October 22, 2003

A Slashdot post says there’s a big bookstore in Seoul

October 22, 2003 - Categories: -Uncategorized

Deep within downtown Seoul, on the bottom floor of one of the city’s innumerable high-rises, is the Kyobo Bookstore, the largest of its kind in Asia. Along the West wall of this 2.3 million title shopping center is a selection of English books, and a selection of college textbooks larger than that many American campus stores. A visiting American student majoring in for example mathematics would be astounded upon browsing the selection, not because of the wide variety of books available, but because the exact same book which he or she spent over $120 on for the previous semester is available here for $30.

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October 22, 2003 - Categories: -Uncategorized

The PHP Scalability Myth

October 22, 2003 - Categories: -Uncategorized

by Jack Herrington

PHP scales. There, I said it. The word on the street is that “Java scales and
PHP doesn’t.” The word on the street is wrong, and PHP needs someone to
stand up and tell the truth: that it does scale.


Wedding stories

October 22, 2003 - Categories: -Uncategorized

My sister Ching Chua got married to John Valdezco last 2003.10.18.
A couple of stories:

Monsignor Nico presided at the wedding. He started the homily with the
lyrics from a song from Fiddler on the Roof, then told us a little bit
about Ching and John, and then… ummm… switched over to talking
about my dad and the adventures he and my dad had in Sagada. I had to
make sure I was at the right wedding. ;)

Reception was funny, too. Speeches, right? Parents of the groom,
parents of the bride, yadayada.

(roughly paraphrased:)

“We promised Ching that no matter where she was, if she was in
trouble, we’d find her. Floods, storms, whatever – we’d always be
there. John, now that you’ve married Ching…”

(At this point we half-expected them to end with “… if you hurt her,
we will track you down and kill you.”)

“… you are now under our family’s protection.”

(Great. Now we’re like the Mafia.)

Other things that happened, hmm. Ah, yes, the bouquet thing. I didn’t
get up – my excuse was “I don’t have a PhD yet!” – but Kathy was a
sport. Ching’s friends also joined after much prodding.

Mom thought it might be a good thing to do the traditional
bouquet-throwing a little differently. Thrown bouquets usually end up
on the floor, and there’s just something wrong about that. So Ching
asked all the single girls to close their eyes while she walked around
and decided who she wanted to set up.

An indignant and extremely familiar yell made it very clear that Kathy
felt betrayed as she felt the bouquet being passed into her hands.
Betrayed! By our own sister! She was a good sport about it, though.

The garter went to John’s boss. (paraphrased) “So, John, you two are
going on your honeymoon, right? You might as well take an extended
leave, because when you get back, you won’t have a job!” But he was
also a good sport.

So Kathy gamely removed one of her sandals (very glad she’d had a
pedicure) and allowed the guy to slip the garter up to somewhere below
her knee. Lots of people in the room were urging the guy to raise it
higher. What we didn’t expect, however, was that our _dad_ would be
loudest among those shouting “Higher! Higher!”

Kathy threw the bouquet at him.

And still my dad kept going “Higher! Higher!”

She threatened to throw her shoe.

It was a pretty fun wedding.