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I plan to use this blog to discuss software architecture and construction, using various Inner Drive Technology projects as examples. (I may also use client projects as examples, with the names changed to protect the guilty.) Company projects Inner Drive Technology Company Site Most of the upcoming changes to Inner Drive Technology's public site are minor, except that the demonstrations will become gradually more interesting. Also, I plan to cross-post the Software part of this blog to a new one under...

I think 37 kt (43 mph) winds qualify as "windy." No one I've asked can remember a more beautiful autumn than the one we've had in Chicago this year. Until yesterday, we haven't had much wind or rain, so the trees have kept most of their orange and yellow halos for weeks. Mornings have been particularly lovely. The low sun has hit the flaming yellow lindens and maples just so, making our daily walk to the El a delight. Or anyway, as much as a walk to the El can be, I guess. Since last night, though...

DasBlog, the blog engine I've started with, apparently has some difficulties running on Windows Server 2003: Save buttons don't seem to work. Categories disappear and reappear like socks in a dryer. It's written for ASP.NET 1.1, which has now been supplanted by version 2.0. I suspect #1 and #2 may be caused by #3. For you, gentle reader, this means that you won't be able to add comments to entries yet. In some ways this may be good—comments can be used for good or evil—but in most ways it's just...

I'm David Braverman, and this is my blog. It's likely that the world already has too many blogs. I hesitated starting one for many years, mostly because I didn't see the point. Who would want to read my self-absorbed navel-gazing semi-literate drivel? I mean, other than my mom? What's this about? I'm interested in too many things to confine this to one topic, no matter how self-absorbed it gets. So look forward to entries, at least one daily, on these topics: The weather. I've operated a weather website...

Q: Why couldn't the twin elephants go to the beach? A: Because they only had one pair of trunks. Submitted by reader A.S.

Waiting at a restaurant bar To meet my wife for dinner And this woman walks in Can’t help staring at her I mean, this girl is hot Rounded and tight, wicked curves When she turns, I hold my breath My god, she has incredible curves She’s a little short, but whatever A body like that, who cares about height? She’d be tall enough in my bed On her back or on all fours It’s all good, all she’s got Hair pulled back in a ponytail Skin-tight T-shirt, cut low and high Bright orange short shorts, and tight Ah...

The Buddha did not drive his car at 7:45am He never faced the corporate hierarchy No student loans weighed on his shoulders He walked away from his marriage The Buddha had the freedom to choose, to explore He taught us to accept the inevitability of change He told us that letting go = serenity And this path lies between asceticism and opulence Well, I try to walk the Middle Way I try to accept that change happens But I slip a little in rush hour traffic A little more working in my cubicle A little more...

—Doctor, Doctor, I can't stop singing "The Green Grass of Home." —That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome. —Is it Common? —It's not unusual! Submitted by reader M.G.

Before the 2001 inauguration of George Bush, he was invited to a get acquainted tour of the White House. After drinking several glasses of iced tea, he asked Bill Clinton if he could use his personal bathroom. When he entered Clinton's private toilet, he was astonished to see that President Clinton had a solid gold urinal. That afternoon, George told his wife, Laura, about the urinal. "Just think," he said, "when I am President, I could have a gold urinal, too. But I wouldn't do something that...

It seems there was an Irishman wanting to buy himself a horse. So he went to the open market, which is a place in Ireland where people sell things, among which are...horses. Well, he saw one that he liked and asked the price. Paddy, who was selling the horse said to him, "Well, now, I'll be sellin' you this horse but I feel there's something I need to tell you first." Well, the man wanted to know what that was. Paddy said, "Well, it seems he has a strange habit of wantin' to sit on bananas." Now, the...