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Or “How to proofread a job posting”. I came across this posting on the python group I’m a member of on (in?) Linked In. The first typo, was a bit awkward, but I could see how it would happen during an editing/revision session when that session wasn’t followed by a proofreading. “Our client is a leader in the worldwide leader”. So, what you’re saying is they lead? But what actually cracked me up was the simple substitution of a “t” where a “d” should go.

I can’t count how many times I have looked on the back of a photograph hoping the photographer wrote down who those people are, or when or where the photo was taken. Well, it would actually be a fairly small number, but boy is it annoying when you want the data and it just isn’t there. Digital cameras will almost always automatically embed date information for you (and if not, then the software you pick them up with will!

Because of the Second Life reference, I was pointed at this Boston Globe post. I was amused by the following juxtaposition: …there will be greater access to government, with online services to let anyone question members of the president’s Cabinet or track every dime of the federal budget. … Judging by the campaign’s position paper on technology policy – calls and e-mails to the Obama transition team were not returned – the president-elect believes…

There are people in my life who, when they keep re-appearing, cause me to ask myself why. I can only assume it’s because they have a lesson to teach me and I’ve not learned it yet. I have to assume it’s something about communication style with this individual. As Carolyn put it, “Some geeks are cute. Their social awkwardness leading to a shyness that can be endearing. Others are just off-putting.

Sam has been exploring what it means to be alive. We tell her trees are alive, but rocks aren’t. Flowers are alive, but cars aren’t. I’ve been using growth as a proxy for life when Sam asks “Why aren’t cars alive?” “Are trucks alive?” We were going through some of this today eating out on the patio of “House of Curries” on Solano Ave in Berkeley (or is it still Albany there?

I was riding my motorcycle to work the other day when I saw a service van that I thought was pretty funny and made me think of one of those joke vans they use on the Simsons to indicate that it’s really a spy van trying not to be a spy van. Simpsons example: Flowers By Irene In this case, the van was emblazoned with a picture of a water heater and the company name “Just Water Heaters, Inc.

I’ve been mentioning Sam’s stories recently. Mom just read Sam a draft of another children’s story, and now Sam is “writing” and telling stories. The most recent one is something about how when Mommy was a little girl and Sam was a bigger girl and there was a fox in the woods and we made it to the top of big rock candy mountain. (She’s also been listening to the soundtrack of “O Brother, Where Art Thou?

Overheard today as Sam saw me go into the home office to get my stuff together to go into the office today: Mommy, I have to do some work today {pause} on the computer. No doubt b/c of yesterday. She threw a mini-fit at dinner time because it was time to wash hands instead of continuing to play with alphababy.

As a preface to this post, it’s important to understand that Sam still doesn’t enunciate very clearly. She can’t properly create all the phonemes in the English language. Sam’s babysitter was impressed with how much Sam talked, but bemoaned how little she could understand of what Sam was saying. We’re pretty good at making it out. After all, we’ve been listening to her since she was born! Anyway, words like “Turtle” don’t yet sound like “turtle” It’s more like “tor lul”.

It’s funny to me how apt a name Camus was for our cat. While perhaps only in stereotype was our cat an absurdest existentialist cat. He hardly qualified as warm and friendly. Really, if you imagine a cat named Camus, you’d probably be pretty spot-on. But he wasn’t always called Camus. When I first met him, his name was “Match.” I don’t know what, exactly, inspired me to give Carolyn a cat for her birthday in 1995.