St. John of the Cross
The text I quoted yesterday from Loreena McKennitt is actually by St. John of the Cross; she interpreted it and sang it. It's from his "Dark Night of the Soul".
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The text I quoted yesterday from Loreena McKennitt is actually by St. John of the Cross; she interpreted it and sang it. It's from his "Dark Night of the Soul".
I took the BeliefNet "What's your spiritual type?" quiz and got a "25: Hardcore Skeptic". What, just because I don't believe in the supernatural?
I should try the Hacker Test again. I remember that I got another two points in April.
On the license-discuss mailing list, a message from John Cowan:
Brian Behlendorf scripsit:> I can modify it to fix a bug which crops up under certain conditions and
> causes a core dump, which doesn't change its behavior, it just makes it
> more robust. I can then build that, and create a var-qmail package, and
> redistribute that, under DJB's terms.
Nope, that *does* change its behavior. If the original qmail core dumps, you have to core dump too.
"If Parliament does not mean what it says, my lord, it must say so."
-- A.P. Herbert
I went to Berkeley and visiting with Michelle and then went by and saw the BookFinder crew. Then Dan dropped by and I visited him briefly; he gave me back my Feynman Lectures and, as a bonus, let me borrow his own audio version of the same.
In the evening, I went to the BAD Keysigning party in the City. This was my first keysigning, and I was trying to explain to some friends about what a keysigning is. To me, it's a natural and normal thing, and very important, but quite a few people have never heard of PGP or GPG or public key algorithms or hash functions...
The party was a real party, with a bunch of people holding lively conversation for some hours. It was punctuated by sheets of paper and photo ID passed around the table, and notations made by individuals about which keys they considered properly validated. I returned home with a full page of notes and scribbles, which I then duly translated into a collection of digital signatures I sent back to Evan.
I also saw five or six people I knew there. It was fun.
On transit and sitting on a couch at BookFinder, I finished The Name of the Rose. It is a tragic story, even if a tragedy written in praise of comedy.
My arms felt much better than on Tuesday.
Cody's has so much new since I was last there; it was very overwhelming, because I've promised to buy no books until I get a job. So I'm generally avoiding bookstores, but they really accumulate exciting new inventory in my absence.
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