Classical learning curves for common editors
Posted by Doug Thu, 09 Feb 2006 14:22:59 GMT
I’m not certain where this originated from, but this link was pasted in #emacs.
Who's your Customer?
Posted by Doug Wed, 08 Feb 2006 20:35:37 GMT
This is an interesting observation on AJAX web calendars by Joel Spolsky:
Why so many Ajax calendars? My theory is that about a year ago, there was a lot of buzz (possibly true, possibly false) about Google shipping a calendar, and everybody thought, oh gosh, it’s gonna be really good, like Gmail, and then Yahoo! is going to be embarrassed again, and run out and buy the best Ajax calendar company they can find, just like they did with Oddpost, making those very funny kids millionaires overnight. So people aren’t really building calendars to sell to people like me who need calendars: they’re building calendar companies to sell to Yahoo!, which, for some reason, has given up on the old concept of hiring programmers to write code, and is going with this new age concept of buying entire companies on the hopes that they might contain a good programmer or two, which, by the way, is a sure sign of trouble for a technology company.
I haven’t really used any of the web calendars, but he may be right. This fits in with my thinking about building products: you have to build something for customers. I think not enough companies spend time thinking about and delivering what their customers want. In this case even the “Web 2.0” companies are failing at that.
Black Sci-Fi Writers and White Sci-Fi Writers
Posted by Doug Tue, 31 Jan 2006 16:20:49 GMT
This story touched me, but I’m not totally sure what I want to say about it:
Black sf writers and white sf:
Pam’s a talented science fiction writer in her own right, and her discussion of her journey from being a black kid watching an all-white science fiction universe on her TV, to discovering Earthsea, to her career as a writer, to the betrayal she felt at the adaptation of Earthsea is moving and eloquent.
Usually it would be just me in the basement sprawled on the floor surrounded by snacks, Legos and books to read during the commercials. If he was off shift, sometimes Dad would come down and join me in his leather recliner by the stairs. Every once in a while Mom called down from the kitchen Are you letting her watch those weird things? And we’d lie in unison, No. If she came down to check for herself, Dad would get in trouble.
Dad had his own names for the movies.
What’s this? ‘Escape to a White Planet?
It’s called ‘When Worlds Collide.’ I’m sure I sounded indignant.
‘Mars Kills the White People.’ I love this one.
Daaaaad. It says it right there. ‘War of the Worlds’. I know I sighed heavily, but was careful to turn back to the tv before rolling my eyes.
Once he asked me which was more real, the movie or the skits between. I didn’t get it, and told him that they were both stories, so they were both fake. He didn’t bring it up again until a skit came on. I can’t remember if it was a ‘Soulman’ skit or one of the caveman gags (the cavemen were multicultural — basic white, Polish, Italian, and black). But I remember Dad saying, how come you never see anybody like that in the stories you like? And I remember answering, maybe they didn’t have black people back then. He said there’s always been black people. I said but black people can’t be wizards and space people and they can’t fight evil, so they can’t be in the story. When he didn’t say anything back I turned around. He was in full recline mode in his chair and he was very still, looking at me. He didn’t say anything else.
