Journal

Not ready for the switch

linduxed — Thu, 10 May 2012 12:12:25 +0000

Yesterday, for some unknown reason, Pentadactyl decided that it didn’t want to work anymore. I still have no idea why. The problem was actually pretty easily solved, but before I got to solving it, the sudden loss of Vim-style navigation inspired me to pick up an old project of mine.

When the tools just don't work

linduxed — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 11:38:30 +0000

Every once in a while you stumble on that area of software that Linux just doesn’t have covered. You might now be thinking that I’d like to talk about audio and video editing. A fair guess, since you’ll hear people talk about these two as areas where the other platforms have significantly more sophisticated software available. But this isn’t what I’m going to talk about.

Code I enjoy

linduxed — Mon, 27 Feb 2012 17:59:41 +0000

By no means am I a good programmer yet, but the exposure to the different ways of crafting code has led me to think about what I value (as a novice programmer) in a language. It’s, after all, my main tool of expression. Is it the brevity of the code? What the community surrounding the language is like? Paradigm, strong vs. weak typing? Or could it be that I need the language to be as “simple” as possible for me to be able to formulate ideas?

Att stå still gåendes

linduxed — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 23:36:52 +0000

En ny vecka gryr och jag står med hopp.

Jobb jag har av varje storlek och slag,
nog till att fängsla mig natt som dag.

På måndagen är brådska mig främmande.
Jag lär ej jobba alls, trots att arbetsbördan är skrämmande.

Jag börjar strax, efter lunch, ikväll, inatt.
Imorgon jobbar jag säkert ifatt.

Tisdag och onsdag far fort likaså,
jag vet inte ens vad jag skall jobba på.

Vid torsdag morgon är det dags att rappa på,
halva veckan har gått och resultaten är som bäst små.

Idéerna och visionerna rusar då förbi,
alla saker som det vore bra om man avklarat i tid.

Men det är ju bara tankar, drömmar som hägrar var dag;
de ändrar inte något, minst av allt att jag är så svag.

Utan att minnas vad jag gjort, de timmar jag haft allt redo för drift,
jag sitter där vid midnatt, slagen av min lathet och apatisk som av ett gift.

Natten är dock ej slut för mig, midnatt är blott sen kväll.
Med småtimmarnas tystnad skall det här väl vara en bagatell?

När fredag dagas är allt för sent och hoppet borta.
Det enda jag klarade av var att få dagarna att kännas korta.

Skall man ens påbörja dagen när man redan igår var slagen?

Jag kan säkert lura mig själv en dag till,
“Jag tar igen allt, bara jag vill!”.

Värst är det då jag bara har helgen kvar,
för det är då tiden som snabbast far.

Flykten från arbete med sig oftast skulden bär,
men ej på helgen, inte den minsta tyngd på mig tär.

Vet något i mig att ambitioner skall stängas ned? Att lättjan skall skölja över?
Ohämmad kommer jag göra precis vad jag vill, men ej det jag behöver.

Måndag nalkas och ännu en vecka har försvunnit;
all den tid man kunde ha använt har mest uti sanden runnit.

Är något annat möjligt?
Kommer jag att ändras under årets lopp?

Jag kastar bort dessa tankar…

…ty en ny vecka gryr och jag står med hopp.

Just a toy

linduxed — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 15:14:11 +0000

Yesterday I had an experiece that was moving. It felt special, yet to the casual observer it would have been anything but special.

Laughs from nowhere

linduxed — Tue, 25 May 2010 10:18:00 +0000

Humour is a force that binds and divides.
It is as hard to define as the force of love and yet as simple. When you burst out into an honest laughter, just as with love, it just happens.
Similarly, what may be infatuating for one, might be repulsive to the other. I expect everyone to have wondered why person next to them is laughing, just as I expect most people to have encountered love they cannot understand.

Unreal Tournament vs. Quake

linduxed — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 17:54:49 +0000

Within the genre of first person shooters there is a sub-genre that I like to call arena shooters.
Arena shooters focus on dropping you and a bunch of opponents into enclosed arenas with a bunch weapons with the sole objective of making your opponents less intact than you are.

The black sheep of social media

linduxed — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 22:16:15 +0000

Last week the company had a group activity where the following question had to be answered:

"How can we make our company seen?"

A broad but familiar question, one that I assume most companies try to figure out the answer to.
At first I thought that the sandwich buffet would be the main attraction of the evening; I might have some qualities of a marketer, but my days in telemarketing weren't the most joyful I've had.
Most groups employed the classical way making a company known, that is to plaster our logo on everything that can fit it. There were some interesting ideas like offering WiFi hotspots at the conventions that the company tends to attend, but in general a flurry of company car stickers, usb keys and coffee cups were suggested.

I had the good fortune however of sitting next to a table where the idea of a Twitter account emerged.

At the snap of your fingers

linduxed — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 16:23:15 +0000

I'm by now profoundly tired of the misconception that has been floating around in our modern digitalized society for too long of a time. It thrives within the older generations, but is in no way limited to them. It goes like this:

Pirate Party gets into EU-parliament

linduxed — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 16:35:27 +0000

I've for some time now looked at extreme sides in conflicts/discussions as a kind of a necessity. It's not that you will always agree with them, but they will inevitably broaden the scope of the argument.
I might, for instance, not agree with right-wing extremists, but having them there forces one into debates that would otherwise never be had, opening ones eyes to opinions outside what is seen as "normal".

It was this kind of blindness to other opinion that permeated the Swedish (although not in any way limited to) politics when it came to a certain subject: