Ahhh… A fast blog! Nice to know what WPEngine produces from the user point of view, now that I’m interning here. I’m impressed so far. 🙂
One week down, seven to go. It went by much faster than I had thought it would, working on assorted scripts to monitor assorted variables on assorted servers. Learning faster than I have in a while - It helps that WPEngine makes money, whereas the school doesn’t.
Anyways, enough ranting about schools. Now that I have a blog, I need to come up with something to blog about. It’s not that my life is an empty shell: I could blog about things like Cacti, the network monitoring tool, or I could blog about the idiosyncracities of logrotate. Another thing I could write about is byobu, the GNU frontend to screen. It’s definetly worth writing about, being one of those hidden treats in the Linux world.
Then I decided that I could write about something else entirely. Maybe my background or something. My father works as a software engineer. His father engineered. His father was an engineer. His father invented the speaker. Etcetera.
On the other side, my mother worked as an accountant. Her father was an engineer. His father… I don’t know anything about (Most likely an engineer, though).
Then there’s me, a programmer. With Spock as a role model, I don’t get much in the way of creative outlets. So I will tell a story. Hopefully my creative writing skills haven’t deteriorated too much 🙂
Smack dab in the middle of Oklahoma, there is a small town. Some distance to the east of this town, where the highway met the other highway, there sits a small cottage. Rain poured down. Inside, drops splashed into buckets set on the muddy wood floor. Where there might be windows, there were merely boards, except for the East window. A crack ran through the single pane of glass set into the rotting wood walls, letting water splatter on both sides of the glass.
With his feet propped up on a milk crate, a young man sat on a chair that resembled the house around him: ramshackle. He sat motionlessly, arms crossed, staring blankly out of the window at the rising sun.
It was the start of another day, and it had to be raining.