Word to the wise, dear readers, that taco stand on Guadalupe and 29th
is, well, not good. NOT GOOD!

After filling up the car’s tires, I thought I’d grab a couple
breakfest tacos, and they were nothing short of horrible: measly
servings of eggs, dried out tortillas, and watery salsa.

Apache Xindice:

You might be wondering what a native XML database is good for? Well it pretty much has one purpose, storing XML data. If you don’t have any XML data, don’t want any XML data or think XML is the most over-hyped technology of the new millennium, then Xindice is not for you. We’re not out to change the way data in general is stored, only to provide a good solution for storing XML data. If you survey your projects and see XML popping out of every corner, then Xindice might be a real help for storing that XML.

The benefit of a native solution is that you don’t have to worry about mapping your XML to some other data structure. You just insert the data as XML and retrieve it as XML. You also gain a lot of flexibility through the semi-structured nature of XML and the schema independent model used by Xindice. This is especially valuable when you have very complex XML structures that would be difficult or impossible to map to a more structured database.

Oh, man, that’s got my mouth watering…so to speak.

Tuesday Evening Coffee Table Free Association

Disclaimer: For some reason, I thought it’d be fun to take a
picture of my coffee table and post it here: a sort of little
slice-o-Coté. Feel free, dear readers, to skip this post if it
seems dull, it’s just silly stuff. Also, I didn’t spell-check this
bad-boy.


My Coffee Table

First, we should start with the table itself. My mother was good
friends with an Isreali woman — Ireat Fickman…I don’t know how it’s
spelled, but the first name really sounds like “Irr-eat” — and when
she moved back to Isreal, my mom bought this coffee table for about
$15-30. As you can tell, the wood molding has been peeling
off the side. Nonetheless, the table is a nice, deep brown that,
really, I’d be happy to have my walls look like. Ahh, wood-paneling,
that’s my fantasy room.

Starting from my naked-foot, we have a 20% off coupon for Sheplers —
good ’till the 28th of March, partner! Then there’s an empty bottle of
what I thought was carrot juice when I bought it, but it was really carrot and orange
juice
. I liked drinking it, as the empty bottle will attest, but
it was kind of unseatling.

Then we have this month’s copy of Shout Ny. I’m not sure if I
like this magazine yet, but the trial issue I got had an interview
with Kool Keith that made my week; remember,
“Chinese people in Japan love Kool Keith’s music.” Essentially,
Shout ny seems like a younger, not so targeted at middle-aged
hipsters, version of Paper. Burried under the magazine and my
wallet is the xeroxed “This is Old Money!” poster I found at Quacks
and haven’t moved from the table since
I took a fote of it last week
.

But, let’s dwell on the wallet for a second. I’ve had that wallet for
quite sometime, perhaps even a decade. Recently, there’s been some
suggestion that, well, “chain wallets” aren’t quite the posh
anymore. It’s so nice though: I always feel like it’ll never fall out
of my pocket. As I recall, The Marlboro Man, no doubt seeing the utility of it, fashioned his own chain-wallet.

Resting over the remote control are a couple slips of paper I’ve
jotted little notes on to save for later. One of them has to do with
the (yet to be done) implementation of the meeting
scheduler
: how best can we represent the times a group of people
has available, and then figure out which times they have in common?
The other slip of paper is just a simple little API for a basic user
system: no permisions, just username, password, and properties. I
mean, don’t you just wish there was a simple user system with only a
few API classes (a User interface and a UserFactory/Service), some
taglibs, and support for, at least, DB support along with, perhaps,
some other SPI for the backend, all in a tidy little JAR? I sure do.

Then we have the most recent issue of UTNE magazine. I subscribed to
this magazine for 2 years some years ago, and they keep sending me my
“last issue.” I hope this one’s really the last issue, ’cause the
editorial board, or whatever, has gotten progressivly spaced-out
(“…and there ain’t no space”): the cover boasts stories like,
“Guerrilla Gardening, Take back your landscape,” or, “Eat it Raw! The
new twist in natural foods.” As I recall, I had a big ass stack of UTNE’s
that I leant to Morgen, who leant them to someone else, and so on.

