ಕಳೆದ ಬೇಸಿಗೆಯಲ್ಲಿ, ನಾನು ಶೀತಕಯಂತ್ರದ ಒಂದು "ಜೈಲಿನಿಂದ ನೇರವಾಗಿ" ಪಟ್ಟಿಯನ್ನು ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಸಿತು.  #1 ಪಟ್ಟಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಲಾರೆನ್ಸ್ ಒಡೊನೆಲ್ ಆಗಿದೆ (ಕರಾರುವಾಕ್ಕಾಗಿಲ್ಲ ಊಹೆಗಳಿಗಾಗಿ), ಆದರೆ ಆ ರೀತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ನ ವ್ಯಾಪ್ತಿ ಮೀರಿ ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ :)  ಇಂದು, ನಾನು ಪಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಸಿಸ್ಕೋ ನ VPN ಕ್ಲೈಂಟ್ ಸೇರಿಸಲು ನಾನು, ಮತ್ತು ಒಂದು ಮೂಗಿನ ಮೂಲಕ ವ್ಯಾಪ್ತಿ ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ.

ಗ್ರಾಹಕರಿಗೆ ಅನೇಕ ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ಒಂದು ಗುಂಪನ್ನು ತಮ್ಮ ಸೈಟ್ ದೂರದ ಪ್ರವೇಶವನ್ನು ಸಕ್ರಿಯಗೊಳಿಸಲು ಸಿಸ್ಕೋ VPN ಬಳಸಲಾಗುತ್ತದೆ.  ಬ್ಯಾಕ್ ನಂತರ, ಈ ಗ್ರಾಹಕರಿಗೆ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ವಾಸ್ತವ PC ಗಳು ದಾಖಲಿಸಿದವರು ಮತ್ತು ಆ ಮೇಲೆ ಸಿಸ್ಕೋ ಇನ್ಸ್ಟಾಲ್? ವೈ?  ನೀವು ಸಹ ಸ್ಥಳೀಯ ನೆಟ್ವರ್ಕ್ ಮುದ್ರಕಗಳು ಬ್ರೌಸ್ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಸಿಸ್ಕೋ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಗಣಕವನ್ನು ಅಪ್ ಲಾಕ್ ಕಾರಣ, ಸ್ಕೈಪ್ ನಂತಹ ಮಾತ್ರ ಅಪಾಯಕಾರಿ ಉಪಕರಣಗಳು ಅವಕಾಶ, ಕಮ್ಯೂನಿಕೇಟರ್ ಮತ್ತು "~" ಕೀ.  ಆದರೆ,  ನೀವು VM ನಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ಥಾಪಿಸಲು ವೇಳೆ, ನಿಮ್ಮ VM ಲಾಕ್ ಆದರೆ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಹೋಸ್ಟ್ ಇದೆ. 

ನಾನು ಸಿಸ್ಕೋ VPN ಕ್ಲೈಂಟ್ ಬಳಸಲು ಏಕೆಂದರೆ ನಾನು ಇಂದು ಆ ವೈಭವ ದಿನಗಳ ನೆನಪು ಬಾಗುತ್ತೇನೆ * ಮತ್ತೆ * ಮತ್ತು ನನಗೆ ಲಾಕ್ ಮತ್ತು ನಾನು ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷದಲ್ಲಿ ಬಳಸಲು ಹೊಂದಿರುತ್ತವೆ.  ನಾನು ಬದಲಿಗೆ ಸಿಸ್ಕೋ VPN ಕ್ಲೈಂಟ್ ಜೈಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಎಂದು ಅರ್ಹವಾಗಿದೆ ಎಷ್ಟು ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಬದಲಾಗಿ ಅದನ್ನು ಬಳಸಲು ಬಯಸುವ ...

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ನನ್ನ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಚಂದಾದಾರರಾಗಿ.

