This was a great talk by Gregg Pollack, who’s a big Ruby on Rails evangelist. Here, he makes his case for TDD (Test-Driven Development) in general, and a new form of it called BDD (Behavior-Driven Development) which he hearts. The live-coding was fun (it always seems fun, with Rails) but it made for some very bad note-taking. Fortunately, I found a video online with similar content, so you can watch for yourself.

This doesn’t have immediate application at Instructables, though I’ll be looking into BDD and TDD systems that have been developed for frontend code. Rough notes and links after the jump.

The Art of Testing Web Applications
Thurs 2:40 PM, Development 2003
Gregg Pollack (Rails Envy)

Read the rest of this entry »

The fun project I helped out with at Saturday’s Alchemy: Origami lanterns made with “LED Throwies” stuffed inside. Here’s a photo I found:

Photo by broxtronix

Update: Stephanie took some more photos, too:

A Rilke poem, recited by Tim O’Reilly at Web 2.0 as he talked about the great challenges we face (and have always faced) as individuals and as a species. Something for me to hold close:

The Man Watching

by Rainer Maria Rilke

I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can’t bear without a friend,
I can’t love without a sister

The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.

What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights us is so great!
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.

When we win it’s with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestler’s sinews
grew long like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.

Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.