Covering the UTNE magazine is last month’s Harper’s — yes,
yes, I subscribe to Harper’s…and sometimes I wish I got
The New Yorker too, though I wish there was something more
like The Austinite with a “Talk of the Town” equivilent. It’s
open to the book review section wherein some fellow ties together a
few books on the history of science. Man, have you ever studied any of
the history of science? Now, there’s some comedy right there,
centuries of it. (I’m sure we’re writing new chapters ourselves.)

In this month’s Harper’s — out of the frame, as it were, on my
lap — is an interesting article on numbness caused by, well, “our
modern culture,” or however you want to phrase that cliché idea (ironic, I suppose, because the whole idea that the idea of “our modern culture”/”consumer culture”/etc is a cliché, i.e., something that’s real, but that we’re tired of hearing about, is kind of a result of the numbness the article’s trying to describe). I’m always suspicious of any idea that claims to know
the average state of the millions of American citizens, but it starts
out with a Nietzsche
quote, and has a nice little passage on the busy 24/7 life-style:

The irony is that after we have worked really hard on something
urgent for a long time, we do escape numbness for a while — stepping
out of the building, noticing the breeze, the cracks in the sidewalk,
the stillness of things in the shop window. During those accidental
and transitional moments, we
actually get the feeling of the real
we were so frantacally
pursuing when we were busy. But we soon get restless. We can’t take
the input reduction. Our psychic metabolism craves more.

I’m not really sure how broadly that observation applies; I’m sure
it’s applicable to lone article writers and cerbrial types who like to
listen to the traffic outside while smoking on the balcony, or something
like that
. But, I wonder if “it” extends beyond that little self-created, well, reality
in itself.

But back to the coffee-table.

Atop the Harper’s is a watch my mother bought me while on a
cruise. I like it, and it serves me fine, but, man, I sure do miss
having the date on the watch. I’d gotten to used to it, and now I find
myself always mousing over the time on the Windows taskbar to extract
the date from the tool-tip. Do you do that?

Camera battery charger, cell phone…those things aren’t too interesting.

Then there’s my copy of The Art of Innovation by one of the
IDEO guys. I’ve read about 1/4 of it, and it’s good stuff. I just wish
I could find a book that was more than just a vision of work-paradise,
and more of a solid how-to-manual on making it happen.

Underneath the table is the dust-jacket to HST’s second collection of
letters, (brief aside here, as I look up the full title on
Amazon…have you noticed that O’Reilly is changing the covers of the
Java books back to etchings? They used to be photos of things that, I
suppose, were related to the topic at hand: I never understood what a
tea-keatle had to do with servlets, though. I kind of liked the photo
covers. I wonder if they had a big editorial fight like, “We’ve gotta
maintain consistancy with out brand!” over it…ahh, here’s the title)
Fear and Loathing in America : The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw
Journalist 1968-1976
. I’m almost done with this monster of a book,
having read a good 2-3 letters a day for the past few weeks. HST’s
letters are, in a way, inspirational simply because the man has such a
wild and fun style, and, somehow, manages to capture bar-room talk
mixed with brutally quick and strange thinking in his writing
perfectly.

Well, there’s some more stuff — my shoes, for instance — that
I could go on about, but I think I’m about done here.

I’ve been trying to avoid these “What X are you,” but, come on, “What HTML tag are you” was too hard to resists.



You’re the STYLE tag- you are very dramatic, but when you mess up or overdramatize something, you know it and you change.

I’ve been using VeryQuickWiki a lot
recently for simply documenting things as I work, and, man, it’s
really nice. Editing pages
is so easy, and the simplistic mark-up, along with the crips default
style sheet, creates really
sharp looking pages
.

I think the ultimate personal content tool would be a mix of a wiki
and a weblog. The wiki part would give you simple markup and the
ablity to easily edit and create new pages; the weblog part would
allow for serialized posting with support for keeping “archives.”

Sun’s XML Pipeline:

XML Pipeline is an XML vocabulary for describing the processing relationships between XML resources. A pipeline document specifies the inputs and outputs to XML processes, and a pipeline controller uses this document to figure out the chain of processing that must be executed in order to get a particular result.

