Last week I spent about two days caught up in trying to figure something out.  (If you really want to know the what, it was how to configure the Spring Security Core Plugin use a field other than username for performing user impersonation.  You probably don't want to know.)

Anyhow, the important point is I spent a good 12 hours last week fiddling with this one particular example, and couldn't get it to do the thing I wanted.  I was convinced that that was it, over done, finished, period.

I was wrong.

On Monday, I went into work, ready to raise the big red flag about how we were screwed, a big refactoring was going to have to happen, and it'd be a lot of work, blah blah blah, etc.  Someone else I work with asked me for the files to my demo application where I was trying to work this out, and said he wanted to tinker with it.

An hour or so later, he got it to work.  I was shocked, but in a god way.  After he showed me what he did, I did it too, retrofitting it into my existing application.  This is a very good thing.  It made my boss happy, and will make several other higher-ups at the company happy.

Stuff like this is why it's great to have an editor for your writing, too.  It's always a great idea to have someone else's eyes on your work, a second opinion.  After my co-worker found that thing, and pointed out to me what made it work, I saw the assumption I had made which had stopped me in the first place.  He only was able to work it out because I had made a simple prototype in which to test it in the first place.  (In turn, I had done that because yet a third co-worker had recommended that to me as a strategy for working it out.)  The whole thing is an example of interdependence.

Independence seems like it's the highest ideal, but is often not really a tenable position. (Try say, painting your whole house by yourself.  Sure, you CAN do it, but it would really suck.)  Interdependence is really very powerful.  It certainly helped me out yesterday.

 

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This morning I woke up, changed Rachel's diaper, and was doing some media studies (Yes, that's reading twitter while sitting on the potty.  You do it too.) when I got a phone call from my sister/fellow Ghidrah-head Pene.

This made me very happy.  I love Pene.  She's my polyamorous partner, and has been for years.  But our lives and just the general cruft of other obligations have made us drift apart some.  It never fails though, whenever I do see her, and we do spend time together, it's as if no time has passed at all.  The weirdly wonderful ineffable thing that connects us persists.  It's always there.

We love each other dearly.  We support one another through all sorts of things.  And in ways that constantly amaze us, she, Spacey and I are the same.  We love similar things, have similar joys, are amused by the same humor, flirt the same way, and just have this feeling of comfortable open-ness with one another.

It's beautiful, magical, and very precious to me.  It's why we're the Ghidrah.  

A few minutes into the call I sought out brother, and we got to have a good old-fashioned G3, our name for the shared phone conference we used to do constantly.

We spent about an hour and a half keeping her company on a long car ride.  We talked about everything, and nothing.  There was family stuff, philosophy stuff, and discussion about food.

Pene mother-hen'ed me about taking good care of my feet when I go running today.  Brother and I discussed the podcast, and some other book-related plans of ours.  We talked about loving books as children, which made me nostalgically go looking up two books I loved as a kid, The Magic Grandfather and The Girl with the Silver Eyes.  (I need to see if I can find them as e-books someplace.)

At some point, brother made a joke about speculums, and that turned into a discussion about speculoos, which is both a kind of cookie, and a sort of cookie butter, too.  The whole thing made the three of us feel very good.  Brother told us both to be safe and that he loved us.  As sister said just before we hung up, nothing could harsh her mellow today.

Mine either.

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AuthorMako Allen
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This morning I decided to explore a bit more. I went left where I normally go right, headed down the hill on the nice newly made sidewalk and decided to just keep on going.  

Eventually I made a turn, stumbling across a beautiful little creek.  

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It was awesome. I just kept on going.

Then I looked down at my feet.  

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The outer edge of the toe box of my left shoe was bloody. As I kept going I noticed it kept getting more bloody. 

Well crap. 

At this point I was a good 2 miles from home. I knew no one was home, and that if I called Missy, who was at the store, it would mess her up, and it would take a while for her to find me.

So I just turned around, and went home. 

Not too long after I got home, my sister-in-law came home too. She got one look at my foot, cried blue murder, & got to work on me.

Some peroxide, bandages, and a good rest later and I'm OK.   It was just a torn toenail. It didn't really even hurt, and looked much worse than it was.

 

Backspace it was just a torn toenail. It didn't really even hurt, and looked much worse than it was.

I'm glad that I powered through it, and it worked out  OK.

 

 

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Categories365 Gratitude
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This was a pretty good morning.  I got up before dawn, got out of my diaper, and got ready to go running.  I was pleased as punch to get on my way just at sunrise.  

Funny, bit gross detail about this.  When I run, I get sweaty and gross anyhow, so I tend not to shower before I go.  This has the strange effect that often halfway through my run I smell like a mix of baby powder and sweaty athlete.  It's actually a scent I find sort of confusing and invigorating at the same time.

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Today was all about being experimental.  I ran through neighborhoods I normally don't, checked out a hilly path that looked interesting, and poked around the nooks and crannies of the neighborhood looking for new things.

I found a few too.  At one point, the sidewalk ended at the top of an enormous hill overlooking a valley below, and beyond that a faraway bridge over water. 

It was stunning.  

On my way back, I took the time to walk up the inside of a huge parking garage not too far from where we live, just because I wanted to see the view from the roof.  Sorry, I didn't get a picture of that.  It was great too.

I forget sometimes that working out and going for walks and runs is great in and unto itself.  My body feels great, and I'm pleased I got to know the secret underpinnings of the places nearby a bit more.  

I'm grateful I made the time to do this good thing.

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Categories365 Gratitude