This is my (in)activity log. You might like to visit my employer
Novell which is an amazing company, and also
Dell who in days of yore provided me with a
free laptop for Gnome development / conferences.
Also if you have the time to read this sort of stuff you could enlighten
yourself by going to Unraveling Wittgenstein's net or if
you are feeling objectionable perhaps here.
Stuff Michael Meeks is doing
- Awoken by B ( Julia's housemate ) going off to
put the horses on a walking machine to exercise them ( her
job ). More sleep.
- Had a wierd dream about drug use, and a police
raid, and a shotgun and other strange stuff. Woken by Julia
passing through to set up church ( in a local school ).
- Break fast, grunted at Alasdair and Julie, off
to church in the car ( which by now had developed an interesting,
expensive creaking noise in the power steering ).
- Lovely group of people, a very pleasant church
service, it's good to have a bricklayer giving the sermon which
while unfocused was interesting; on holiness. Also the free
form praise was rather inspiring and liberating.
- Met some people I hadn't seen for ages; Allison
Thompson and her Mum, good to catch up, she is so much better
than me at the violin now it's a shame, felt cowed. Still she
does teach it and play all the time.
- Drove around for a while seeing the lovely
countryside and trying to find a pub for lunch. Eventualy
retreated home for toasted, bacon and brie, olive bread
sandwiches which were extremely fine.
- Off for a walk around Julia's jogging route,
across some of the training area for the young horses, pretty
skylines in various directions, rather distracted by the matter
at hand. A lovely saunter.
- Back home for tea and chocolates, and then the
farewell and got a lift back into London with Alasdair and
Julie. Had a long and fascinating discussion with Alasdair
about the dangers of post stressed concrete girders and
demolishing buildings containing them. Interesting that
moterway bridges are designed for a lifetime of 120 years.
Julie fell asleep in the back.
- Tube / train home. My laptop decided to suspend
to disk extremely slowly; I was amazed when upon feeding it a
new battery it recovered nicely ( apart from some X screwups
a mode changed fixed ).
- Thought I was doing well with Dad ( being vague ),
but Mum saw through me. Tried to stall with a discussion of
power steering to no avail.
- Mum: "If she less than 6 years older that's fine,
XYZ aunt & uncle were very happily married..."
- Dad: "Does she look like the back of a bus ?" Me:
"Sadly not: extremely pretty when she smiles" Dad: "Very dangerous
these smilers" ( Father's philosophy of women is that ones that
look like the back of a bus don't run off on you ).
- Mum: "You don't want anyone from those awful flat
places" ( born in Yorkshire ).
- Dad: "I don't know anything about this strange piece"
- Mum: "So when am I going to meet her?"
- Dad: "Look what I was lumbered with" etc.
- An evening of general comedy :-)
In case it's not painfully obvious: the reflections reflected here are my
own; mine, all mine ! and don't reflect the views of Novell, The
Lithuanian Gov't or Arnold Schwarzenegger. It's also important to
realise that I'm not in on the Swedish Conspiracy.
Occasionally people ask for formal photos for conferences,
Michael Meeks (firstname.lastname@example.org)