Dude, that sounds sweet! That’s essentially what Zane and I were attempting to do before we, well, lost interest in favor of school and work (respectivly).

I ain’t looked at this Pipeline yet, but it’d be hella handy if it’s designed as JAXP.

I was looking through Nietzsche’s The Birth of Tragedy tonight to check for some archaic spelling, and I remembered what a great book it is. Though it may be dense as a fucking brick, and, at times takes a goog 30 minutes per page, I can safely say that it’s one of the books that’s changed my life and helped make me who I am today.

Here, let me see if I can find some of it’s magic…ahhh, here’s a thin slice:

In song and dance man expresses himself as a member of a higher community; he has forgotten how to walk and speak and is on the way toward flying into the air, dancing. His very gestures express enchantment. Just as the animals now talk, and the earth yields milk and honey, supernatural sounds emanate from him, too: he feels himself a god, he himself now walks about enchanted, in ecstasy, like the gods he saw walking in his dreams. He is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art: in these paroxysms of intoxication the artistic power of all nature reveals itself to the highest gratification of the primordial unity. The noblest clay, the most costly marble, man, is here kneaded and cut, and to the sound of the chisel strokes of the Dionysian world-artist rings out the cry of the Eleusinian mysteries: “Do you prostrate yourselves, millions? Do you sense your Maker, world?”

More from CowboyD email:

Think of [consulting] this way: the consulting side
of the business is is like a butt-plug. Yes, it can be uncomfortable at
times… but it blocks VCs from forcefully inserting something larger and
more abrasive.

(While his blog is down, I thought I might continue to fill in a tad.)

In four more months this weblog will
be 2 years old
. Not to wax all mopey, but, God damn, I (and I
don’t mean the weblog here) sure have gone through a lot of different
contexts and changes in those 2 years.

It’s all kind of strange, ’cause it seems like just yesterday —
or, at least, last month — that I was still working at FX and then Coral. I think
I’ve somehow blurred that huge ass span of time between then and now.

Jesus. Now I realize why that
HST quote below
stood out so strongly to me when I read it last
night. In fact, I’ve been feeling the electric-blue crackle that HST
used to have in my day-to-day life since driving
back from camping last week
.

There’s been a lot of talk among the fxiles
about getting th’ band back together, and I don’t mind publicly saying
that it wouldn’t take much at all, given the above realization of
time-blur, to get me to jump ship to something that — even though, no
doubt, would be hella unstable and risky — would make me feel drunk
all day without having sucked a single drop of Chivis.

“Why not? With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.”
Hunter S. Thompson, from a Feb. 1972 letter.

I woke up the morning with the clock reading 9:39AM, which seemed pretty late. Then I realized the power’d gone out yesterday, and it was actually 8AM. Boom! A whole hour given to me for free like I was a time-travler.

I would just like to be on the record as saying that I think painted on eye brows look freaky.

. . .

In other news, we have this from good old Ben Brown:

The goal of the challenge was to build a simple web site in just 1 hour using the text and images provided. What follows is the text I provided to the participants. Neither of the teams used the text, proving that web designers care more about flash animations and javascript image rollovers than amusing content, even if its already written and ready to go.

As an Austin Chronicle review of the “Iron Webmaster” event also points out, “When it was over, neither team got very far. Missing plug-ins and other glitches stalled the process.”

Flash! Plug-ins! Pipin’ hot content ready to be slapped into HTML! Oy!

Dude, somebody left me voice mail of them, like, brushing their teeth….I’m not sure that’s acceptable…I don’t know how to react…

Question: Does an HttpSession span multipule web applications?

Answer: Nope:

: Interface HttpSession

Session information is scoped only to the current web application (ServletContext), so information stored in one context will not be directly visible in another.

The Many Uses of Yuh!

From an e-mail by Charles on company by-laws and
growth in companies:

How much growth is too much? At some point, it is simply impossible to
maintain the small culture, no matter how slowly you grow, you’ll get to a
point where you’ll lose the “yuh!

