At the Free and Open Source Software Symposium at Seneca College at York University (not the Markham campus, to my embarrasment), I came in late to the documentation and openness presentation and took some brief notes.
In Someone Leaves Town, Someone Comes to Town by Cory Doctorow we follow Alan, whose name changes (see below), around the city of Toronto helping his new friend Kurt install wireless Internet access points using equipment found in dumpsters, fall in love with Mimi a young woman with wings, and fight off an evil brother while trying to protect his other siblings.
Four years ago today I linked to an article about nationalism and soccer, saying that I wasn't too caught up in World Cup fever in 2002. What a difference four years make, as I've seen at least a half-dozen full games and a few more second halfs of games, including Brazil's two goals in the second half of their match against Australia.
Cory Doctorow: “May smelled great in Kensington Market. The fossilized dog shit had melted and washed away in the April rains, and the smells were all springy ones, loam and blossoms and spilled tetrapak fruit punch left behind by the pan-ethnic street-hockey league that formed up spontaneously in front of his house.
You know the feeling you get when you don't expect the step to be there, or you think there's one more step to climb but there isn't? At least 3 times now since Saturday here in Toronto, while walking out of an eating establishment, I assumed that said eating establishment was at the same level as the sidewalk. Instead, I get thrown for a loop (and look slightly disoriented) when learning the hard way, without ever looking down to notice it, that it's one more step, my foot expecting the sidewalk to be about 20 centimeters above where it actually drops.
This is my first full day in Toronto, here for about a week. I've already seen a Blue Jays' game (my first ever in Toronto!) but they lost 10-5. Evidently there will be—or possibly already is—video of me singing terribly out of tune the "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" song during seventh inning strech, but you won't get me pointing to it! No foul balls came my, the closest one hitting a lady in the head.
In late August, the organizers have yet to finalize a date, Vancouver will hold BarCamp-style conference titled, appropriately, BarCamp Vancouver. I've started a PubSub feed for the unconference, which I will attend. After BarCamp Toronto, while waiting for my fligh back home at the airport, I started writing out my thoughts about that unconference in particular and unconferences in general (keeping in mind that I have only attended the first day of one of them, of course). Joey explained the concept of BarCamp (really well, I might add), and he says that the confusion about the philosophy of "no spectators" applies “doubly so for events with programmers”, mentioning that 75% of them classify themselves as introverts. It's not clear, though, what he prescribes, so my article, still in heavy drafting mode, will attempt a prescription.