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Protesting taxation with representation.
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The specific URL format for Rally burndown charts is provided for mashing with other web sites.
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The constant ripples of undirected communication as a metaphor for what is lost in working remotely is only a beginning for this insightful post about how to manage a remote worker successfully.
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Heh. See “Requirement: n. A statement of need by a Product Manager, seen as a loose suggestion by Development, and as a firm commitment by Sales.”
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Alas. I knew I wouldn’t get a chance to go but I’m disappointed anyway.
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Cool series of real (not digital) tilt shift photos of the University. My two favorites are the one showing the endzone in Scott Stadium, and the aerial view of the South Lawn project.
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Watch out, all you command line hackers! Thanks, BC, for making Boston look ridiculous AGAIN.
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Capsule review of “Love is a Mix Tape,” a new memoir by a UVA grad about his wife, their love and life in Charlottesville, and her early death, told through old mixtapes.
Day: April 16, 2009
Sammy’s Steak Den up in smoke
It’s a bad morning for old friends. It seems that Sammy’s Steak Den suffered a pretty bad fire this morning. A family lunch destination in Newport News when I was growing up for years, I remember the food almost as much as I do the waitresses and the clown painting on the wall. My dad had been going to it since before I was born.
It was a classic Greek burger and steak joint, with big burgers, mountains of fries, tasty (and cheap) steaks, and Greek salads (though honestly mostly I remember the burgers and the fries). I hope they’re able to rebuild; I was looking forward to taking my family some day.
Update: The original link is borked, but there are two follow-ups: it was an electrical fire sparked by a faulty outlet, and the structure has been condemned. So if they’re going to reopen it won’t be there. Waaaaaah, indeed.
Remembering Steve Bognaski
I learned this morning that a Virginia Glee Club friend, Steve Bognaski, died two months ago on Valentine’s Day of a heart attack. He was 38, and left a wife and two children.
I’m kind of flabbergasted. Steve always was one of the most bighearted guys I knew, full of life, a dedicated singer, and capable of highly vocal joy. It doesn’t seem fair that he’s gone.
I count myself fortunate that I was able to meet up with him when I was in Charlotte in September 2007 for the iTSMF show. He was excited about his family’s upcoming move to Suffolk, Virginia. I am sorry I didn’t see him more often in the time since graduation.