Things that talk to me.
How to reach me. You can find me at .
Things I've done.
|I like working in multiple media, especially||poems|
|and||paintings (want one?).|
|Random obsessions include||cardboard boxes,|
|and||the most expensive thing I've ever bought.|
|Mathematically speaking, there's||an investigation-in-progress of category algebras,|
|a paper on tilings,|
|a solution to a problem from Google,|
|an investigation into discrete knots,|
|and||a solitaire game.|
|Just for fun, here's||a humorous maze puzzle,|
|another maze game,|
|and||a puzzle about movie ratings.|
|Moving toward software, there are a couple of||live wallpapers for Android (also a paid version),|
|plus articles||critiquing test-driven development,|
|complaining about version control,|
|pontificating on good coding style in general,|
|applying XSLT to indentation,|
|and||describing localization on autopilot (may be subscription-only).|
Things I've done that you might want to hide from your kids. For stuff that's more raunchy or otherwise sensitive, see my complete poems, and short stories in a venerable smut magazine and an anthology of some friendly local perverts.
People I know. Check out my very cool partner (read her stuff and tell her I sent you), and my illustrious forebear. And my employer, also quite cool (need some software with that hardware?). Here are some of my favorite people to hang out in a cafe with, another charming eclectic humanoid creature, one of the groovier Berkeley couples, an inscrutable colleague, and some weird musicians.
People I'd like to know. Here's a crypto guy and writer. Probably not far from me are an applied topologist and writer whose Web design skills are a lot like mine, and a wise and angry humorist. Somewhere in England are a fantasist of things weird and true, never to be confused with J.K. Rowling; a mathematician and kindred spirit who died in 1954; and a master of creepy stories, now dust as well. And there's the Russian bard. It would be cool to meet the people who made my favorite movies. And if I had to pick a stranger to sleep with, I'd go for some selected pop musicians and actors.
Things I'm playing with. For personal projects, I like a venerable geek's workspace, a language that used to be trendy, a classic data/presentation combo, something to make Windows cooler, some more GNU glue, and sometimes a language that's big in Japan. Also my little moment-freezer.
Things I've found (that aren't in Google yet).
At the Coptic monastery of St. Jeremias in Saqqara, Egypt, perhaps just before it was abandoned late in the sixth century A.D., a man enciphered a message in monalphabetic substitution and scratched it on the wall inside the door to a courtyard in a curious bid for immortality. “In the name of God before all things,” the inscription calls out beseechingly across the centuries, “I, Victor, the humble poor man—remember me.”
The Codebreakers, David Kahn (New York: The Macmillan Company, 1967), p. 86
“Looking is giving a direction to one's sight,” observed Leonardo da Vinci. “A bird is an instrument...it opens its wings quickly and sharply, bending in such a way that the wind...raises it. And this I have observed in the flight of a young falcon above the monastery at Vaprio, to the left of the Bergamo road, on the morning of 14 April 1500.”
The Art of Looking Sideways, Alan Fletcher (Phaidon Press, 2001), p. 179
If all the matter in the Universe were made transparent, all except for the roundworms, we would still be able to discern our planet's face, the landscape, the trees and plants, and the animals, from the ghostly fog of their burden of roundworms.
Deep Time, Henry Gee (London: Fourth Estate, 2000), p. 106
If the world were well rid of every Czar, then the most greedy, the most cruel, and the least truthful of those left would call themselves Czars — and the rest would let them do it.
But we need not love Czars, and we need not become them.
The Ghost Drum, Susan Price (Farrar Straus Giroux, 1987), p. 160
Wilsonia had about thirty people, most of them relatives. It was too small to have a zip code, and the main industry was jury duty. My grandfather named the streets, and my dad paved them. Everything was compulsory, or else it was forbidden.
What I Love about Lesbian Politics Is Arguing with People I Agree With, Kris Kovick (Boston: Alyson Publications, 1991), p. 90