July 18th, 2003

documentation, writing, quill

To re-read...

Thanks to technocracygirl, I must now haul up copies of Betsy-Tacy, Betsy and Tacy Go Over the Big Hill, and Heavens to Betsy. I loved those books when I was a kid.

(By "kid", I mean "probably three to five years under the intended reading level of same books".)
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Spam:

"Joan lets face it, Rates arent going any lower"

Heh. In this economy? Heh. I say it again. Heh.
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I *cannot* believe...

I cannot believe that in a /. conversation about honeypots and honeytokens, no one out of 200+ commenters made a quip about honeybuckets.

So after I read the entire discussion (after leaving a few Anonymous Coward snipes at trolls), I left a comment with that quip in it.
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Nyah.

I finished reading The Heart of Darkness in under 24 hours. Of course I don't entirely understand it, but I've read the whole thing. Shall have to tell Kilbridge.

But then, I'm extraordinary.
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Why _The Heart of Darkness_ could be written:

The story of Kurtz's descent into darkness was made possible, in that setting, by good, old-fashioned fear-of-the-Other, and the inherent belief that British society was the best, the only, way for an Englishman to conduct himself. To slip from that, to see things through the eyes of the Other, to become tyrant over the Other and, in doing so, yourself become the Other, was unthinkable, horrible.

Shrunken heads are displayed about the house. The idea implied is that Kurtz put them there himself, or caused them to be placed there. This is horrible to the British sensibilities, and perhaps a step beyond what the original tribe would have done themselves?

There was this horror of 'going native'. It was not only a paradigm shift, a change in thoughts, but it was a betrayal of all that the culture held to be good, true, and right. To be an Englishman was to sit at the top of society. There was no imaginable better outlook on life but that of God. To deny this heritage, to abandon it, was to betray it.

I found that the novel hinted of dark deeds, and a great evil, but I found in there just a rather lot of culture clash, and one man going slowly nuts.

As he believed that to go native was to become evil, he found evil within himself, and embraced it. It stands today as an example of the power of the mind, the power of preprogrammed preconceptions.
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Allusion and plagiarization

If I should make a passing reference in a scholarly paper about putting pearls before swine, or being bounded in a nutshell, a casual reader would see the literary allusion, get my meaning, and pass on to the rest of the paper.

If I should mention that our narrator was particularly regretful at the helmsman's death, and mention that the spear in the Other's heart is the spear in your own, a casual reader might think that those were my words. A not-so-casual English teacher might bring me up before the Dean on plagiarization charges, as I'd just made an uncited reference to the words of Surak via Diane Duane.

The difference? Publicity. Almost everyone in the English-speaking scholarly world knows the Bible and Shakespeare. Not everyone knows Spock's World; not everyone had that book as more influential than the above two bodies of work in their teenage years. I can cite Surak on a number of fronts, and don't think anything of it.
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*giggle*

Discussing with grifyn the fine art of Throwing Stuff In Malls. [link is friendslocked]

Items discussed: candy, little glass bottles with message inside saying "You suck!". Other fun items might be paintballs, or condoms... ah, condoms from Heaven. Launched from a slingshot.

Things that will break are probably not very safe to launch from a slingshot. Nope.

Even if they do contain little bits of paper saying, "You suck!"
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Class names

I've decided that I may refer to my only class on Friday by a different name than the one in the schedule ("Connectivity"). Instead, I think I will refer to my two-hour class with Professor Sandstrom as he talks about the nitty-gritty details of plugging things into other things and having them talk to each other as either "Hacking 101" or "Dessert".

Perhaps "Hacking 101" should be the course name as a whole. He's going to be teaching us about packet sniffing, and building firewalls, and likely breaking things as well. I'm tempted, very very tempted, to take my next batch of blood money and head to the mall and get that hat I was talking about.

In class, you can tell which one I am. I'm the one who's generally in black, who's clinging on to almost every word, with the manic Azzgrin on. That comes in two phases, by the way. 'Evil' and 'delighted'.

But the Friday class should definitely be dessert. First of all, it's on a Friday. I've only got one class on Friday. It starts at ten. Plenty of time to wake up. It's Professor Sandstrom, who's a male geek with long curly reddish hair and well-groomed facial hair, over six feet tall, and of the teddybear body type. Deep, strong voice. Really, really, really intelligent. White-hat hacker. Good sense of humor. (I just sent him the http://www.roadkill.net/madmins/CAT509pro.html link. I think he'll dig it.) And it's a good bunch of kids, and it's stuff that I'm very definitely into learning. And then, afterwards, I can just go home and chill, or hit the library...

Yep. Happy Loony.
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tugging

I feel like I'm being pulled mallwards. Why, I can't say. Besides returning library books, that is.
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Finally!

At last, my hair is long enough to braid practically. This means that I may put it in a braid before I fall asleep, lest it freak me out by wrapping around my neck if left loose. Not to mnetion the tangles...
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Household

Did dishes.
Vacuumed.
Finally put away laundry.
Cleared assorted stuff off floor.