Monthly Archives: March 2014

Another new adventure

It’s been an eventful 8 months since I left my old job. Maximum Baby was born, learned to eat solid foods and now zooms around the floor. I joined a team in product development and helped them through some tough changes. I’ve done some work I’m proud of and folks have told me I’ve actually made some impact. The people are smart, funny and hardworking. I’ve also been balancing that with Professor Baby and my outside projects.

However, I’ve gotten a great opportunity  and I’ve found the best parts of my life have come from not being afraid and saying yes to the new.  I’m taking 2 weeks off and then starting as head of software development at a smaller place. I’m extremely excited to get started and be the kind of leader I’ve always wanted to work with.

Right now, I’m probably at the Irish American toasting a good run with my latest set of friends.


Tracey Coleman’s Curly Girl Collective is in Ebony

I’m always proud of my SC to BK buddy Tracey, but she’s doing extra special work and it’s getting noticed.

“It’s hard to believe young girls like Tiana Parker and Vanessa Van Dyke are being sent home from school because their natural hair is deemed unkempt,” said Tracey Coleman who is a co-founder and the director of events for CGC.

via [BEAUTIFULLY BROWN OBSESSED] Curly Girl Collective Helps Black Girls Get “All Dolled Up” – EBONY.

Koans for Programmers

I just stumbled on The Codeless Code, a collection of fables and Koans for programmers. It’s brilliant, if a terrible rabbit hole of procrastination – I’ve just burned a few hours clicking through random stories. Here’s a good one to get the flavor, Case 41 is called Garbage:

Java master Suku was investigating the software of a distant temple. On her monitor large swaths of text glowed not black but green, indicating that reams of code had been commented out.

“Curious,” said Suku. “I have opened a fine clock, and discovered orange rinds and fish bones.”

The head monk explained that the inactive code was no longer necessary, yet he had ordered his clan to leave it in place: for if it someday became desirable to restore the logic then the code could simply be uncommented, rather than wastefully written from scratch.

“Understandable,” nodded Suku.

The next day the monks assembled again for the Java master’s inspection. With concern they reported that the head monk could not be found. Suku gestured up into the rafters where the missing monk dangled from a strong rope, by the neck. A foul odor wafted downwards.

“Your head monk’s services are no longer necessary,” said Suku. “Yet let his corpse moulder above you from this day forward. After all, his methods may someday become desirable again, and it would be wasteful to train another monk from scratch.”

In her final report, Suku noted a swift change in the clan’s coding practices, and credited the good example set by the deceased head monk. We should consider his reinstatement, she wrote.