6 May, 1998

Learning Java

I am learning Java. It is nowhere near as easy as it sounds, mostly because I don't really understand the theory behind Object Oriented Programming -- which at least has the pleasant acronym of OOP. I have bugged some of my friends, and after extensive discussion of genus vs. species and a dog named Fido I believe I now understand the differences between objects and classes. I'm still not sure at what point one gets to actually write code, but hey, I'm only on day 4 of Java in 21 Days, so I should be less snide and more patient. Or something.

While not beating my head against the Java wall, I've been attempting to understand enough of xfsdump to take advantage of this very fine tape drive. Annoyingly, I only realised I was going to have to use xfsdump after spending a long while figuring out the SGI dump syntax, which is slightly different than SunOS dump syntax. This all might lead one to think that ufsdump and xfsdump might have a lot in common, but if they do it's buried.

Doesn't my job sound exciting?

Still no word from any of my leads, although I have voicemail which might be Rachel's company wanting to set up an interview. Not yet! I have to learn Java first! I'm leaving it until tomorrow, anyway.

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Marith said, after reading my last entry, that comforting doesn't fit her Jim-worldview either. "Noncomforting, in a feline sort of way." I'm amused by the sound of that.

As to Jim -- we spent about 3 and a half hours on the phone last night. It was nice, although towards the end I was dead tired. The price of my jet-set lifestyle.

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I finished The Surgeon's Mate yesterday. It had a much happier ending than I was expecting, and made me hyper for much of the day. Who knew? Now I have The Ionian Mission, which I've started just enough of to make certain that the happy ending of the previous book was really happy. It was.

Music-wise I've been listening to Jane Siberry (When I Was a Boy) and Concrete Blonde (Still in Hollywood). And Rush. Lots of Rush. I need to buy my own copy of the Concrete Blonde album, as I'm sure Steve will want his back, sooner or later.


©1998 Cera Kruger

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