I was dreaming about computer games again. I was not asleep at the time, but that’s no matter because my thoughts were about as far from reality that computer game makers will ever dare to tread. I’ve asked around to some of my mmorpg playing...

I have been playing around with SQL lately, trying to get it to sit and roll over. Sure, I’m familiar with all the normal paradigms; all the usual crud. I can select with the best of them, slicing and dicing data with the efficiency of a ginsu knife...

A lot of the work that goes on inside a compiler is a bunch of translations that take the high-level conceptual idioms and turn them into stepwise instructions that are executed by the machine. Of course, this is often theoretical as many of these high...

Sometimes when I’m not deep in contemplation over the functioning of my brain, my addiction to coding and the contents of the soda coolers here at work, I actually get real work done. I know it is hard to believe, given all these posts. You’d...

It looks like X# might just see the light of day afterall, as the foundation of a even more ambitious research language from Microsoft. This article actually gets most of all the facts right. Except it doesn't mention my brilliance anywhere. X# ==...

I was at an offsite a while ago where a bunch of us got together to talk about some technology thing, some potential product or what not, that may not see the light of day for a while. I had a chance to give a presentation on some of my forays into data...

I had something special to do this morning. It was a vital mission. I had memorized the instructions, our watches were synchronized. I was geared up and ready to go. Mentally, I was on target. I was well rested, well fed and well into the start of a glorious...

In response to my earlier post, “ Spanning the Matrix “, Ralfs Sudelbücher has something to say about building O-R mapping engines in “ Spans in ObjectSpaces are not Enough .“ He is making the point that it is not enough...

How is it that one can bond so well with a machine? It’s not as if it is a person with likes and dislikes, habits and vices. It does not comfort you when you’re down, laugh at your jokes or feel pride in your accomplishments. It’s just...

“What are you thinking?” The words are pitched into the air, like a balloon from a comic strip that lingers as I stand frozen. Betsy is speaking. She has been telling me something and I have been listening, but I must seem distant, distraught...