I've not been sure what to write for an #introduction, but:
I have a couple of young kids, born right before and right after the pandemic started. That's most of what I do now.
Professionally, I'm a software engineer working at a bigtech. Before that, a "research scientist" in various ML/NLP things.
I enjoy learning languages (natural and computer), personal computer programming, reading, PC gaming on Linux, #HEMA , and hiking in New Hampshire's White Mountains. I once played a lot of cello.
Surgeon thinks they got the whole tumor out. It was quite large. Radiology report said 6 cm by 6 cm by 4.5 cm. Presumably not actually a prism or spheroid with those dimensions, but still. Bigger than a golf ball, and you can't actually fit that many golf balls into a child's brain cavity. (Not that I'm inclined to try.)
Road ahead still uncertain, but it sounds like we may be on not quite so precarious a path.
Ah. Just poked the bureaucracy with a stick, and apparently an emergency surgical case has bumped us this morning. No telling until when.
"Lt. Cmdr. Procedure Blocks 23-44, please report."
"Captain, I wish you wouldn't refer to the bureaucracy that way."
"Nonsense, Number One. It's saved more Away Team lives than we can count, and it consumes less oxygen than you do. Also looks better in a beard. Perfectly good candidate for a field commission."
If bureaucracy were all it took to protect a child, we'd be more than set. Give that hospital a bureaucracy. Hospitals love bureaucracy.
In a way, I suppose it does help. Checklists save lives, that sort of thing. But man, they do not care. Guess I sound like one of those Starfleet officers who refused to allow that Data was sentient.
Okay. I feel like I ripped off the band-aid emotionally. And nothing is happening. Doctors came in 50 minutes ago to ask if we had signed a consent form yet. No? Huh. Should have done that. Okay.
This is like Rorschach yelling, "Do it!" and Dr. Manhattan taking an hour to follow through. The tableaux is set. Let the axe fall. In manus tuas, Domine.
But no. The Dominus of hospital bureaucracy hasn't yet had its full.
Not really complaining, mind you. It's just... so damn mundane.
Awake now. Waiting. Kid still asleep. Feeling a little more hopeful, but every reason to expect a long surgery. The doctors have put up a very professionally ambiguous front about our prospects, but yesterday the anesthesiologist had a small tell. This is not a simple resection (like mine in 2016). My amateur read of the MRI report has left me really worried about the surgical outcome. Chemo seems completely given at this point. But at least now I feel like he might come home again.
Nurse woke me up, he's still asleep. Time for another dose of pre-op steroids. Says she'll be in more often to check his IV site throughout the night.
Surgery in 6½ hours.
Kid: (Looking at Disney movie display in the lobby. It is showing a scene from Star Wars, with the Death Star in the background and a Star Destroyer floating ominously in the foreground.)
Kid: "Look at that! That's the moon."
Me: (Oh, man. Thirty years have not prepared me for this. Do I say anything?)
Me: "...kid, that's no moon..."
This is, ironically, probably easier to deal with now than when I was in my 20s.
Turns out that it is a brain tumor, located in an inconvenient place (not superficial), and the neurosurgeons want it out pronto. Bit of emotional whiplash here - I was supposed to take him to his first little kid town sports thing next Saturday. We would never have known if he hadn't been flagged during an eye exam.
I'm no stranger to brain tumors. (That's where my metal plate comes from.) But this one sounds nastier. Never want to hear "infiltrated" with respect to tumor shape.
It must be so much easier to have kids in your 20s. Back then, I would just tank a sleepless night with nothing but snacks to eat.
Stuck in the hospital with a 3½-year-old for over 7 hours. Eye exam snowballed into "Kid needs an MRI under session, but not so urgently that he won't be shut into an exam room for 4 hours."
It was long past dinnertime. Can't eat because the anesthesiologist days so. Kid hung in there, but I didn't eat, and no one slept. Since getting a metal plate on my head at the ripe old age of 31, that's a one-way ticket to migraineville.
Upon reflection, I don't think I've ever actually felt good after eating a Clif bar. It's just a chunk of sweet blegh. Calories for a machine, imitating nutrition.
I say this after relying on the damn things off and on to keep myself fed during the day. Sounds like I should reconsider some of my life choices.
It's been over 10 years since I've had to shop for colo services, and everything has changed. A friend just wants to get pricing for a beefy private server, real hardware, hosted somewhere and taken care of. Rackspace went cloud and won't give prices unless you talk to a sales rep first. (I think.. their Web site is not very good.)
What hosting service does SDF use? Are there still places that you can rent a customized rack from for a reasonable price?
Had a dream that charging the phone I got from The Company resulted in a bulging battery. Probably some symbolism there about malign influence from the job environment making its way into my personal space.
But, a bulging battery? Couldn't the symbolism have been more exciting? Like demons, or dragons, or, well, anything less mundane?
Hashtag following has been merged into the upcoming version of Mastodon, and will be available on all servers at the next update.
Elsewhere on the Fediverse, Friendica has already had hashtag following for years now, across all servers.
Whichever platform you're using, it works the same way:
1. Log in through the website
2. Search for a hashtag
3. Click the follow logo (or + sign) in the top right corner of the results
You will then see posts with that hashtag in your normal timeline even if you don't follow the account posting it. Note that it only shows posts published after the follow happened, so you may not see tagged posts in your timeline immediately.
This only works with posts visible to your server anyway, it won't pull posts in just on the basis of the tag. It's effectively a filter of the Federated timeline.
Also @naturaltonic on Twitter.
"I appreciate SDF but it's a general-purpose server and the name doesn't make it obvious that it's about art." - Eugen Rochko