ನಲ್ಲಿ ಟ್ವಿಟ್ಟರ್ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಅನುಸರಿಸಿ http://www.twitter.com/pagalvin

ಶೇರ್ಪಾಯಿಂಟ್ ಉತ್ತಮ.

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ನನ್ನ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಚಂದಾದಾರರಾಗಿ.

ನಲ್ಲಿ ಟ್ವಿಟ್ಟರ್ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಅನುಸರಿಸಿ http://www.twitter.com/pagalvin

ನಾವು ಉತ್ತರ ನ್ಯೂ ಜರ್ಸಿ ಗಾಲ್ವಿನ್ ರಾಜಕೀಯ ವಿಡಂಬನೆ ಟಿವಿ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಅಭಿಮಾನಿಗಳಾಗಿದ್ದರು. ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮ, The Daily Show hosted by Jon Stewart. I don’t like to get political in my blogging, so all I’ll say on that is that without the Daily Show, ನಾನು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಶಾಶ್ವತವಾಗಿ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದರೂ ಅಥವಾ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಅರ್ಥದಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಸ್ಯದ ಎಲ್ಲಾ 12/12/2000.

We were having a meal on the deck early last week and my ten year old son brings up a recent episode of the Show. I made the comment, "Jon Stewart knows that he better not make fun of me or there will be terrible consequences for Jon Stewart."

My son thinks about it for a minute and says: "Dad, number one: He doesn’t even know you."

I waited for a number two, but he decided that was enough and moved on to the next subject without skipping a beat.

It used to be that I could get a lot more mileage out of those kinds of jokes, but he’s getting too used to me or too mature or both. I need to adjust somehow.

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ನನ್ನ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಚಂದಾದಾರರಾಗಿ.

ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಮೂರು ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ, ನನ್ನ ಹೆಂಡತಿ ಮತ್ತು ನಾನು ಬೇಸಿಗೆ ಚಟುವಟಿಕೆಗಳ ನನ್ನ ಮಗ ಸಹಿ, The Midland Park Players. This is a drama group that spends about three or four weeks preparing for a play and then showing it to the parents, friends and relatives. It’s always been done very well.

I don’t know if everyone’s child is like this, but my son is extremely reluctant to try new things. Knowing this, we signed him up for the program. We’ve found that it’s best to alert him to these kinds of things early and often. ಆದ್ದರಿಂದ, in order to overcome his natural reluctance, we told him early and did our best to make it sound like fun, ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ. Even with a multi-month advertising campaign, he still wasn’t convinced. We forced him to do, ಆದರೂ, and as is often the case, he had a great time.

By the time the second year rolled around, he had once again convinced himself that he didn’t want to participate. ಆದರೆ, we had signed him up and on zero-day, I dropped him off one morning at the high school where they practice. When I went to pick him up after lunch, he was very excited, all smiles and announced, "The play is the Velveteen Rabbit and I want to be the Rabbit". He had spent literally months carrying on (sometimes hysterically) about how he didn’t want to have anything to do with Park Players and after the first day, he wants to be the lead role in the play. We’ve seen this pattern before.

(Much to our surprise, he did get the Rabbit role and he was amazing.)

Fast forward a few years. He’s been in Park Players three times now, so he’s something of a veteran. This summer (2008), Players starts up again. ಸರಾಸರಿ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ, he’s finally convinced us he ನಿಜವಾಗಿ doesn’t want to play soccer and he never liked basketball. That left him with no extra-curricular activities for late Winter / early Spring. A client with whom I was working mentioned that his daughter was in a program called Stage Right. Stage right is a slightly more expensive version of Park Players and it’s not in my town, but adjacent to it. Perfect.

The thing to know about that town is that it’s practically another country in terms of wealth. It has a high-frequency train right to Wall Street and NYC in general. It’s just a wealthy place. One of the on-going family discussion themes is whether we should have moved to that town instead of where we live now. It’s a bigger town, its schools offer more programs for the kids, ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ. My wife grew up in that town and her parents live there, so we are "hooked in" despite not living there. I personally grew up in different circumstances in Massachusetts, so I don’t have a lot to say about this during family dinner conversation. This isn’t to say that we aren’t very happy where we live. We just know that that town is a level above our town economically.

