What is it about this year? I’m sick, again. This time, I think this is thanks to a co-worker. It hit me Sunday night — fever, aches, pains, the works. I stayed home and in bed yesterday. Today I managed to drag myself out of bed and to work, which meant I had to take the accused bus. It didn’t take long to remember why I hate the bus — the 8:15 77F never came. So I got to sit on the curb for an extra 15 minutes. Sweet. I can’t wait for the adventure coming home.

Of course, today, one of my managers asked if I could join him for a brainstorming session for an upcoming project (one that will involve algorithms to sort users based on survey responses). I said sure, knowing full well my brain is currently mush, and asking me to think conceptually at this time was akin to asking me to finding collisions in the SHA-0 encryption algorithm. But I played along, even managing to provide a couple of insights along the way.

Posted on 17 August 2004