I fucking love Mondays. I am an “up and at ‘em” type of woman, and I’m almost always at my desk around 7:30 on Monday mornings. I’m excited to start the week. I’m excited to get work done. I’m excited to fix any gaffes from the week before. It’s a wonderful fantastic feeling. And every… Read More In which theresa expresses some frustration
You walk out of your office after a frustrating training session with your teaching assistant. Using a f/oss version means that you don’t know it as well as you’d like, which makes it correspondingly difficult to teach the program in a coherent manner. Instead of letting you walk home by yourself, your student walks beside… Read More In which theresa is fucking tired.
Fourteen things to learn from the Google story also apply remarkably well to development. Because that’s the ideal, right? Creatively solve problems in a way that makes the world a better (or at least more interesting) place and puts money in people’s pockets at the same time. Weirdly inspiring.сайт
It was definitely weird running into some of my students last night in a club. To end my (second day of) birthday festivities, we’d finally made it downtown to dance the night away to some pretty good live music. We were in remarkably good shape, considering it was after midnight, and we’d started before six.… Read More Birthday, take 2
My birthday was incredible (as they usually are). I am now, as I have been elsewhere in life, blessed with amazing friends. So thanks, everyone. I’m going to wrap up the celebrations with a small fête this weekend. The culinary preparations have commenced, and the food is going to be absolutely delicious. In other news,… Read More On birthdays and clean clothes