Monthly Archives: March 2008

I never leave the house without a book. Half of you are nodding, the other half shaking your heads. My parents were in the latter camp and didn’t understand, apparently thinking “capability equals intent” and that all I wanted to … Continue reading →

[Still writing. Being a Dad and doing a bit of a crunch at work is taking precedence over scribbling. But here is a little piece I wrote a while back that attempts to make a (weak) connection between glowing pickles … Continue reading →

One friday afternoon in July, 1984 the rumor floated through the halls: Jack Tramiel had bought Atari, and we were all going to be killed. Or laid-off. Or something. My office-mate had worked at Commodore a few years earlier (where … Continue reading →

I think the Slashdot / Reddit effect has more or less passed.  Phew.  My regular 12 (now, 11) readers should have no trouble getting to the site now. Mom: “What’s the Slashdot effect?” Oh man, that’s really going to be … Continue reading →

“Daddy, when I grow up, I want to ride a motorcycle.” [He's 3 1/2...] “We’ll talk.”

A video on Java in Blu-Ray.  link  

Every time you use “#define”, God kills a start-up. The inability to spell is still no excuse for abbreviations like CUST_TBL and PROD_REM. At some point before this you’ve crossed into being lazy.  [It might have been an excuse in … Continue reading →

In the fall of 1981 I was going to college and became addicted to the Atari arcade games Centipede and Tempest. I knew a little bit about the hardware of the Atari 400/800 home computer systems, and decided to make … Continue reading →

Atari has a history of landing slightly used, kind of borderline execs.  Phil’s joining an org with a grand tradition, a company with a decades-long and sweeping legacy of unshakable commitment to adequacy.  Link.  

Our little boy (“No: Big! I’m a *Big* boy”): Loves apple juice Loves dried apples (especially the ones his grandmother makes) Hates apples (“Yuck!”) It’s ironic.  I’d like to try mixing the two to see if he’ll eat the result.  (On … Continue reading →