Thursday, 10. April 2008, 08:15:34
funny, work, w3c
Dom nous fournit une excellente explication du concept de datespace, sur IRC, suite à la question d'un de nos stagiaires:2008-04-10T07:55:05Z <seb> c'est quoi un datespace ?
2008-04-10T07:56:27Z <dom> c'est un logement qui, au lieu d'avoir une cuisine, un salon, une salle de bain, a plein de petits placards au milieu desquels tu tombe par hasard sur un pommeau de douche, une cuisinière, un coussin, etc
2008-04-10T07:56:41Z <dom> l'avantage, c'est que tu n'as jamais de problème pour ranger quelque chose de nouveau
2008-04-10T07:56:55Z <dom> l'inconvénient, c'est que tu ne sais jamais où est ton lit quand tu en as besoin
2008-04-10T07:56:59Z <dom> mais bon, on peut pas tout avoir
2008-04-10T08:00:00Z <seb> hum ok
2008-04-10T08:01:17Z <dom> (moins métaphoriquement, c'est une méthode d'organisation d'un site web utilisée sur le site du W3C où les ressources sont organisées dans des répertoires du type /2008/04/ )
2008-04-10T08:03:54Z <seb> aaaaaaaaaaah
Friday, 21. December 2007, 09:59:38
baby, dream, adrien
I had a rough night as the baby was fussy. After hours of holding and cuddling he fell asleep in my arms and I didn't dare take him to his bed.
I fell asleep with him and I had this dream that we were grocery shopping and that strangers around me were nannies.
I was riding the bus to the grocery store. As soon as I was out of the house I had forgotten what I needed from the store. But I stayed on the bus and then went in the store. I picked stuff from the shelves, selected fruits and vegetables, wondering what it was I had meant to get, and not remembering.
Then I noticed a woman was holding and gently rocking a baby next to me, and it was my baby. I thanked her for holding him for me and took him from her. We took the bus to go back home. I looked in my bags and realised I had forgotten to get some basic items. As the bus route was a short one, we would be back to the store pretty soon. I waited.
A baby sound caught my attention in my back and I turned to see a man was smiling at me, holding my baby. I smiled back, thanked him for his kindness and took the baby back with me.
The dream carried on, much like what it had been so far. We were back in the store, I noticed a new person was holding Adrien while I was quickly shopping. Then back on the bus where a new nanny was suddenly sitting next to me and handing me the baby, just as I had realised I had forgotten to get stuff. And I woke up to the sound of Adrien crying (and warming up to wail...). Just like now, in fact.
Nobody talked in this dream, but me. And there was no other sound other than my voice and that of Adrien.
Friday, 7. December 2007, 00:48:06
baby, life, home life
Nine months ago, I had no idea that the words meconium, vernix or colostrum existed. I knew about labour, epidural, delivery, but the notions were very abstract.
My son is now fast asleep. We've been back home for a week. The hospital kept us for 6 long days ; Adrien had lost more than the usual 10% of his birth weight. He was born on 23 November at 7:37 p.m., 13 days ago. That was less than a half hour after they took me to the delivery room and an hour after we arrived at the hospital. There was no time for an epidural, as I made it all the way to 9 centimeters by the time I got there. I thought I might have the baby in the car! We left home in a hurry. It was time to go, suddenly, as the contractions were happening every two minutes. All day I had had them, every 10 or 15 minutes, sometimes every 5 minutes, but not for two hours. I had had them the night before too. In fact, they started in the afternoon the day before. I was attending the last birth preparation class and I started to experience contractions in the middle of it.
I had a wonderful and easy pregnancy. I was hardly tired and the only nuisance, really, was having to go to the doctor's every month. Only three weeks before the end did I start to walk at a slower pace. I was still at work 2 weeks before the end (only I thought I would have three weeks).
Adrien arrived a week in advance, on 23 November 2007, at 7:37 pm. He weighed 2,990 kg and was 49,5 cm tall. His father held my hand and encouraged me through it all. And since then, he's been as fantastic as ever, helping me and supporting me with the baby.
Thursday, 13. September 2007, 09:30:12
odd, travel, life, work
...
"Gipsy, give me your tears!"
On my way back to the pharmacy just now, a gipsy talked to me. Dude, that was so weird!
I *must* blag about it ;)
She said I would travel abroad, but not just now. Well, I didn't say, but the taxi picks me up in 10 minutes to go to the airport; I'm going to Boston for a few days, for work.
She told me to remember the number "19" because it is going to be important in the upcoming months.
She asked me if the initials M J F meant anything to me and I said no. But she said I should keep them in mind because they will matter soon.
Then she gave me a white plastic "stone" from the Saintes-Marie de la Mer, where she comes from). It's ugly. She said people must treat gipsies right (and she meant "generously"), so I gave her 5 euros. She must have thought she was in potentially good compagny, so she went on and read my palm.
She said I was lucky and other stuff and that I had an excellent memory (wrong!)
She asked me if I had undergone surgery in my life and I said no, and she said I never would. Amen.
That's when she said it usually costs EUR 20 to 30 for palm reading. She was _that_ close to add "otherwise the predictions don't work", I'm sure.
I didn't give her any more money but I'll slip the plastic thingie in my bag, just in case ;)
Update: I just thought I'd mention that the flight attendant, seeing I was pregnent, moved me from a seat at row 11 (exit) to row... 19!