This instance of “yuh!” as you can see, is to demark a concept of closeness and what they sometime call “1.0” in
The Industry, e.g., “EJB isn’t as ‘yuh!’ as XML-RPC.” Though, no doubt, any group or orginization could be said to have “the yuh!”, e.g., “Ever since Jordon left,
The Bulls, and basket-ball in general, just haven’t had the ‘yuh!'”

Of course, other uses still apply, e.g., “Dude…last night…I’m tellin’ ya…YUH!” Or, more recently, “Warren Buffett: YUH!”

WLS Docs on Crack, Part II

Look at the first HTML chunk from
this WebLogic document. What the hell is that all about? That doesn’t even work: you get an anonymous input box floating around in your form…

WebLogic…Oy!


mum

Tonight I’m going to an AMODA event to take fotes for Josh. I’m looking forward to seeing just what people from Iceland look like and do. I wonder what they like drinking.

You may be thinking, “What does Coté know about fote-taking?” Nothing, baby…but I get in free to hear, well, math-music (and, no doubt, not-so-math-music as well).

Woo-hoo!

. . .

I think I might miss the Celebrity Slug Fest on, you guessed it, FOX!

Pure Strategic thinking…itcould put us years ahead…

Found in
Quack's 43rd St. Bakery sometime ago...

I woke up early this morning to find that Comedy Central has blessed the
7AM-9AM demographic with the 1984 classic, Meatballs II.

In other news, does anyone have suggestions about how to help out in the
(business) requirements/use cases phase of development.
I’m not really sure I want to bust myself into the current, well, long lasting
one we’ve got at work, but it’d be nice to know how to grease
the skids for future encounters.

There’s plenty off crap written about it — stories in XP, use cases in RUP,
etc., etc. — but all of that seems geared towards programmers doing
requirements. How do we get non-programmers — the ones who end up doing the
requirements — to do all that nice stuff?

Anyone got success stories?


Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 01:40:08 -0600
Subject: Taco Stupid!
From: “Josh Knowles
To: “Michael Cote'”

If I ever start a Mexican fast-food chain, that’s what it’s going to be
called: Taco Stupid! (With the “!”, like Yahoo!) Imagine the big plastic
sign, bubbling red lettering with a yellow border, kinda bouncy like it’s
about to jump of the sign and land laughing in your lap — watch out! And
then you’ll be able to order, like, a taco combo plate (two soft tacos, corn
chips, and a Pepsi), but you’ll be able to “Stupid-Size It!” and get an
extra soft taco and a Stupid-Sized Pepsi. Maybe the flagship food product
will be *the* Taco Stupid! — a footlong taco with special hot sauce,
sixteen different vegetables, and a 1/4 lb of beef. Then there’d be Taco
Stupid! Junior, a smaller taco (but no less delicious!) that inexplicably
will come in a bright blue tortilla. And there’d be other products such as
Nacho Insane! and Burrito Ugly! “Yes, I’d like one Stupid-Sized Burrito
Ugly! combo with an extra Nacho Insane! Junior on the side.”And imagine the
television commercials featuring a joyfully plump mariachi guitarist who
hollars “Taco Stooooopeed!” with a crazy Mexican accent at the end of each
spot. And the postmodern craziness that comes before him, the stuff that’ll
appeal to the media-savvy younger set. Picture: some stoner-ish kid saying
“The new purple-cheese Extra-Mexi-Stupid-Sized Burrito Ugly! is so
-bleep-in’ good, I’m gunna rub it on the inside of your TV screen until you
go out and try one.” and then he smears one disgustingly on what appears to
be the inside of the glass on your TV screen, getting the purple cheese and
sixteen vegetables all over the place. Then we cut to the mariachi guy —
we’ll call him “Pedro” — on a white background yelling “Taco Stoooooopeed!”
With Taco Stupid!.

I will be a God.

I forgot what else I was going to say. Something intelligent, no doubt.

Josh


Categorized blog Posts

One of the obvious problems of web-publishing is getting
exposure. While this isn’t unique to web-publishing, it
certainly seems like it’s easier to solve than it is in meat-land.
It’s certainly something I’m always thinking about, even for my petty pages.

