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12 Feb 2009 | 5 Comments
The House I Bought

I bought a house for $150,000 eight years ago and had a loan of $120,000. The value of my house increased to $350,000. I took advantage of the situation and refinanced, being a conservative person, only borrowing $280,000 at a favorable 5.5% rate fixed for 30 years paying $1,600 per month for the mortgage and another $400 per month for real estate taxes and insurance…

Observations »

11 Feb 2009 | Please Comment
First Do No Harm

U.S. Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner yesterday unveiled thoughts to improve the US economic situation. The market gave its mark to his appearances but I wanted to share a couple of my thoughts from software development perspective.

No significant software is ever created overnight. The first release takes an enormous amount of effort….

Thoughts »

7 Feb 2009 | 10 Comments
Complex And Inefficient Systems

In discussion with a colleague, I mentioned that Wordpress.org was able to provide very nice functionality with excellent usability through php, mySQL, and Apache. She said these were simpler technologies not particularly suitable for today’s complex corporate environment where more complete frameworks are required to satisfy all of the business requirements. I challenged her by saying that some of the blogs get millions of daily hits with this simple architecture while some corporate systems stall after a few hundred users. She told me that the data model in a blog is much simpler than in any corporate system. I know…

Experiences »

5 Feb 2009 | 3 Comments
Theater Is Life

A few years ago, my wife implemented a weekly program of getting over a dozen books from the library for the nightly reading with our children. Periodically, she gets a Dr. Seuss book or two which are truly enjoyable.

Past Sunday, we went with our son to a musical called the Seussical at the Wheelock Family Theatre which brought together many of his stories into a very nice performance…

Experiences »

31 Jan 2009 | 9 Comments
My Little Ship

The year before my mother passed away, she taught my son a song about a little boy and his toy ship. Every time I hear the song (“Im pokrik navak” here), I remember my childhood. I remember my mother and her words here and there that in hindsight seem to all have had a purpose. She would sometimes make a comment about something that seemed irrelevant or unimportant at the time…