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Mar. 3rd, 2006 | 11:19 am

Thus spake glyph:
twisted-dev.el is the best-kept secret of Twisted developers. It needs to be more front-and-center. We should eschew the bits that never really worked, and are no longer maintained, i.e. the PB/Emacs integration, and include the core one-button-unit-test functionality with Twisted itself.
I would like to add some qualifiers to this.

twisted-dev.el only supports running the Twisted tests and running the tests for the buffer being edited. I almost never want to do either of these -- I want to run all of the tests for the project I'm working on.

This limitation of twisted-dev.el occasionally manifests in code. twisted.test.test_tcp is a hojillion lines long and should be split into several files for the sake of clarity. I suspect the reason this didn't happen at the beginning was that people were getting high and happy on their F9 loop cycle.

twisted-dev.el is good. It's much better than nothing. Use it. But also please make it better.

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Feb. 15th, 2006 | 12:01 pm

I'm only going to log in to #twisted when I am actually hacking on Twisted. See glyph and hypatia's comments on the medium.

Please make your mailing list subject headers descriptive and pithy.

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Feb. 14th, 2006 | 08:48 am

I'm changing the nature of this blog.
I haven't updated in ages. I haven't wanted to.

So, I'll keep it for announcements and the occasional spiel, rather than regular posts.


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Holiday Help

Jan. 10th, 2006 | 03:01 pm

I'm on holidays in the first two weeks of February. I'd like to get out of the city, but beyond that, I have nothing I'd really like to do. I'm on a shoestring budget, and I don't have a driver's license. I could probably afford a plane ticket to melbourne or sydney, and maybe backpacker-style accomodation.

What should I do for my holidays?

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Jan. 6th, 2006 | 12:25 pm

I tried to blog about my Christmas week. I simply can't.

I got back to Hobart late New Year's Eve. I had a glass of whisky, read some Fritz Leiber, and got woken up by the fireworks.

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Trial GUI

Jan. 5th, 2006 | 08:28 am

I finally got pygtk working on my powerbook, thanks to Darwinports. I'm now fiddling around with a GUI for Trial. Below is the screenshot within Gazpacho.

The bit in black border is the progress bar, which will be a hellish, lurid green when your tests pass. If your tests fail, the color will deepen to a haematic red.

The white box on the right will contain a tree of all the loaded tests. It will look something like NUnit:

I need a name for it. The current contenders are: Crucible; Tribunal and Tribulation.

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Jan. 4th, 2006 | 02:37 pm

The word God has become empty of meaning through years of misuse. I use it sometimes, but I do so sparingly. By misuse, I mean that people who have never even glimpsed the realm of the sacred, the infinite vastness behind that word, use it with great conviction, as if they knew what they were talking about. Or they argue against it, as if they knew what they were denying. This misuse gives rise to absurd beliefs, assertions and egoic delusions, such as My or our God is the only true God, and your God is false, or Neitzsche's famous statement God is dead.

So writes Eckhart Tolle in The Power of Now, ranked as today's 296th highest selling book on Amazon.com. Tolle is right in that the word God has been emptied of meaning. Beyond that, however, his comments are deeply flawed.

Tolle claims that "people who have never even glimpsed the realm of the sacred... use it with great conviction". Given the extremely large number of people who use the word "God" with conviction, this statement is almost certainly true. However, it is wrong to claim that discussion of a thing not yet experienced necessarily gives rise to "absurd beliefs"[1]. I have never seen France, but I know that the French language is widely spoken there.

Tolle also dismisses the majority of the last four thousand years of Western[2] spirituality out of hand. Moses, King David, Jesus Christ and Mohammed all claimed that their God was the only true God. To say that these men were all subject to absurd beliefs and egoic delusions is simple arrogance. Does Tolle believe that King David had never glimpsed the realm of the sacred? Does he instead believe that David lacked the spiritual competence to interpret his glimpses?

And what does egoic mean anyway?

[1]. Tolle does not explicitly claim the causality is necessary. However, I feel that such is the natural reading.
[2]. For want of a better word.

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Dec. 18th, 2005 | 01:45 pm

The combined Crossroads is way more formal than Hobart Central ever was. Churching in a big crowd is more difficult, particularly when tired.

I'll be preaching through 1 Thessalonians there in January, along with Des Smith. It's going to be a bit of a rush getting things organised.

Did some walk up on Saturday. We ended up talking to two different groups of people, both of whom were quite into some form of Eastern mysticism.

Cornerpebble finished up for the year. Today the kids did a presentation in front of the church: a very brief retelling of the Old Testament. It went for 15 mins, and rocked. One of the things that really helped was Nathaniel (a talented pianist) providing a custom-made soundtrack.

I botched another semifreddo. When a recipe warns "Important: Please don't overwhip", there may be reasons to heed it. Speaking of recipes, radix got me an Achewood Cookbook for Christmas -- I like it a lot.

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Dec. 2nd, 2005 | 10:48 am

The setUpClass / tearDownClass concept in Trial is an ill-conceived performance hack — nothing more, nothing less.

I've been wanting to say that publically. I may back it up with facts, arguments and what-not later.

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Nov. 30th, 2005 | 06:17 pm

Hobart Central, the grungy, funky church full of introverts that's been my spiritual family for the last three years has shut down. I have mentioned this before.

But we decided to go out with style, with flair, with—dare I say it—panache. We had a party.

Normally church is a low-key affair. We have some coffee and biscuits, some prayer, a bit of a sing, a bit of a break, some Bible and a sermon. If people want to dress up, they'll shave and wear a nice t-shirt over their jeans. Not so the party.

Gone were the trench coats, the polar fleece pants, the tatty jeans, the day-old stubble. In their place: crisp suits and becoming dresses. Neil and Ted in particular "scrubbed up well". The coffee and biscuits remained, true. But to their quotidian nourishment was added the grandest of smorgasbords. Sun-dried tomatoes, fresh fruit, a dozen cheeses, spanish olives, sparkling apple juice, ginger beer and Maison... it does my heart good to think of it.

There was a programme for the evening, albeit a light one. It would feel wrong, unnatural even, to have a church celebrate without praying to and hearing from the God that made us. Also, we had telegrams (actually emails) from past members and a couple of toasts (with the Maison; the party was necessarily dry).

I MCd the occasion, wearing the finest dinner suit that money could hire (Note for the unwary: bow-ties are quite difficult to tie). I did a better job than I normally do. The vibe seemed great all the way through, and the transition from milling about to sitting down and listening to speeches felt quite natural.

After the party, I went outside to have a smoke. Now I don't normally smoke. In fact, over the last few years, I've smoked only one cigar and between three and five cigarettes. All the cigarettes have been tailor-made. Last Sunday, I smoked my first rollie. And I tell you what, I can see why people do it regularly.

Farewell parties are a strange business. Beneath the fun and joy, there is a note of seriousness. This was no exception. The formal dress, good company, great food, encouraging letters and kick-arse sermon all combined to make the evening an Occasion.

I had a great time, and left sadder than I came.

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