Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me aroundIts down to me
The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come,
Shes under my thumbAint it the truth babe? The Rolling Stones, "Under My Thumb"
The ACM gave out its Turing award to a pioneer in computer programming, Barbara Liskov. This stands out for me because I am deeply indebted to her eponymous Liskov Substitution Principle. In plain English, if you have an object which inherits attributes from another object, then that derived object can and should stand in place of any other types of objects of the parent object. Hunh? It’s the basis for Object-Oriented Programming and it governs the software development today. It makes programming slightly easier and it makes for cool extensions of the software.
Now hold on to me pretty baby
If you want to fly
I’m gonna melt the fever sugar
Rolling back your eyes
Shiny Toy Guns, “Le Disko”
Oh, shit this is totally the bomb! Danny Choo, the geek in Tokyo, is Darth Vader. He’s usually a stormtrooper, but for this set of photos he’s the Sith Lord. WooHoo!
I posted a link to another remix of Kutiman’s as a lotd, but soon after the site was flooded and taken down due to too much interest. Here’s a slow jam that’s in the Portishead vein. You need to listen to this stuff now because it’s just plain awesome.
Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
William Shakespeare, “Richard II”
Someone get me one of these!
http://www.shinyshack.com/product.php?prid=211612&pn=Mini-Drinking-Bird
Abandon all hope ye who enter here.
Dante, “Inferno”
It's 5:45 when I roll out of bed. Shower. Brush. Dress. I'm checking
email while listening to tunes on iPhone. I'm wanting to take off for
work, but decide on snacking: pan de sal and coffee for breakfast. Take
out the trash. Change the trashcan liner. Then it's to Itsuki-chan and
my morning commute.I'm running from the darkness and into the light. West to east. The
dawn is comforting, but daybreak is coming. I merge into traffic. It's a bit disorienting with the half-light of
the morn. All cars have their lights on and they dazzle me in the rear
view. We're going 80 MPH. But we're not awake yet. On this same
stretch of road during the day, we'd all be doing 65 MPH. Strange that
the morning commute makes you want to get to work faster. I wish I
didn't.I'm lost in thought. Trying to remember emails. Trying to craft emails
in my head. What should it say? How pathetic should I be? How
pathetic do I come off? This is pathetic, so concentrate on the road. Then this blog post comes up. Driving fast to work. Watching dawn
break in the east. Tail-gaters with their lights disorienting me. This
blog post.Did I just pass 95? Am I at work?Forty-two minutes. Sit down. Compose the post — 7:07 AM. Good morning.