Stage Right’s next program started too soon for us to launch our normal advertising campaign to overcome my son’s reluctance. This is when he came up with one my personal favorite arguments against doing something: "Friday nights are prime nights for sleep overs!" Stage Right was going to interfere with his weekend socials.

The day comes, we bring him there and drop him off and as with everything else, his natural love of just being alive took over and he’s been having a good time with it.

This past weekend my wife was talking to him and for the first time, I think he’s tailoring his discussions very precisely for his audience. She had asked him how Stage Right compares to Midland Park Players. He tells her that "In Park Players, we have teenagers that help us out. There aren’t any in in Stage Right. In Park Players, teenagers make all props. In Stage Right, we have to bring our own props. We have to do everything. And then he twists the knife: "I thought this was supposed to be a rich town."

All these years, I never really thought that he was hearing or understanding anything as it related to the "rich town". ಹೇಗಾದರೂ, it turns out he was.

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ನನ್ನ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಚಂದಾದಾರರಾಗಿ.

ನಾನು ಇತ್ತೀಚೆಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಸಹೋದರನನ್ನು ಊಟದ ಖರೀದಿಸಿತು (ಎಂದಿನಂತೆ) and we ended up talking about funny things that we did at our respective colleges. At my alma mater, LAFAYETTE ಕಾಲೇಜ್, the academic support IT department had a very inclusive way about it. We were given a LOT of rope and I took advantage of that at times.

ಎರಡು ನನ್ನ ಮೆಚ್ಚಿನ ನೆನಪುಗಳು ನನ್ನ ಉತ್ತಮ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತ ಸಂಬಂಧಿಸಿವೆ, Gabe. He had made the terrible mistake of telling people his freshman year that "I’m a freshman, ಆದರೆ ನಾನು ಸೊಫೊಮೊರ್ ನಿಂತಿರುವ ಹೊಂದಿವೆ" ಅವರು ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡ ಹಲವಾರು ಮುಂದುವರಿದ ಉದ್ಯೋಗ ತರಗತಿಗಳು ಕಾರಣ, ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ. Many of us were similarly situated but we didn’t talk about it so much. His senior year, ನಾವು ಜನರು ಅವನನ್ನು ಪರಿಚಯಿಸಿದಾಗ, we’d say "This is Gabe. He’s a Senior, but he has Sophomore standing".

The college had some Sun workstation/servers running X-Window. They had gigantic monitors and the engineers used them for CAD and other boring engineer stuff. We CS people used them to learn programming and, ಸಹಜವಾಗಿ, ಆಟಗಳನ್ನು ಆಡಲು.

ನಾವು ಕಂಪ್ಯೂಟರ್ ಅಸಹಾಯಕ ಎಂಜಿನಿಯರ್ಗಳು ಇಷ್ಟವಾಗುತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಹಾಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ನೆಚ್ಚಿನ ವಸ್ತುಗಳ ಒಂದು ತಾವು ಯಾವುದೇ ಪೆಟ್ಟಿಗೆಗೆ ನೆಟ್ ಗೆ ಮತ್ತು ಓಡುತ್ತವೆ ಎಕ್ಸ್ ಕಣ್ಣು on them. This would pop up a pair of eyes that followed the mouse around on the screen. You could pop up even more and have literally a dozen or more of the X-eye applications running. Try not to laugh out loud when a hapless engineer is trying to close X-eye after X-eye and muttering under his breath about it 🙂

We also played X-trek on those boxes. To do that, ನೀವು ಮೂಲ ಡೌನ್ಲೋಡ್ ಬಂತು, get various dependencies wherever you could find them and build it. I wasn’t a sophisticated C programmer, but I could read header files. I was looking through these and found directives like "#DEFINE MAX_TORPEDO_DISTANCE 10". I played around with that increase range and power for phases and torpedoes, ಪುನಃರೂಪಿಸಲಾಯಿತು ಇದು ತದನಂತರ ಗೇಬ್ ನಾವು ಆಡಿದ ಮುಂದಿನ ಬಾರಿ ನಾಶ.

