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personal pizzas in Marbletown
Sunday, December 23 2007
After brunch our houseguests left and I eagerly resumed work on my web-based database map rendering tool, whose most complicated part was proving to be the relationship-drawing Javascript. As always when programming, most of my time was spent trying to solve one vexing problem: I couldn't get Javascript to reliably find and remove relations (DIVs with predictable IDs) when they needed to be replaced with updates. In the end I did what wz_jsgraphics.js does: destroy all the relation lines at once so I could draw them again from scratch. For some reason this didn't prove to be the CPU-intensive quagmire I'd expected. My next big problem was getting the relationships to render correctly in Internet Explorer, and in so doing I learned that in IE one can't dynamically set an object's entire style declaration in one go.
For dinner, Gretchen and I went to visit Penny and David at their wooden box-shaped house in greater Marbletown. The expensive re-siding project (necessitated by years of accumulated water damage on the modernist structure) has made great strides since last we saw the place. The new siding is a beautiful banded mix of different colors, giving their house the appearance of a finely-crafted wooden artifact.
David's friend Ian was visiting from London and seemed to be somewhat surprised that it was possible for someone such as myself (that is, able to speak coherent English sentences) to be able to earn a living up here so far from a genuine city.
As a gift for Penny, Gretchen had brought a gorgeous framed black and white photograph of two little Costa Rican girls that Penny had expressed in interest in when we'd seen it hanging on a wall at the Colony Café in Woodstock. Penny was overwhelmed with delight and hung it immediately.
For dinner we all made ourselves individual pizzas from a buffet of fixings, allowing (for example) the now-vegan Gretchen to make hers with almond cheese instead of the kind that comes from cows and has veal as a byproduct. I hate the idea of raising veal as much as the next guy, but I still insist on real cheese for my pizzas.
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