New Year's Eve
I went to a small party in Mountain View. I met a fascinating genius British woman who works at NASA, and an attitude-laden high-contrast British transexual, both named Sarah. They had been together 9.5 years but were not dating anymore. Why not choose different names? Maybe one is Sara. And Fyodor, me and Greg, and a Google gal who left when I opened the wine. She exited quickly when Fyodor was in the bathroom. We wondered what it was he said <-:
"If the space shuttle crashes," says Sarah, "it's my fault." There is too much code to be hand-checked; thus, Sarah is writing software to check the code for errors. (That's what Lisa likes to think about in her spare time; I bet they'd enjoy noodling things over together.)
Fyodor is so nice, and has the most insane and silly stories; he's a great raconteur, and can you believe it? He is single, I don't know why. He is not only cute, but worshipped by a large number of hackers. Smart and funny and not full of himself. He wrote nbed... nmed... nron? No, no, but something like. It was in Matrix, and suddenly his open source tool became hot, hot, hot! <grin>
He told a hilarious story about offering a ride to BurningMan to two helpless "women" from [url=http://craigslist.org]Craigslist[/url]. For all I know, the story continued past the fur-lined trailer...
New Year's Eve, Darwin was Slashdotted "/." and I was glued to my computer for much of the evening. By midnight, I had 1.7 million hits. My webserver was ticking along happily! Fyodor gave me a Hi-5, which made me feel good, and shared strategies for online marketing. "Let them submit the story for you, that's best! That way, it doesn't look like you.. I wait four or five, come on guys! ...then, go ahead and submit it myself!"
Fyodor is the best. He dated Jill one fond April.
At 45 seconds to midnight, our resolutions were mildly entertaining. The Physics Student: "To be wanton. Completely wanton!" The Hacker God: "To date a Stanford Co-ed!" (Those two needs must get together!) My Long Haired One: "To make no resolutions!" Sarah's < ? >. And mine?
"No chaos! No chaos this year."