Muttering into the void.
Just for fun, I’ve been using GPG again in some of my emails. I hereby encourage people mailing me — not that there are any — to use my public key and encrypt mail to me using GPG or PGP. My public key can be found on the usual key servers — use the one corresponding to this domain — and its fingerprint is the following:
7698 88C0 235A 8A75 08BB A531 06FF 7498 22EE E656
Estas varmege ĉi tie en Vancouver.
La semajnfino estis agrable; sabate ni kuÅis ĉe la plaÄo dum preskaÅ la tuta posttagmezo. Mi neglektis kovri eta areo de mia maleolo, kiu finfine ruÄiÄis kiel bifsteko. BonÅance la resto de mia korpo kovriÄis, kaj mi ankoraÅ blankas pale.
Vespere ni spektis la filmon “La MarÅanto NeÄe”. Äœi estas Kanada produktado, kaj estas bonvena foriro de la ordinaraj modaj Kanadaj filmoj, kiuj ofte estas malfeliĉegaj. Ne estas diri, ke Äi estas tute feliĉa, sed Äi enhavas karakteran evoluadon, ne nur tragedion. Rekomendita.
Dimanĉe ni alvenas ĉe preÄejo tridek minutoj malfrue. Mi neniam retenos tiujn perditajn dormajn minutojn! Posttagmeze kune kun parencoj en la suno.
HodiaÅ laboranta.
En aliaj novaÄoj, jen nova medicina instrumento.
Stumbled across a series in Slate where a not-particularly-observant Jewish guy starts reading the Bible for the first time. It’s entertaining, enlightening and thought-provoking. And it points out the fact that if Fundamentalists were in any way consistent, they should be foaming at the mouth to ban the Bible on account of its content:
This chapter [Genesis 19] makes the Jerry Springer Show look like Winnie the Pooh … After the attempted mass gay rape, the father pimping, the urban devastation, uxorious saline murder, it looks like Lot and his daughters are finally safe. They’re living alone in a cave in the mountains. But then the two daughters—think of them as Judea’s Hilton sisters—complain that cave life is no fun because there aren’t enough men around. So, one night they get Lot falling-down drunk and have sex with him. Chapter 19 poses what I would call the Sunday School Problem—as in, how do you teach this in Sunday school? What exactly is the moral lesson here?
Just some rambling on a slow day.
I was flattered to notice I’m up on Better Bibles Blog‘s blogroll. See my Rants category for Bible and/or Theology-related posts. I’ve been rather desultorily trying lately to go through an Attic Greek textbook (Mastronarde), in order to widen my Greek reading, but so far have been to scatter-brained to stick with it much.
Work is slow today because the project I’ve been working on is stalled because I can’t get in contact with a systems administrator who’s a continent away and runs one of the servers I need. I’ve been calling him every half hour, with no success. A fitting episode in a project which has been, to say the least, bizarre and demoralizing. I got pulled in fully four days before the notional completion date, to integrate some third-party software which turned out to require a whole whack of infrastructure about which I had no information, and no idea how to get any.
My (there is no such thing as stupid) questions were met with not even lack of information, but actively contradictory information and what I can only describe as intentional lacunae (“I feel I was denied critical, need-to-know, information!”). And when reporting time came around, it felt like I was hung out flapping in the breeze. Not even a lack of support; it felt like active hostility.
Luckily this is not my regular project area or manager, so I hope to go back to normality sometime soon.