Chalk one up for the Russian Bear and ThoughtWorks Open Source.
CruiseControl.rb is here.
PS: CruiseControl and CruiseControl.NET haven't gone anywhere. We're just giving you more flavours. With that in mind, expect even more exciting stuff by the end of the week.
debootstrap
I moved out of my apartment last month and ran into the inescapable trouble of debootstrapping (no). The last step to moving out is cleaning, but to clean requires supplies and time. Time spent anywhere requires facilities. Facilities require supplies. Using facilities makes room, causing one to require food. Making room and eating food both create filth when all you're trying to do is clean! Argh!
Because of all this trouble, I've come up with this handy list:
Because of all this trouble, I've come up with this handy list:
- 2 boxes - one for cleaning supplies, one for the inevitable leftover items
- 6 rolls of paper towel. Trust me.
- many garbage bags
- vacuum
- Windex
- Mr. Clean
- CLR
- Toilet Duck
- 2 rolls of toilet paper
- bottled water
- carry-along food (pitas work well)
- small stereo
Global Musings.
I'm concerned about my career.
Three years ago I would have told you that I could never see myself employed in one place for more than a couple of years. Last year I would have told you I'd leave IT before I turned 26.
These days I'm not too sure about either. ThoughtWorks has employed me for the last 14 months and each step of the way I try hard to imagine working somewhere else. I can't. The people I've met, the work I've done, and the things I've experienced compare to no other company I've worked for or started -- and there's a few. But just when I'm in the mood to tally the company's shortcomings, emails like this find their way to my inbox:
Trevor is our CEO. "Global Musings" encompass his window into the company over the past few weeks. In larger companies I've worked for, email from the top is the kind of trivia that pushes me to drink. Instead, the emails I get from Trevor or Roy always put a smile on my face. If you'd like to know why, drop me a note. Include your CV, if you like.
Let's see how the next 14 months go. I might be here a very long time.
Three years ago I would have told you that I could never see myself employed in one place for more than a couple of years. Last year I would have told you I'd leave IT before I turned 26.
These days I'm not too sure about either. ThoughtWorks has employed me for the last 14 months and each step of the way I try hard to imagine working somewhere else. I can't. The people I've met, the work I've done, and the things I've experienced compare to no other company I've worked for or started -- and there's a few. But just when I'm in the mood to tally the company's shortcomings, emails like this find their way to my inbox:
Trevor is our CEO. "Global Musings" encompass his window into the company over the past few weeks. In larger companies I've worked for, email from the top is the kind of trivia that pushes me to drink. Instead, the emails I get from Trevor or Roy always put a smile on my face. If you'd like to know why, drop me a note. Include your CV, if you like.
Let's see how the next 14 months go. I might be here a very long time.
Republihacker 2007
It's perfectly understandable that a kernel hacker could be republican. Unlikely, given the general political climate of the open source community -- but understandable.
Except in 2007. I read an article Love linked to and it caused my remaining teeth to grind. If the choice was of which Sowell article to redirect his readers' attentions to, he chose wisely; reading Sowell is an obstacle-free method of reminding oneself that a significant portion of our educated media is still produced by extremist nutjobs. Or it's an easy doorway to an exciting new antidepressant addiction. Or both.
But if the choice was to discuss Obama's run for the presidency or the future economic landscape of the U.S.A.... this is truly a confusing choice for his small army of loyal nerd fans. Honestly, if the last eight years have not taught every American a valuable lesson in basic macro economics, nothing will.
I've been working in New York for a few months now and every day I find myself in political discussion of varying scale. With cab drivers on the way to the airport. With client designers, developers, QA, and project managers during lunch. With coworkers over beer. And with friends back home after I recount these previous experiences. My emotions have swung back and forth between intense pity and remorse on one hand (for the inevitable but deserved international backlash the US is increasingly unprepared to deal with) to disdain and anxiousness for resolution on the other. The pendulum comes to rest at a comfortable numbness that effectively blocks my innate desire to care about the future of a country whose citizens believe CNN is a reliable source of news. "Innate" is the wrong adjective there. But I do wish to care. I just can't.
I read Love's blog because [a] I have an unhealthy mancrush on the company he works for and [b] I think the work he does is awesome. With that in mind, I'm going to assume his political HREFs are typed in chokingly dry jest. This way, my complete lack of humour will permit such text to fade into the ether, leaving only gadgetry and sexy kernel patch action to attract my attention.
Remember when we were kids and a political discussion meant that it was time to play outside? Do you miss that as much as I do?
Except in 2007. I read an article Love linked to and it caused my remaining teeth to grind. If the choice was of which Sowell article to redirect his readers' attentions to, he chose wisely; reading Sowell is an obstacle-free method of reminding oneself that a significant portion of our educated media is still produced by extremist nutjobs. Or it's an easy doorway to an exciting new antidepressant addiction. Or both.
But if the choice was to discuss Obama's run for the presidency or the future economic landscape of the U.S.A.... this is truly a confusing choice for his small army of loyal nerd fans. Honestly, if the last eight years have not taught every American a valuable lesson in basic macro economics, nothing will.
I've been working in New York for a few months now and every day I find myself in political discussion of varying scale. With cab drivers on the way to the airport. With client designers, developers, QA, and project managers during lunch. With coworkers over beer. And with friends back home after I recount these previous experiences. My emotions have swung back and forth between intense pity and remorse on one hand (for the inevitable but deserved international backlash the US is increasingly unprepared to deal with) to disdain and anxiousness for resolution on the other. The pendulum comes to rest at a comfortable numbness that effectively blocks my innate desire to care about the future of a country whose citizens believe CNN is a reliable source of news. "Innate" is the wrong adjective there. But I do wish to care. I just can't.
I read Love's blog because [a] I have an unhealthy mancrush on the company he works for and [b] I think the work he does is awesome. With that in mind, I'm going to assume his political HREFs are typed in chokingly dry jest. This way, my complete lack of humour will permit such text to fade into the ether, leaving only gadgetry and sexy kernel patch action to attract my attention.
Remember when we were kids and a political discussion meant that it was time to play outside? Do you miss that as much as I do?
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