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, saw J off to work, James not commented
on my libglade python stuff; sigh. Chewed mail misc.
- Suckered by the TV a bit - it remains to be seen
how accurate the military hardware is these days. Didn't
realise the US hit a Mosque in error last time - I can see
how the image of a charred Qu'ran is horribly offensive to
- On with libglade-convert hackage, talked to
James H on the phone. Committed some of my changes, worked
on the improved way to handle GtkNotebooks.
- Dinner, set off for the airport; hacked on the
- Arrived, met John and went to collect Jenny, and
Sir Brian Jenkins, off to the Hotel.
- Met in the Lobby, interesting talk with Sir Brian
over a large G&T about the Euro (he's agnostic, but has a
personal dislike), ethical investment, what Barclays is up
to, etc. Explained the ethics of free software to the chap,
and then the Ximian business case; and learned about the
importance of software to Barclays / Woolwich.
- Discovered that SB. was Lord Mayor of London
during my time at Christ's Hospital - I thought I recognised
his face. So I would have got my 'shilling' (20p) from his
private purse from his hand. Interestingly he was mayor when
the IRA's Baltic Exchange attack happened, very interesting
to listen to. Apparently Barclays doesn't mention 'charitable'
giving as such in it's report, but as it talks about it's
contributions ( which are substantial ) starting with th 1Bn
tax bill it pays. Also, didn't realise that the UK was the
world's 4th largest economy after the US, Japan and Germany.
- Off to an Italian restaurant, had some very
thick, red, transylvanian wine - drink it before it
congeals. Some excellent food, and a glimpse into a rather
different world. Despite the waiter being asked for a new
bottle every 10 minutes, luckily we survived without quite
- Back to the hotel, bed, clapped out.
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 (email@example.com)