I'm not sure if it's a good day or not. For the sake of simplicity (as well as for the sake of writing instead of simply degenerating into unpleasant moodiness), let us have some organisation.

Work: I made xfsdump write to my tape, so it's not a tape problem that's keeping rdump from working. It may be that rdump can't dump to a tape drive that's on a machine with xfs filesystems, but that seems vaguely silly somehow. It'd certainly be unfortunate. Also, now that xfsdump has functioned, I can't get xfsrestore to do an interactive restore for me -- it complains about the lack of a destination directory. Grr. At least I got it to cough up an index, so I do know that things are making it onto the tape. Why is all of this so poorly documented?

Potential Work: I sent polite-but-pushy mail to Stanford today suggesting that they want to interview me. Once I know when I'm interviewing with them I'll send mail to the CIE guy telling him that I'm going to be in the area if he wants to interview me. Plus there's the job at Rachel's company; the guy there left me voicemail with his pager number. I have been too chicken to page him all day. I will page him tomorrow. Promise.

Speaking of Java, I did work on it some today, and seem to have had several small epiphanies about what's going on with this whole object thing. Plus Earl gave me a book with a good generic example of why OOP is keen, so I should maybe read that tonight as well.

We went to Borders last night, which really wasn't as nice as it should have been due to my need to do laundry. I did, however, acquire my very own copy of Komarr, which is the new Miles Vorkosigan novel by Lois McMaster Bujold. I also acquired Committment Hour (James Alan Gardener) and Children of God (Mary Doria Russell, sequel to The Sparrow, which I read & enjoyed last year.)

We got home. I started laundry. We were supposed to watch Chasing Amy, but instead we got caught up in a recrminiation phase, and although we accomplished some discussion about why the evening had been so stressful we never did get around to the movie. Currently it's planned for Friday; tonight we're supposed to Discuss some more.

Eventually, after discussion, there was calm. I stayed up until 2am reading Komarr. Oh, it was good, although it's not clear if it was actually good or if I was just swept up and carried away by the power & glory of it. Less intense than Mirror Dance and Memory, that's for certain, but that's rather a relief, as far as I'm concerned.

I identified with Ekaterin a bit too much, in places. It's not Earl's fault; I distinctly failed to identify him (or anyone) as Etienne.

Music. Adam Smadja (co-worker) loaned me his Robert Miles CD. It's pretty nice, and I'm probably going to have to acquire my own copy. My morning alarm music has been Fiona Apple, although I usually turn the alarm off before the music has much of a chance to start. Yes, I can now wake up to the sound of a CD spinning up. Geekdom is my life.

I'm still in love with this Concrete Blonde CD. I had no idea they'd covered any Dylan songs. Swoon.