ಗೇಬ್ ಸಹ ಎಂಬ TV ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮವೊಂದರಲ್ಲಿ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಅಭಿಮಾನಿಯಾಗಿದ್ದರು ಬ್ಲೇಕ್ನ 7. I had never seen it, ಆದರೆ ಆ ಡಾ ಒತ್ತಾಯಿಸಿ ನನ್ನ ಅಡ್ಡಿಯಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. Who is the superior show. The arguments would get heated at times 🙂

ಒಂದು ದಿನ, it occurred to me that I could probably guess his UNIX password. I sat down next to him one day and announced in a loud tone, "I’m going to guess your password right now, Gabe." "Yeah, ಬಲ" was his answer. I then logged in, ತನ್ನ ಬಳಕೆದಾರ ಐಡಿ ನಮೂದಿಸಿದ, ಅವನನ್ನು ಎದುರಿಸಲು ತಿರುಗಿ, ಟೈಪ್ ಮತ್ತು ಜೋರಾಗಿ ಹೇಳಿದರು, "I wonder if it’s B-L-A-K-E-7" ? Touch typing has never paid off as handsomely as it did that day.

ಮುಂದಿನ ವಾರ (ಅಥವಾ ಶೀಘ್ರದಲ್ಲೇ): More computer room antics from college.

ನೀವು ಯಾವುದೇ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಹೊಂದಿದ್ದೀರಾ? Leave a comment or email me and I’ll publish them here.

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ನನ್ನ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಚಂದಾದಾರರಾಗಿ.

ಪೋಷಕರು ಮಾಹಿತಿ, somewhere along the line I discovered the "When I was a little boy" trick.

ನನ್ನ ಸೂರ್ಯ, ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಬಹುಶಃ ನಾಲ್ಕು ಅಥವಾ ಐದು, ಒಂದು ಬಲೂನ್ ಆಡುತ್ತ ಆಕಾಶಬುಟ್ಟಿಗಳು ಆಡಲು ಅತ್ಯಂತ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಹುಡುಗರಂತೆ ಮಾಡಲಾಯಿತು, he popped it. He was very upset. The world had come to an end. I said to him, "when I was little boy, ನಾನು ಬಲೂನ್ ಮತ್ತು ಇದು ಅಂತಿಮವಾಗಿ ತುಂಬಿವೆ ಮತ್ತು, I got a new balloon." It seemed to help him cope with his loss and led to a fun talk about what it was like when I was a little boy.

That worked well as a consolation technique and I used it a several times over the next period of time. I did get into trouble once when his Monster Rancher 3 creature died. I talked about how my dog, ರಾಜಕುಮಾರ, had died in a car accident. ಈ ಸಮಯ, ಅವರ ಪ್ರತಿಕ್ರಿಯೆ, "Now I feel bad about two things!" I shied away from using the "when I was a little boy" ನಂತರ ಸಮಾಧಾನ ಕೌಶಲ್ಯವು.

ಸತ್ತ ನಾಯಿ ಘಟನೆ ಮೊದಲು, ಹೇಗಾದರೂ, I had also started to use the technique to convince him to do chores. "When I was a little boy, I had to go out and get the newspaper", "clean my room", "get Mommy her coffee cup", ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ.

