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Word of the day: Friktison

Another Blast from the Past: Mobile Web Services

I’m continually amazed at how long ‘old’ internet posts and articles stick around.  While doing some digging into into a Java AJAX library for work, I ran across an article I had written for Java Developer’s Journal in 2003 titled “Mobile Webservices with kSOAP.”

Granted, this is a archived soft-copy of the print magazine article I’d written, so one might expect it to have a bit of longevity.  That said, it’s interesting to look back 14 years at the state-of-the-art Internet and mobile technologies and compare them to where we are today.

As for me, I now have a teenage daughter and my most recent print article isn’t about Java or web services, but Canadian Destroyers–“The ‘Rolls Royce Destroyers’: Canada’s First Made-to-Order Warships” is now available for download at Canadian Naval Review.  No need to hurry though–you might still be able to get it sometime in the next 14 years.



Word of the day: Friktison

Sean’s Word of the Day Redux: Friktison

fr·ik·t·i·son (friktison) /ˈfɹɪkʃən̩/ noun.

1. The rubbing of one fictional manuscript or literary work against another, esp. those of an author and their children: My mother just started writing short stories and dropped her submission in the mail with mine; it’s been causing friktison.
2. Conflict, as between fiction authors having dissimilar ideas, interests or genres: My brother and I have had some friktison between our short stories.



Tin Can Canucks

Tales of the Tin-Can Canucks

The Royal Canadian Navy celebrated it’s centenary in 2010.  In 2014 the RCN celebrated 100 years of Canadian Submarines. Coming up in 2020 it will be 100 years since the commissioning of Canada’s first Destroyers HMCS Patriot and HMCS Patrician.  It will be the centenary of Tin Cans (destroyers) and Tin Can Canucks (destroyer sailors) in the Canadian Navy.

Tin Can Canucks: HMCS St. Croix

HMCS St. Croix

While there have been some fabulous books on various classes of ships in Canadian service–written by Canadian authors I deeply admire like Ken Macpherson, Julie Ferguson, J. David Perkins and others–I have yet to see a book published that looks at the story of destroyers in Canadian service.  So, in advance of 2020 I decided I had to write one–and call it… (drum roll)…

Tin Can Canucks

While I work on the manuscript, I wanted to share some of the amazing stories I’ve unearthed in my research–stories of men and ships and circumstances that are very much uniquely Canadian (including shelling the American west coast, surviving a monster gale on the way to Bermuda, or breaking up a mutiny on a merchant ship amongst other).  So those I think are most interesting–or frankly if I think I need a blog post in a jiffy–I’ll post here over the next few months.

I hope to have Tin Can Canucks completed this summer, and from there we will see how she goes.  In the meantime, I hope my readership (minuscule as I assume it to be) will enjoy reading these tales as much as I enjoyed writing them.

If you read one or more of these tales, and are interested in getting a copy of the book once it’s published, please leave a comment to let me know–I’ll post how to get a copy once I have that sorted out 🙂



A Late May Haiku

Buddha has a neko nature
Graceful and pure


Sean’s Word of the Day

c·p·u·i·cide /siːpiːˈyuːisaid/ noun, -cid·ed, -cid·ing.
1. the intentional destruction of one’s own computer equiptment: They beat the printer with a baseball bat; it was cpuicide.
2. the self-destruction of one’s computer: First the fan went, then the whole thing committed cpuicide.



More Poetry

Just for a lark, I entered the CBC Calgary Cowboy Poetry Contest with this haiku:

Dusty chaps
worn like the rough varmint
Sunburned rattler

Not one of my best granted, but when it’s got to be three lines, and you have to include three specific words, you don’t have much to work with. Still, I’m pleased. Not that I have a hope in hell of winning 😉



UPDATE: Well I wasn’t even picked as one of the top three, but there was another haiku (better than mine) see it (and vote for it) here.

Haiku of a Cold Morning

Like a blade; freezing
Mountain rivers


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Sean’s Publishing credits get another WAP

Just found a couple of old articles I wrote on WAP for Linux as published on Linux.com. I’d completely forgotten about these. I guess I should add them to my published credits 🙂


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Sean on an Academic Reading List?

You got it! While bumming around the web the other day I came across a link to my Zend.com Article Web Services with NuSOAP listed on a reading list for a Comp Sci course from the School of Engineering, the University of California, Santa Cruz:

Reading List – Hypermedia and the Web

Sean has hit the big time! Now if only Zend would publish my next article in a timely manner 🙂


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Am I up for a Challenge?

My brother’s working on a postcard story for The Writers’ Union of Canada Postcard Story Competition and asked me to critique it. Well, I was somewhat harsh, and said I didn’t like it too much–so I was challenged to write a similar story (<250 words) on a similar topic (mine disaster) from a similar point of view. So that said, here it is for your considered opinion:

Two Loves
By S.D. Campbell

Cocooned within the bosom of Mother Earth he chipped away at her stony arteries. The air smelled of deep, and dark, and dust and smoke. A glint of steel, a flash of spark, and she would rumble and shift in her slumber.

The smell of fear. His fear. Their fear. Her fear?

Did Her heart beat faster with that fear, or was it his heart, his feet, his fear?

Clutching, grabbing, screaming, choking. Out, where was out?

Stony fingers tore his skin. She wished him to stay. Cries of terror and despair in the darkness. She didn’t wish him to go. She would clutch him to her breast, and keep him embraced within her.

Closer now. He could almost smell sunlight. He breathed deeply of it.

A mistake. Coughing, choking, stumbling.

Another rumble in the distance. Was she choking? Choked with fear?

What did she fear?

He was crawling now, over Them, their weak fingers pulling at him, plucking his sleeve, but they could no more hold him back than she could. Her heart-beats grew louder, more insistent. His scrabbling towards sunlight became more desperate.

He loved her, but there was another, and She loved him and he her more so than Mother Earth. He was not ready to sleep with Her yet. The other…

Golden hair, sapphire eyes, molded from pale clay she waited just beyond the dark.

Suddenly, finally all was sound and fury, signifying….

The other and her fear.



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