Tomboy: Simple note taking

For those looking for a simple-yet-useful C# application to whet their Mono appetities, check out the Tomboy note-taking application. A Windows port, anyone? I hope to look into it tonight.

I think the primary coolness of the app is its Wiki-like cross-referencing. I wonder how some of the more simple outlining strategies of other note-taking applications might add to it.

Breakfast

I’ve never been a breakfast person, but lately I’ve been enjoying a bagel, orange juice, and coffee at Panera. I’ve yet to decide how bad ritual coffee is for me, but the routine serves as just enough encouragement to get me up at a reasonable morning hour. Fuck work; coffee with friends in the morning is worth consciousness.

I really don’t want to know how many calories are in a french toast bagel with honey walnut cream cheese.

Warhammer 40k

Uncharacteristically of me, I’ve been playing Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War a bit over the past week. I suck, but it’s still pretty fun. I prefer the universe of Warhammer 40k to the purer fantasy of Warcraft. The game isn’t quite as polished as something from Blizzard, but this shouldn’t surprise anyone. A good game.

Wilco, Raleigh Auditorium 9/25/2004

It had been years since I had seen Wilco perform, the last being a rainy day at the Oxford Double Decker festival. At that time I was mostly there to be that guy who hopes to hear Gun; I was a Son Volt fan who thought Tweedy’s destiny was to forever be the raspy punk in Uncle Tupelo.

I also saw them at the beginning of the Being There tour at Lafayette’s. As best I remember, I showed up pretty late with Mack to an empty bar. If a show was dead, there was always a good chance you could skip the cover, and I remember getting in for free and being both surprised and bored that they were going psychedelically jammy. It’s also entirely possible that the show was packed and I’m just remembering this wrong; lots of post-study late night bar visits to bands I only half cared about all run together.

I was last at the Raleigh Auditorium to see George Carlin; Brad was visiting from Oxford soon after I’d moved to Raleigh. It is a fitting venue for a theater show, beers held with napkins and plastic wine glasses and paper plates of cheese. I expected it to be a terrible place to see Wilco, but it was strangely fitting, in the same way that the Memphis Orpheum was a great place to see Counting Crows just after they got too big to play bars. I still respect Tweedy’s music more than I love it, but they definitely have product of significance.

They’re coming right for us

The other weekend I got a little too intimate with some trail roots. Recovery from bruised ribs takes time, but I’m now growing impatient. I’ve definitely seen improvement over the past two days, but I have a new-found respect for real athletes with rib injuries. An unexpected benefit has been that it helps wake up in the morning; the lean on the way to snooze the alarm just isn’t the same sleepy fun with an electric jolt in the ribs.

Thursday evening, the mother of all deer flies bit the absolute holy shit out of my leg, so much so that I was initially convinced I had stepped on a snake. All the bad karma I’ve accumulated over the past six months from using Brent as a bug decoy was focused and delivered in a single pop. I don’t recommend swatting these things unless you’re packing a pistol.

Life in civilization hasn’t been much safer; Jeff and I were middle truck in a three-car crash in the lunch-time shit pile known as I40. Our steely constitutions ensured we emerged unscathed. Jeff’s truck wasn’t so lucky. Thanks to Brent for picking us up.

The weather in NC has been beautiful all week.

Software instruction, of late

I attended a comparative J2EE and .NET education session Thursday, and was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the presentation. Ted Neward (editor-in-chief of TheServerSide.NET) was the presenter, and his talk brought back recent memories of the enthusiasm I had for .NET (and particularly C#) just a year or so ago. It’s time for me to finally plow through the O’Reilly Mono: A Developer’s Notebook.

In other computering book news, I’ve picked up two different books titled C++ for Java Programmers. I’m interested to discover what sort of perspective this will bring to C++ instruction. Looking forward to reporting my impressions.

Naive political conclusion for the day

My naive political conclusion of the day is that business is the only first-class American citizen. Otherwise, dump trucks would be illegal.

Obviously, quite a bit more torque is required to haul many tons of earth than does a single-yuppie-plus-latte payload. Moving tons of earth is required for any sort of real estate development, so dumping out pounds of visible soot into the air and randomly flinging rocks at following cars is essential to the survival of our economy. Applying similar environmental standards to business vehicles would cost businesses a fortune. Should development be more prohibitively expensive?

What I find irritating is that our economy encourages this sort of double standard. It requires it. We build too freely. We are a running cycle of consumption.

I believe in sustainable cycles. I believe in intellectual consistency. I don’t trust those in power to understand this much better than I do.