Anyhow, one little scheme is to somehow provide a wire-like service
for individual blog posts. That is, not just an indexer of blog, or an indexer of what blogs link
to
, but a categorized page of individual blog posts.

Essentially, it’d be almost identical to Yahoo!’s Full Coverage site,
except it’d list blog posts instead of news stories. A blog reader
would be able to read a wide slice of blogs about a specific subject;
a blog author would be able to reach a wider audience than the close
circle of regulars (God bless ’em!).

Enabling this, of course, requires (1.) the web site that provides
browsing the categorized post index to blog readers, and, (2.) the
ability for blog authors to add their posts to the web site. You could,
of course, do lots of fancy stuff with RSS feeds and some agreed on
markup for categorization within blogs, blah, blah…but the simplest
thing would be to just have a the web page and a form for adding posts
to each category.

Such a thing seems like it would exist already — and I have a vague
notion that Radio Community
Server
does this — which would be good, ’cause, as always, the
chances of me getting a system up and running to do anything that
requires a server are severely limited by my laziness when it comes to
getting a server setup and, of course, the prohibitive costs of doing
such.


Lord Humungus!

“What the Pentagon has done in this instance is sound, military, conceptual planning.”

Colin Powell is on Face the Nation — “scchheee-BS!” — and he’s basically saying that all this fussing over nukes is uncalled for: the Administration and the Military is just doing some conceptual planning.

Well, to me, that means that the old plans for using nukes aren’t quite as useful as they uses to be; that is, if you’re doing “planning,” you’re probably coming up with something new because your old plans, if they were sufficient, wouldn’t need to be “updated” or re-conceptualized. Thus, to be wildly speculative, American is formulating new plans for when and how to use their nukes.

Now, of course, if you don’t mind the use of nukes in war, then you’re position would be, “yeah, Mr. Programmer, big deal: as you should know, new situations and contexts come up all the time, in any field, and you gotta regroup your plans.” But, if you’re like me, and nuke-ware seems like, well, basically the worst thing that could ever happen, any sort of movement in America’s nuke policy except the elimination of nukes is bad. (Granted, today’s NY Times story says, “[t]he Bush administration has said that it plans to reduce strategic nuclear weapons to between 1,700 and 2,200 warheads, a big reduction from the 6,000 or so nuclear weapons that the United States has now,” which is something good.)

And that seems what all the hubbub is about: Nukes! Whao! Death from above! Radiation! Skin peeling off!

Granted, it’s not like we can’t have nukes: the grand game of chicken that is mutual assured destruction is a “game” that can never stop. Until they’re used to blow us into the reign of Lord Humungus, any nation’s defense plan will require the use of nukes, it seems, either as in using nukes themselves, or having nukes used against them. As Condi Rice said later on Meet the Press, “What we constantly look at is how to we deter the use of a weapons of mass destruction against us…[t]he only way to deter the use is to guarantee that the response will be devastating.”

Like so much in The Industry, policy in government is probably more driven by the limitations of legacy systems, then the possibilities of new systems.

JOHO on IM + $$:

To the vendors (to generalize), IM looks like a way of interrupting someone you know is in her office in order to get a quick answer to a question. To the rest of us, IM looks like a way a set of buddies can stay in touch. I would have thought that businesses would be eager to capitalize on the untapped knowledge management potential of buddy lists. Instead, buddy lists apparently look like a way people can distract one another.


Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 15:49:19 -0800 (PST)
From: “Josh Knowles”
Subject: Re: Bitter
To: cote@pobox.com

>  Got any camping tips...well, besides the obvious,
> "Bring lots of Smucker's Jelly" and "Don't
> trust anyone named 'Buford.'"

 - Don't make eye-contact with the wildlife.
 - Keep your hands to yourself.
 - Don't picket within 50 ft of the voting place.
 - No chewing gum.
 - Clean up after yourself -- I'm not your mother.
 - If attacked by a large animal, calmly explain your position using clear
logic and possibly a chart or two. Most predators respond positively to a
well-planned defense.
 - "No" means "no."
 - Other campers have feelings, too -- don't poke at them with sticks.
 - If you run out of drinking water, try filtering your urine through handfuls
of dirt!
 - If you find yourself naked and decoratively painted in the blood of your
foes on your drive home, camping is not for you.

