Ongoing Monday morning meeting saga update: made it!

Massaged CVS log messages to include the username under which a commit is made. This way we don't have to cvs up to see who made a change. I am pushing for the inclusion of the $Id: 13,v 1.1.1.1 2001/10/01 05:36:42 davidjin Exp $ keyword in each CVS-managed file, so that we can tell who last made a change just by looking at the file.

When I started attending classes at the beginning of this fall semester, OhioOnline and I agreed that I would work 30 hours per week. I did quite well in the beginning, but difficult classwork and recurring flu-like illness in the last few weeks has brought the average down to 25 hours. Thus, during winter break, I will be working long hours to get the average to where it needs to be.

On the side, I will be learning C. There is a limit to how knowledgable about Unix and security one can be without knowing C inside and out. I do not want to be constrained by any such limit. These topics are too interesting to me.

An idea burst into my head: make it ridiculously easy for my friends to keep online journals, so that I can enjoy reading about their daily lives and thoughts. I think I have settled on a decent way of implementing this as a completely Web-based application. More information as development progresses.

Hung out in the evening with the prevailing house crowd. Contrary to the expectations of some, I do enjoy a good hanging out. In the spring of my sophomore year of high school, there were a few brief months during which I was a top-notch well-respected hanger-outer. Something about the way I carried myself then, I suspect, is what drew girls and guys alike to me — not just for intelligent conversation, which I've always been able to muster, but also for playful banter — in quantities unlikely to be repeated. More unlikely, because shortly thereafter, as suddenly as I'd started, I stopped having this effect on people. It threw me for a loop. I thought about how I'd suddenly been considered “popular” in the latter half of junior high and how confusing and ungratifying it had been. I'd figured high schoolers too mature to engage in popularization. Being thrust into and out of the spotlight so rapidly illuminated the depth of my misunderstanding: I was a fad, and now I was out of style. A few of the people I met then I still count as friends. The rest I think about only occasionally, when daydreaming or reminiscing on one of the most interesting times in my life.