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Open Source as an Ant Farm
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It is always safe to learn, even from our enemies; seldom safe to venture to instruct, even our friends. |
Tuesday, August 31, 1999
One year ago: Cold Mountain
Two years ago: Knight-Errantry
Monday I went to work, came home, read journals, then went to sleep before ten o'clock! As my mother would have said, I must have needed it.
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I didn't mention here (but I did in my weblog, now called Anita's LOL) that Jack wrote a piece on Slashdot that got a good response! "Open Source as an Ant Farm" took off from an article that discussed the art award given to Linus Torvald for Linux. Check it out if you haven't read it already! While we were down at his parents' place, he'd been checking Slashdot often, to see if it was posed yet.
Since the article was posted last week, I've been sending Jack pointers to the weblogs that have linked to it (Bifurcated Rivets and Iboy, that I know of) and he's gotten a fair amount of correspondence about it. The slashdot guys, Commander Taco et al, even mentioned it on Geeks in Space, their Internet radio show, and it was discussed on the About.com radio show, also! Pretty good coverage, considering the number of items posted on Slashdot every day. Jack is already thinking about what topic to write about next.
He's also probably going to be locating a web server at my apartment. I'll get an ADSL line and a domain of my own out of the deal. It means that I must never let the electricity be turned off again, that's for sure!
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I went to one of the Savoy Swing Club's intersession dances tonight. We hold these because we are committed to rent the space every Tuesday night of the year, so we need to do something with it in between class sessions.
When we were looking for a theme, I apparently suggested "Back to School," with a lesson theme of "back to basics." This was improved by Karen Holt: we made the dance a benefit for a charity that collects school supplies for poor children around the world.
I managed to sign on to volunteer this time. I haven't been unwilling to do this, but often I don't know ahead of time if I'll be able to make it to the dance! Carla put my name down to work the door for forty-five minutes, which I did without problem.
I didn't stay very late. Whether I was tired, or just off my form, I found that I wasn't enjoying the dancing the way I should have been, and decided to call it a night.
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