Archive for December, 2009

And so it begins…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on December 21, 2009 by stephenhuey

Here’s hoping this site will be helpful to people.  The only reason I finally decided to put a blog up is because I have some GAE code I want to share with interested parties, and I figured this would be a good place to do it.  As much as I love other writing, this may end up being mostly technical stuff here, but we’ll see how it goes.

I always thought I’d run a blog myself with a custom WordPress install or my own hacked-up solution, but this free WordPress.com hosted account already took me long enough to get going without even paying to use my own custom CSS because I had to pick a free theme, edit a couple photos to put on here and add some basic widgets, so I have no regrets at the moment–I have plenty of other things to occupy my time today!  Rather than writing my own blogging app, I’d rather spend my time writing more unusual code and share that with the world instead.

Someday soon I’ll post some Java snippets related to Google App Engine, but right now I need to go for a quick jog.  In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a well-known poem.  While I don’t agree with all of it, Rudyard Kipling forces me to ponder my life’s direction and reflect on how I’m living my day:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

If, by Rudyard Kipling

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