ಈ ತುಂಬಾ ಆ ಸಾಕಷ್ಟು ಯಶಸ್ವಿಯಾಯಿತು, but he started to increasingly rebel against the tyranny of my childhood. One event, ವಿಶೇಷವಾಗಿ, marked the end. I told him to bring the garbage cans from curb back to the garage. He argued and I responded, "When I was a little boy, I had to take the garbage back to the garage." He responded, "Oh yeah! Well when you were a little boy, ಆ ಮೂರ್ಖನಾಗಿದ್ದೆ!".

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ನನ್ನ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಚಂದಾದಾರರಾಗಿ.

ಮತ್ತೆ ಸುಮಾರು 1998, the company I worked for at the time received some funding to create a new e-commerce product. We had the full gamut of business requirements to meet. It had to be fast, ಕೊನೆಯ ಬಳಕೆದಾರರಿಗೆ ಸುಲಭ, ಅಲಂಕಾರದ, ಬಹು ಭಾಷೆಯ, ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ. Sad to say, ನಾನು ಬಹುಶಃ ಆ ಅಮಲೇರಿಸುವ ದಿನಗಳಿಂದ ಸಾಧಿಸಲು ಕೆಲಸದ ಮಹತ್ವಾಕಾಂಕ್ಷೆಯ ಸೆಟ್ ಮಾಹಿತಿ ಹೊಂದಿಲ್ಲ.

This effort pre-dated Microsoft.NET. Plain vanilla ASP was still somewhat new (ನನ್ನ ಕಂಪನಿಗೆ ಅಥವಾ ಕನಿಷ್ಠ ಬಹಳ ಪರಿಚಯವಿಲ್ಲದ). "Brick and mortar" companies were doomed. ಡೂಮ್ಡ್! This is to say that it was pioneering work. ಮಾಡಿರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಹ್ಯಾಡ್ರಾನ್ ಕೊಲೈಡರ್ ಪ್ರವರ್ತಕ ಕೆಲಸ, ಆದರೆ ನಮಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಕಡಿಮೆ ವಿಶ್ವದ, ಇದು ಕೆಲಸ ಪ್ರವರ್ತಕ ಮಾಡಲಾಯಿತು.

We were crazy busy. We were doing mini POC’s almost every day, ಒಂದು ಅಂತರ್ಗತವಾಗಿ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಿಲ್ಲದ ಮಾಧ್ಯಮದಲ್ಲಿ ರಾಜ್ಯದ ನಿರ್ವಹಿಸಲು ಹೇಗೆ ಕುರಿತಾಗಿ ಯೋಚನೆ, ಬಹು ಭಾಷೆ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗಳ ಕುರಿತಾಗಿ ಯೋಚನೆ, row-level security. We even had create a vocabulary to define basic terms (ನಾನು ರಾಜ್ಯದ ನಿರಂತರ ಆದ್ಯತೆ ಆದರೆ ಕಾರಣಕ್ಕೆ, the awkward "statefull" ದಿನ ಸಾಧಿಸಿದೆ).

ನಾವು ಹುಚ್ಚನಂತೆ ಈ ಉತ್ಪನ್ನವನ್ನು ಕಂಡುಹಿಡಿದ ಇದ್ದುದರಿಂದ, the marketing and sales people were out there trying to sell it. Somehow, they managed to sell it to our nightmare scenario. Even though we were designing and implementing an enterprise solution, we really didn’t expect the first customer to use every last feature we built into the product day zero. This customer needed multi-language, a radically different user interface from the "standard" system but with the same business logic. Multi-language was especially hard in this case, ನಾವು ಯಾವಾಗಲೂ ಸ್ಪ್ಯಾನಿಶ್ ಅಥವಾ ಫ್ರೆಂಚ್ ಒತ್ತು ಏಕೆಂದರೆ, ಆದರೆ ಈ ಸಂದರ್ಭದಲ್ಲಿ, ಇದು ಚೀನೀ ಆಗಿತ್ತು (ಇದು ನಾವು ಬಳಸುವ ತಂತ್ರಜ್ಞಾನ ನೀಡಿದ ಡಬಲ್ ಬೈಟ್ ರ ಸೆಟ್ ಮತ್ತು ಅಗತ್ಯವಿದೆ ವಿಶೇಷ ನಿರ್ವಹಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದು).

