Archives week 48 of 2005
Nov. 28, 2005 - Dec. 4, 2005
The balance of time (So grand a title for so simple a topic...)
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Spent the rest of yesterday and all of today so far learning Asterisk (starting with the Asterisk The Future of Telephony book). It's more for our new venture, but it may come in handy for upcoming iterations of the VoIP project.
Probably start into experiments this evening. Yum, experiments.
Fun little Toronto Philosophy meeting (The key is to discuss philosophy...)
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Vindaloo.
Took a few hours off to hit the Toronto Philosophy group meeting. Good discussion focused primarily on the question of morality (and the sources thereof). Interesting set of sources, from culturally-inculcated objective idealism through utilitarianism and a sort of Lockian or Randian relativism.
Anyway, quite worth the trip down. Next meeting is the third Wednesday ...!-->!-->
That point where you don't want to change anything (Letting sleeping tickets lie...)
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We're pretty much down to deployment and testing tickets for the VoIP project soft launch. There's still a few legal-requirement tickets as well, but the basic code is all there. I'm starting to feel that impulse to draw a line and consider the project's first iteration well and truly finished.
Unfortunately, I haven't pulled in ...!-->!-->
Long day of dribs and drabs (Hushed mutter of tickets drifting to the ground...)
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There's a point in a project where everything that's left is either not a priority, or so messy and ugly that you just don't want to tackle it until you have a better spec. I think I'm almost there for the VoIP project. There's a few big-ugly items (such as 9-1-1 location-data verification and a ...
Flakes Against our Skin
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Vindaloo.
How many years have I danced alone
To rhythms, rhymes and dreams
Giving over hope to wandering notes
Great bird of fire, you once moved with me
Dazzling lights across smiling eyes
Strong bodies sliding softly 'cross the floor
Dark winters' solitude crept between us
Bodies cooling and fading to cracked stone
Softly falling snow ...!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->