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
- Up early; chewed mail, off to Millbank.
- Tried to fix up CORBA Policy problem thrown up by a
change in a default inside ORBit. Started making an evolution
import filter from my procmail hacks.
- Arrived rather too early at the Tate, sat around and
chatted to some Swedish lady artist. Finally the lady arrived,
looking demure: lots of lovely pinky, reddy, floraly crinkly
- We wandered round the exhibition ( apparently the
largest of Blake ever collected ), lots of strange dodgyness
in his art, his pantheon of created creatures was most strange.
- 'The Tiger' ( of burning bright fame ) turned out
to be available in several versions, all extremely small, and
the tigers rather anaemic.
- Hard to focus on the art with a rather more
exquisite specimin nearby. Liked the illustrations of some of
Dante's work also, a rather good scene of the crucifixion from behind
only seeing the reflected glory in peoples faces.
- Suddenly realized it was nearly 2.00, the 1/2 hour
lunch break having gained a rather sumptious extra hour, Julia
had to hurry back.
- Having frowned upon 'petting' in public ( esp.
railway stations ) in the past, rather changed my tune ( parting
on a tube needs more thought ).
- Sandwich on the train and more hacking.
- Got together a new Bonobo release - 0.32, wait for
the paper bag errors to start rolling in.
- Implemented the gb Environ and Environ$ functions for
Scott Blomfield. Committed Matthew's Screen object code. Discovered
a nasty bug in gnome-print's font listing code. Fired off Bonobo
release notes. Got another gb patch from William - today is gb patch
day it seems.
- Providentialy Ben was ill so I didn't go out for
dinner / drinks with him and could thus field several super
embarassing problems in the latest bonobo release.
- Found a most excellent poem at the back of a book
Julia let me have "God's Chosen Fast" [ NB. not hasty, not eating ]
by Arthur Wallis:
On Sinai's mount, with radiant face,
To intercede for heaven's grace
Upon a stubborn wayward race,
Once lifted from the miry clay,
When opposition came his way
This soldier-king would often pray
A seer, possessed of vision keen,
Who told the troubled king his dream,
Had light on God's prophetic scheme
The prophetess in temple court
Beheld the Babe the two had brought;
For Him she long had prayed and sought,
He came to break the yoke of sin,
But ere His mission could begin
He met the foe and conquered him
'Set these apart', the Spirit bade.
A spring, that soon vast rivers made,
Broke ope by men who as they prayed
So shall they fast when I am gone';
Was this no word to act upon ?
Ask countless saints who fought and won
When we shall stand on that great day
And give account, what shall we say,
If He should ask us, 'Did you pray -
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)