Fast forward a few months and I’m on a Northwest airlines flight to Beijing. I’ve been so busy preparing for this trip that I have almost no idea what it’s like to go there. I had read a book once about how an American had been in China for several years and had learned the language. One day he was walking the city and asked some people for directions. The conversation went something this:

• ಅಮೆರಿಕದವ: "Could you tell me how to get to [XX] ರಸ್ತೆ?"
• ಚೀನೀ: "Sorry, we don’t speak English".
• ಅಮೆರಿಕದವ: "Oh, ಜೊತೆಗೆ ನಾನು ಮ್ಯಾಂಡರಿನ್ ಮಾತನಾಡುತ್ತಾರೆ." ಮತ್ತು ಅವರು ಚೀನೀ ಮತ್ತೆ ಅವರನ್ನು ಕೇಳಿದೆ, ಆದರೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಸ್ಪಷ್ಟವಾಗಿ (ಅವರು ಸಾಧ್ಯವೋ ಅತ್ಯುತ್ತಮ ಮಾಹಿತಿ).
• ಚೀನೀ: ಅತ್ಯಂತ ನಯವಾಗಿ, "Sorry, we don’t speak English".

The conversation went on like that for bit and the American gave up in frustration. As he was leaving them he overheard one man speaking to the other, "I could have sworn he was asking for directions to [XX] ರಸ್ತೆ."

I had picked up a few bits and pieces of other China-related quasi-information and "helpful advice":

• A Korean co-worked told me that the I needed to be careful of the Chinese because "they would try to get me drunk and take advantage of you" ಕೆಟ್ಟ ವ್ಯವಹಾರ ನಿರ್ಧಾರಗಳ ಒಳಗೆ ನನಗೆ ಒತ್ತಡ ಅರ್ಥದಲ್ಲಿ.
• ನಾವು ಕಾರ್ ಚಲಾಯಿಸಲು ಅವಕಾಶವಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ (ಈ ಕಸ್ಟಮ್ ಎಂಬ ಕೆಲವು ಗೊಂದಲ ಇತ್ತು, ಒಂದು ಕಾನೂನುಬದ್ಧ ಅವಶ್ಯಕತೆ ಎಂದೋ ಅಥವಾ ಕೇವಲ ಗ್ರಾಹಕನ ನಿಯಮ).
• ಕಸ್ಟಮ್ಸ್ ಹಾದುಹೋಗುವ ವಿಶೇಷ ನಿಯಮಗಳಿವೆ ಎಂದು.
• ನಾವು ಏನು ಅಮೇರಿಕನ್ ಹಣ ಬಳಸಲು ಅವಕಾಶವಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.
• You’re not supposed to leave tips. It’s insulting if you do.

ಮತ್ತು ಅಂತಿಮವಾಗಿ, ನಾನು ಸಾಕಷ್ಟು ತಾಜಾ ನೆನಪಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಹೀಗೆ ತಿಯಾನನ್ಮೆನ್ ಹತ್ಯಾಕಾಂಡ. When I was at college, I remember seeing real-time Usenet postings as the world looked on in horror.

ಸಂಕ್ಷಿಪ್ತವಾಗಿ, I was very nervous. I wasn’t just normal-nervous in the sense that I was delivering a solution that was orders of magnitude more complicated than anything I had ever done before. I was also worried about accidentally breaking a rule that could get me in trouble.

ನಾನು ಈ ಮೇಲೆ ಮನುಷ್ಯ 14 ಗಂಟೆ ವಿಮಾನ ಮತ್ತು ಇದು ವ್ಯಾಪಾರ ವರ್ಗ ಸಹ, 14 ಗಂಟೆಗಳಷ್ಟು ಶಾಪಗ್ರಸ್ತ ದೀರ್ಘ ಸಮಯ. ಓದುವ ಮೂಲಕ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮನರಂಜನೆಗಾಗಿ ಮಾತ್ರ ಅನೇಕ ಬಗೆಗಳು, watching movies or playing with the magnetized cutlery. Even a really good book is hard to read for several hours straight.

ಕೊನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ, ನಾನು ತಂತ್ರಾಂಶದ ಮೇಲೆ ಪ್ಯಾಕೇಜಿಂಗ್ ವಸ್ತುಗಳ ಓದಲು ಪ್ರಾರಂಭಿಸಿದರು ನಾನು ಗ್ರಾಹಕನಿಗೆ ನನ್ನೊಂದಿಗೆ ಕೈ ಸಾಗಿಸುತ್ತಿತ್ತು, Netscape’s web server. I’m reading the hardware/software requirements, ವ್ಯಾಪಾರೋದ್ಯಮ ಬ್ಲುರ್ಬ್ಸ್, ಸುಂದರ ಚಿತ್ರ ನೋಡುವ ಮತ್ತು ಇದ್ದಕ್ಕಿದ್ದಂತೆ, I zero in on the giant "NOT FOR EXPORT" ಎಚ್ಚರಿಕೆ, ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಏನಾದರೂ 128 bit encryption. I stuffed the box back into my carry bag, ಕೆಳಮುಖದ ಎಚ್ಚರಿಕೆ (ಸಹಾಯಕವಾಗಿದೆ ಎಂದು ವೇಳೆ ಮಾಹಿತಿ) ಮತ್ತು ದೃಷ್ಟಿಕೋನಗಳ ಇಡಲು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಿಸಿದ ಮಿಡ್ನೈಟ್ ಎಕ್ಸ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ out of my head.

ಈಗ ಮತ್ತೆ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿರುವುದು, ನಾನು ಚಿಂತಿತರಾಗಿಲ್ಲ ಮಾಡುವುದು, ಎಲ್ಲಾ ವೇಳೆ, ನಾನು ಅಮೇರಿಕಾದ ತೊರೆದಾಗ, not when I was entering China 🙂 Nothing untoward happened and I still consider that to be the best and most memorable business trip I’ve had the pleasure of making.

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ನನ್ನ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಚಂದಾದಾರರಾಗಿ!

One of the many joys I take in being the parent of a ten year old boy is finding new ways to make him laugh or think a little differently about questions and things in the world. I’ve used these techniques over the years:

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ತಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳನ್ನು ಅಪಾರ್ಥ:

ಅದರ: ಅದು ಯಾವ ದಿನ?

ದೇವರಾಣೆ: ಬುಧವಾರ ಮೊದಲು ಒಂದು ದಿನ.

ಎಸ್: ಇಲ್ಲ, ತಿಂಗಳ ಯಾವ ದಿನ ಅದು?

ಡಿ: ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯ, ನೋವು, ಮೊರೆ ಮುಂತಾದವುಗಳನ್ನು ಸೂಚಿಸುವ ಉದ್ಗಾರ, ಇದು ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ 4 ಜನವರಿ ನಂತರ ದಿನಗಳು 25.

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ಅವನನ್ನು ಕೆರಳಿಸು ಮತ್ತು ಅವರು ನಗುವುದು ನಿಂತಾಗ ನೀವು ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸಲು ಮಾಡುತ್ತೇವೆ ಅವನಿಗೆ.

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ಟಿವಿ ಕೋಣೆಗೆ ಮೆಟ್ಟಿಲುಗಳ ಕೆಳಗೆ ಹೋಗಿ ಮತ್ತು ಪ್ರಕಟಿಸು, "It’s good to be the daddy." ನಂತರ, ಹಾಸಿಗೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಬೆಚ್ಚಗಿನ ಸ್ಥಾನ ಪಡೆಯಲು ಮತ್ತು ಉತ್ತಮ ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೆ ಚಾನಲ್ ಬದಲಾಯಿಸಲು ಅವನನ್ನು ಎತ್ತಿಕೊಂಡು, ಸೈಫಿ ಚಾನಲ್ ಹಾಗೆ.

