30 Sep 2002
(updated 30 Sep 2002 at 10:46 UTC) »
Three weeks ago a robber attacked me with a hammer.
He probably wanted to struck me down and get into my
appartment. A couple of days ago I had a nightmare.
I awoke by the sound of a hammer hitting my skull.
I hadn't remembered that sound. The wounds are healing
nicely, though. Of course the police didn't catch him.
I got trouble with my lungs so I'll be taking
antibiotics for the next three months.
I've got some very close friends I can talk
with about many things like politics, music, or life
in general, but nobody in my surrounding is interested
in my other interests: information visualization,
human computer interaction, and pattern languages.
Sometimes I wish my former arrogance back so life
on Elba may become less hard.
I've been pretending to be sleeping for a long time.
I don't even quite remember what it feels like to
be awake. I think it was quite cool. Maybe I should
have some lucid dreams again, singing and dancing until
I'm back in this place and at this time.
Having to work alone hurts. I'm not very productive
working alone, either. My projects are stalled. Last thing
I coded was a cute hack modifying the KDE color scheme
control panel which wouldn't get accepted anyway but I
might put together a page of things that will never be
including a screenshot eventually. Last time I wrote
a significant amount of code was after a bottle of good
red wine. The next morning was a desaster so I'm not
going to do it again anytime soon.
The imperative "show me the code" is pointless,
yet not new.
I read halfway through a book on Java and doing some
examples was fun, nice libraries. Doing it in Windows was not
I think the new diary rating system is annoying, but
I realize it's point is about research so usefulness is
of little concern. Advogato has become a monological
environment, very sad.
I do not like writing anymore.