place other than New York, and I think I was right, or maybe I'm just getting older and more able to deal with this stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, but the really good news is that &lt;b&gt;Cicely&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Joe&lt;/b&gt; and (allegedly) &lt;b&gt;Brian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;#20060816.06381&quot;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; are coming out to visit for New Years Eve!  NYE is, quite simply, the best time of year to be in Sydney, and Sydney is, quite simply, the best place to be for NYE.  I was just thinking this morning that I really love Sydney and I am fairly certain that Sydney is the greatest city on earth (no offense to my friends in New York, which I also adore), but of course I miss my friends!  I am super excited about having some friends out and being able to show them around and hang out with my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday my new 23&quot; Apple HD monitor arrived and I am using it right now.  It looks really good.  It's a new toy that is yet another reason for me to despise the inferiority of my work equipment.  My friend &lt;i&gt;e&lt;/i&gt; was &lt;s&gt;telling&lt;/s&gt; reminding me that most places are like &quot;that&quot; ... and she's right to an extent (but at least she can IM from work!), but I think I will continue to complain about work anyway.  It beats complaining about my personal life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much else to report.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;hr width=&quot;20%&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;/&gt;
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	&lt;li&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;20060816.06381&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I say allegedly, because he said we was &quot;for sure&quot; going to come to Salt Lake for at least one of those ski trips that I organized, but he waited till the plane ticket prices were astronomical&lt;/li&gt;
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      <id>urn:wd:wdlabs.com:atom1:twilight:20041218.1818</id>
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      <issued>2004-12-18T23:18:00</issued>
      <title>Paper Clips</title>
      <published>2004-12-18T23:18:00</published>
      <updated>2004-12-18T23:18:00</updated>
      <content type="html">I'm thinking about cooking some pasta for dinner, which of course brings up the whole low carb thing.  It's a serious inconvenience that pasta is now worse than slathering your blood red cow stake with the thickest bacon grease imaginable, because when cooking for people you have to think up something more complicated to make.  So I send Tyler an IM asking: &quot;are you on any of those funky low carb diets?&quot;  in hopes that if he comes out to visit me in New York I can make something simple like pasta.  But he doesn't answer me right away.
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I decided I really needed a paper clip.  I riffled through my desk drawer, but come up with nothing.  I decide to go buy some and tell Tyler: &quot;i need to go get paper clips.  i'll be back in a bit.&quot;
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To which he responds: &quot;no; they don't work.  my dad actually wrote a book which describes why&quot;
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I was about to walk out of the room, but I stop with a feeling of dread in my heart.  Suddenly I had been thrust into some strange universe where Mr. Spock has a goatee and for some reasons all paper clips have become non functional.  I wonder what else is different about this parallel universe?  And why did Tyler's father write an entire book on why paper clips don't work?  I've been so wrapped up in the future and being an optimist and all that B.S. that I have made myself susceptible to believing it just may be true when somebody tells me something like &quot;paper clips don't work.&quot;
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&quot;huh?  what?&quot;  I type.
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Then I remember the question before that.  &quot;oh.  heh.  cool.  got confused there.&quot;
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Tyler responds with: &quot;the diets&quot;
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&quot;i thought you were saying PAPER CLIPS didn't work.&quot;
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Relieved that I wouldn't have to double check my Star Trek DVDs to insure that Spock didn't have any extra whiskers (except of course for that one episode that he did), I went off to get some paper clips.
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On the way back I'm listening to a CD I burned with just music that I like to listen to and none of the extra chaff which is on those CDs that those musical corporations expect us to buy.  It struck me recently that with the exception of the first (&quot;reptile&quot;) and last song (&quot;suicide notes&quot;) it is all &quot;happy&quot; music, and that I haven't been much interested in listening to the &quot;unhappy&quot; tracks.  Guthrie used to imply that the fact that I used to listen to depressing music made me unhappy.  I contend (as I did then) that I listened to depressing music because I &lt;I&gt;was&lt;/I&gt; depressed, and now that I prefer to listen to &quot;happy&quot; music because I am optimistic.
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For a second there it didn't even bother me that I still don't have plans for New Years Eve.  It occurs to me that New Years Eve is really Old Years Night... and is so about the past, not The Future.</content>
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      <id>urn:wd:wdlabs.com:atom1:twilight:20041208.1808</id>
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      <issued>2004-12-08T23:08:00</issued>
      <title>Photo Geek Graham</title>
      <published>2004-12-08T23:08:00</published>
      <updated>2004-12-08T23:08:00</updated>
      <content type="html">Today was Sock Khim's last day.  She is headed back to &lt;A HREF=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singapore&gt;Singapore&lt;/A&gt; which I have confirmed through Internet research is indeed both a city and a state.  In broken but very understandable English she wrote us all a sweet farewell note that left me, and I think everyone else with a warm fuzzy feeling.  She included a personal note for everyone.  Mine was something like &quot;Graham you always take great pictures.&quot;  Such wonderful sentiment; I think all of us &lt;A HREF=http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HVOC/&gt;HVOCers&lt;/A&gt; are going to miss her.
She also gave me some candy from back home which she said she could get more for me if I liked it.
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&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;A HREF=http://www.wdlabs.com/twilight/media/041208/candy.html&gt;&lt;IMG SRC=http://www.wdlabs.com/twilight/media/041208/candy.jpg BORDER=0 &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;
&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TH&gt;Is That a Chicken?&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;
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I love things like this, I mean... I have no idea what it is, although I am pretty sure that is a chicken on the label.  Can you imagine marketing a candy in America or Australia with the picture of a chicken?  I wonder how the chicken is related to the edible substance contained within.
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Sock Khim reminded me that I have this interest in photography which I have failed rather miserably to enjoy recently.  So I IMed my friend &lt;I&gt;e&lt;/I&gt; to see if we could get together and be camera geeks on Sunday.  I'm going to drive down to Jersey and show her how to do color correction in Photoshop and she's going to going to show me her new scanner.  I hope eventually to be able to afford a nice film scanner and I think the type she has would be a good candidate.
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Meanwhile I have to start thinking about the future.</content>
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