Enough of that, then.
Josh.

“Hello, I’m back again…”

Double Chivis? Well, hell yes!

Ahh, dear readers, it’s been quite sometime, as many have
noted
. My only explanation, as I was telling CowboyD, is that I’ve been
in a rut. After finishing the last project at work, it’s been quite
slow — code wise — there, and slow work usually means a slow
mind. But enough of that meta-content, onto, no matter how frivolous,
some content.


Leash the Kids

Early this morning, around 1AM, a pack of Boy Scouts invaded Kim and
I’s camp ground at Enchanted Rock. They were loud, talked like young
boys do — e.g., “Oh please, Jimmy, pull the rope harder! Come on!” —
and pissed Kim off to no end. We’d been camping there since Thursday,
and had quite a fine time. However, inre: lugging shit over a small
hill: mental note…make sure cooler has wheels.

I feel fantastic now that I’ve taken a few days off work, lugged shit
around a state park, and camped out with a beautiful girl for a few
days. And, then, of course, driving is always fun: esp. getting first
sighting of Austin which, as always, makes me get a big stupid grin on
my face every time I see the sky-line. As Wayne sings,
“I’m goin’ back to Texas, back to the only gal I’ve every known.”
Which, shouldn’t be taken literally inre: my “gal”, but just as a
nice rejoinder to the thought of being happy to be back home.


“There’s two groups who think God gave them the same piece of land,
both of which aren’t
going to give up
until they have it.”
–Michael Bloomburg, on
you-know-what,
on The Capital Gang, CNN.

After two days absence, I’m hungry for what the news is, but it seems
like the only thing of note is (1.) fighting
in ‘stan
, (2.) steel
tariffs
, (3.) ass,
and, (4.) then this:

“[T]he Bush administration has told the Defense Department to prepare,
on a contingency basis, plans to use nuclear weapons against at least
seven countries.
The military was also directed to build smaller
nuclear weapons for use in certain battlefield situations, the
newspaper reported.”

Whao, nelly! Is it me, or do ya’ll think Junior’s a little far gone on
the war path? I mean, I understand tracking down people in response to
a domestic attack…but, damn, don’t we have La cia, or can’t
we at least borrow 007, for all that heavy shit?

Nukes?

What…are they fucking nuts?!


Lietzke goes to the PGA!

In lighter news, it looks like our man Lietzke,
though he may never have made it to Hollywood
, finally made
the headlines. Ahh, the fruits of having a pocket sized digital
camera!

As doozer
pointed out in a longer post about kicking ass — scoring double
points for using the word “brawl” 3 times, and triple
word score for “barroom brawl” — Brenna has re-done the old
page
. Maybe my brain’s been boiled by too much sun out there at
Enchanted Rock, but for the life of me, I can’t find the link to the
blog. On that note, I think it’s time again for the
silliness
.

With that, all I can leave you, dear readers with, is…YUH!

Always Wednesday

One of the best pieces of advice I’ve gotten at work so far came from one of the smart fellas here, Stefan. It basically boils down to this: whenever someone asks how long something will take, always say “Wednesday.” Implicit in this, of course, is that you could say, “the Wednesday two weeks from now,” etc., but the end date is always Wednesday.

Some how, that just seems like pure genius.

I setup a little Wiki at work, using the VeryQuickWiki instance. It’s on the Cobalt Intranet, so there’s no access for you, dear readers. But, I just wanted to say that VeryQuickWiki seems like a fine Java instance of Wiki, ifin’ your hankering to set on up.

During this week’s Coral lunch, several of the folks were astounded to learn that there was, indeed, another web-log that I post quite frequently to. It’s really just a method of doing bookmarks — now that DeepLeap is long dead, blogger provides a good way to save “access anywhere” bookmarks — so the “weblog” is really just a list of links.

Anyhow, here it is: http://www.wunderkammer.org/links/.