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Friday, June 18 2010
This programming project I've been working on is extremely complicated. Part of the problem is that the development environment cannot be made to resemble the deployment environment and will be topologically very different, with servers that had been local now being far across the network on other domains and vice versa. There are also a number of cross-site scripting permissions issues that might be unsurmountable (in other words, I might never be able to get it to work). Then there's the sheer baroque complexity of the code, which is built on a series of base classes spread out across various deeply-nested subdirectories. And there is absolutely no documentation of any of it. If it wasn't for Homesite's powerful global search feature, it would be a lost cause.
In short, it remains a project that inspires nothing so much as procrastination. I'll poke away at it for a few minutes and if I run into something that stumps me or experience a modest success, my reaction is to flee the computer. The chief beneficiary of my procrastination has been my tomato patches. For some reason I find the further and further mulching of the plants to be a very satisfying pass time. At this point one of the patches is almost entirely mulched with pine cones, while the other is mulched with leaves held down by an elaborate (and quite beautiful) network of sticks (it looks a little like part of the set from the Blair Witch Project).

At some point I went over to Andrea's house with the wheelbarrow to get a load of mushroom dirt for our garden (very little was left but she'd ordered more). Gretchen also wanted me to get some soy sauce for one of her cooking projects, though it was Ray who produced the basis for most of today's meals. He made a huge pot of some sort of tomato sauce that could also, in the absence of pasta, act as a soup.


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