Monthly Archives: February 2007

I miss cooking

Doug Guccione and Steve Kirks In the days that have followed the ice storm, I’ve found that I really missed cooking. I missed the food chemistry, the pressure to time the cooking and eating and generally, the “oohs” and “ahhs” that go with a well-prepared meal. I made guacamole for yesterday’s Super Sunday football party and it was good–and rewarding. It was the reminder that I missed cooking more than I realized. The picture at the left is of Doug Guiccone, Italian chef and a great guy, who taught me that it was more important to “feel” when you cook than to follow the instructions.

Programmers Don't Like to Code

rentzsch.com: Tales from the Red Shed: “Programmers desire to rewrite because they know that after starting with a clean sheet of paper and building it all again, at the end they’ll understand the whole. Programmers write code to learn. Software has this double-edged sword where you can’t just wave your hands instead of implementing a particular function. It all has to be crystal. Programmers know this. They know when they’re done, they’ll have a complete understanding. It’s a noble desire.”

Five things you may not know about me

Since I got tagged by Dwight, here’s my list of things you may not know about me:

1. I know what a Xenon decay constant is. I spent 4.5 years in the US Navy in the nuclear power program learning how the Navy uses nuclear power on board it’s ships. The training facilities are incredible and there a things about them I just can’t say, but they are fantastic. It ended badly, mainly due to my immaturity, but I retained most of the knowledge, the learning techniques and an honorable discharge.

2. I used to get late-night phone calls from Crispen Glover in 1991. He read me (and my roommate Bert) weird poetry.

3. I am afraid of rabbits in the way that most people are afraid of snakes. Put one within five feet of me and I get nervous. If it gets within three feet, I’ll get up and move. I can’t tell you why but I feel like they are about to leap at my neck and bite into my jugular vein. Seriously.

4. I’ve helped pull a newborn calf from the mother’s birth canal, once with a winch device called a “come a-long”. It’s just as gross as it sounds.

5. I am irrationally shameful that I never went to college. I somehow feel like less of a success because I didn’t pay through the nose for four years of lectures and hazing. I can’t shake it–no matter what my achievements–and I consider it one of my character flaws.

(whew!)