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Read stories out loud. Insert ridiculous sentences in the middle of the story. My favorite is to add "killing him instantly" when the main characters encounters some minor trouble. ಉದಾಹರಣೆಗೆ, "the knife slipped in his hand, ತನ್ನ ತೋರು ಬೆರಳು ಕತ್ತರಿಸುವ, ತಕ್ಷಣ ಅವನನ್ನು ಕೊಲ್ಲುವ." Nothing quite gets your son out of a complacent and passive listening mode as the main character being killed instantly.

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Read stories incorrectly. Read sentences backward. The best part of this is that the first couple of times I did this, my son thought he was helping me out by pointing out that I wasn’t reading the words in the right order. The down side is that he really doesn’t want me to read to him any more.

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Go to Burger King for lunch. My son would eat BK morning, night and day if we let him. When going, ಅವನಿಗೆ, "I know you hate going there, but we simply have no choice." When he tries to explain that he loves BK, talk over him and say things like "We don’t have time to argue about it! We’re going and I don’t want to have a discussion!"

(ಈ ನನ್ನ ನೆಚ್ಚಿನ ಬೋರ್ಗ್ ಜೋಕ್ನ ನನಗೆ ನೆನಪಿಸುತ್ತಾನೆ: "Borger King: We do it our way. Your way is irrelevant." hahaha!)

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ಪುಟಕ್ಕೆ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ತೆರೆಯಿರಿ 9 ಮತ್ತು ಸೇ, "hmm, that’s an odd page".

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Fill the world with arch enemies. "We’re going to run quick over toe 7-11, arch-enemy of 11-7".

"Your aunt lives in Ringwood, Squarewood ಎಂಬ ಪಟ್ಟಣಕ್ಕೆ ಕಮಾನು ಶತ್ರು."

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ನಾವು ನ್ಯೂಜರ್ಸಿಯ ಮ್ಯಾಸಚೂಸೆಟ್ಸ್ ಅನೇಕ ಬಾರಿ ಒಂದು ವರ್ಷ ಚಾಲನೆ ಮತ್ತು ಇದು ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತದೆ 5 hours door to door. As we arrive home and pull into the driveway say, "oh, ನಾನು ಮರೆತಿದ್ದಾರೆ, ನಾವು ಹೋಮ್ ಡಿಪೋ ಶೀಘ್ರ ಡ್ಯಾಶ್ ಅಗತ್ಯವಿದೆ."

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ಒಂದು ಟಿವಿ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನ ಒಂದು ಹಿಂಸಾತ್ಮಕ ಕಂತು ವೀಕ್ಷಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವಾಗ (ಉದಾಹರಣೆಗೆ ಹೀರೋಸ್ ಮಾಹಿತಿ), ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮಗ ತಿಳಿಸಿ, "some times, ಕೆಲಸ, I need to destroy my enemies by burning them alive using the powers of my mind. I don’t like doing it, ಆದರೆ ನೀವು ಏನು ಕಾರನ್ನು ಏನು ಕಾರನ್ನು."

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ಕೆಟ್ಟ ಭಯಾನಕ ಚಲನಚಿತ್ರಗಳನ್ನು ವೀಕ್ಷಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವಾಗ (see "It’s good to be the Daddy" ಮೇಲೆ), ascribe improbable motives to the evil character. ಉದಾಹರಣೆಗೆ, tell your son that the reason Jason is so angry is because he wants some cake and they won’t let him have any.

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Explain phone numbers incorrectly. Instead of telling your son to dial "201-111-2222", tell him it’s "2-011-1-12222".

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ನೀವು ಏನು ತಂತ್ರಗಳನ್ನು ಬಳಸುವುದು?

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