No update on MJF.
Thursday, 30. August 2007, 13:56:36
opera, chaals, dream
I had this bizarre little dream last night that Chaals was giving me access to a download website for bootleg Opera skins :) ...bootleg skins... /me shakes head...
And it was bright orange and he insisted it was *the* skin to get and that I would get used to it and grow to love it :) ...bright orange... it totally clashes with the Opera red... /me shakes head...
I woke up amused and thought I hadn't changed the skin of Opera in ages (I still haven't, mind you, I don't really see the need or amusement to change my environment aspect --quite the contrary, I like it to be stable).
Wednesday, 29. August 2007, 10:09:13
life, home life, odd
On the way to lunch yesterday, I was chatting with a colleague and learnt she's moving house this Friday to a tiny town I used to live in back in 2004. Pretty soon in the conversation we found out she's moving exactly in the house I was in! How odd is that?!
I found out that my yucca is still there, healthy, right in front of the living room windows. I had inherited this yucca years ago, in 2000, I think, when a former W3C colleague left for the US and A. This yucca followed me in all the houses I've been in since then (5 different houses) and I left it in the garden of this house when I left. It was obviously in an ideal spot. When my ex moved out of the house a few months ago, he didn't have the heart to unearth the yucca. My colleague will take good care of it, I'm certain.
I also found out that my garden dwarf is still there! Well, it's now in the basement and she's more than happy to give it back to me. What a coincidence! I'm still marvelling at it.
This dwarf also has a story. I received it as a birthday gift in 2002, a joke that I deeply enjoyed. Actually it's a birthday gift that I shared with my ex boyfriend and when I left, I left the garden dwarf, Gringoire. I thought he had left the house with him. Gringoire must be far less shiny now and his colours must have worn off a bit. I'll see soon.
Update 05sep2007: Indeed, far less shiny with worn out colours, but it's Gringoire, all right!
Thursday, 2. August 2007, 20:35:15
telephone, odd, bug, SFR
I'm annoyed at SFR (cell phone carrier) everytime I receive spam by SMS or MMS, so I logged onto my account on their website today in order to check once and for all if I could specifically request to not receive their promotional SMSs or MMSs.
I didn't recognise my subscription type. And my latest invoice was incredibly expensive. "Leafing" through it, I was astonished that this latest invoice had 72 pages (when usually it's 2 or 3)!
I was struck to realise I was looking at somebody else's data. Her personal information, her banking information, her invoices for the past 6 months. I could browse it all and also change things. The top of each page all had "Coralie Mercier", though, next to a link to log out.
I called them on the phone to let them know. I don't think the guy really understood how wrong it was. He said he'd lodge a complaint. He made me wait a couple minutes while doing so and then said he would report I had somebody else's invoice on screen instead of mine. I corrected him that I had access to all of this person's data and options. He said "ah. ok". And then added, almost robot-like, that it usually takes 5 business days for complaints to be processed. He thanked me for my call and wished me a good day.
It's fixed now, I just checked.
Wednesday, 25. July 2007, 21:39:31
book, Harry Potter,
I've been quite ignorant about the Harry Potter 7th book, although I've bought and read the others before. And then, about 10 days prior to the release, I chatted briefly with Richard who mentioned he had ordered it and would receive it at 8 a.m. on the morning of the release. I started to consider I could order it on Amazon. I also meant to order the DVD of Young Frankenstein.
A couple days before the release, the book was available. It wasn't an option to receive it on the Saturday morning. Nevermind, I was already happy it was available. I forgot to order the DVD, though.
So I've had the book a few days now. I won't be as fast as a bunch of colleagues who have already devoured it ;)
Saturday, 2. June 2007, 20:45:31
thanks, swag, opera, friend
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At my last visit at the office yesterday, somebody had brought somthing for me from somebody, and gave it to somebody to give to me. She was mysterious about it. "Maybe you lent someone spoons and a t-shirt".
That didn't ring any bell. And then I found a plastic bag. Spoons. I saw them and I knew instantly :) I should have known right away, in fact.
Chaals travels so much that one day he showed me a metallic spoon that he had gotten on a plane. Or Maybe it was a mettalic spoon that I had gotten on a plane myself. Anyway, I started to collect them and Chaals is the purveyor of fine metallic spoons. Thanks, my friend.
As to what my colleague referred to as a t-shirt, now. It was far too small to be a t-shirt. I saw a small lump of white fabric and letters "size matters", and I knew instantly :)
Chaals had gotten a boxer short. Not any boxer short. The Opera Mini "size matters" one :) The URI is on the back, with red in it, and the motto is on the front.
Thank you, thank you again!
Sunday, 29. April 2007, 22:19:10
silly, life, i don't like, home life
I was reminded of a phobia that I have had for as long as I remember. I meant to look the word up and Amy found it: Chaetophobia, the fear of hair. I don't know how to pronounce it, but I can certainly describe my own version of the phobia.
When I was a kid and my mum was bathing me, I was terrified of floating hair in the water. So I already had long hair at the time. I remember curling up as far as I could from these long, threatening, floating and offensive threats. My word was "thread", as in "there is a thread". My mother had to remove the floating "thread(s)" from the water.
Now I don't curl up so much, but I'm still really bugged by the occasional strand(s) of detached hair. A lot.
I don't mind attached hair at all. How funny to make the distinction.
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