Version control

Nothing like coming back to work after a two week absence, recalling that you'd finally debugged the critical code, then, upon surveying the four versions of the code stored on two computers, asking yourself, "Which one is the debugged one?" to bring home the point of version control.

(I'll just check and see which are the most recently modified batch; that'll be them. But still, I need to get my act together.)

In similar news, Harp 2.0 arrived on Saturday! Glee! It is so tiny and lightweight, and it has a beautiful, beautiful sound. The wire is wonderful. I have no idea how to play it, but we'll be working on that. (The technique for wire harp really is quite different from nylon. Sounds wonky, but it's true; if I play my normal way on the new harp, I'll end up with really sore fingers and a muddy mess of sound.)

...I guess it isn't Harp 2.0. That implies an upgrade to Harp 1.0, which this isn't; it's a totally new animal. WireHarp 1.0, then. Anyway. Glee!

What a total waste of a day

I can't access the computer I need to do my data runs on. My advisor said she'd make it accessible - at around 10:30. I'm still waiting.

Meh. Thesis edits in the meantime, I suppose, or the Chapter That Isn't A Chapter (also known as "I Tried This And It Didn't Work, But It Took Four Months of My Life So You Have to Read It.")

Yesterday, on the other hand...

1) Went to the 24 Hour Gym, which was closed.
2) Went grocery shopping.
3) Raked and bagged leaves with Moe.
4) Prepared roast beef in vegetable sauce for dinner.
5) Went to Northern Atlantian Bardic Guild's first meeting. Well run, has a purpose; I have high hopes for the group. I'll be teaching Early Period Music Theory next month.
6) Stopped by hueffmea's place, where cmccurry, aemccurry, Sarah and Josh were playing cards with hueffmea and his wife. Hadn't seen Josh in a dog's age; we'd both gotten married since last visit! Enjoyed a nice catch-up with folks; things stayed wonderfully civilized even when the conversation veered into religion and politics.

Quote of the Day

"I remember the silence, the eerie sound of silence. All I'd heard for two months in the trenches was the hissing, cracking and whining of bullets in flight, machinegun fire and distant German voices. But there was a dead silence that morning across the land as far as you could see."

Alfred Anderson, in an interview he gave last year. He was the last surviving Allied soldier who had been present at the WWI Christmas Truce. He died today at the age of 109.