Philosospher, Inventor, Engineer

Welcome to my own little piece of the net. I am Sean Deely Woods. Two last names. Long story short, I was adopted. Besides, I have a folk singer and a basketball coach who are kicking my ass in the google rankings for "Sean Woods". Maybe owning http://www.sean-woods.com might help in the long run, but I digress.

While you are here don't forget to check out the rest of my website. It is a tiny misdirected website devoted to twisting linux and off the shelf components into un-natural forms using the Tcl scripting language. If you are at all interested in my "Nerd Creds", they are located here

My 6* year old daughter has her website here.

One of my featured attractions is a list of Journalisms. These are words and phrases that mangle concepts, have trickled into common use, and the only recourse is to beat anyone who uses them mercilessly.

I'm collecting my random thoughts into The Book of Sean. And my less coherent than random thoughts in my Blog.

My hobbies include science fiction, folk music, scuba diving, and computer programming. I am a NAUI Certified Wreck diver. I volunteer every year at the Philadelphia Folk Festival. I program in C an TCL/TK in may spare time. I absorb science fiction novels, and one of these day's I'm finally going to sit down and write the one that keeps playing out in my head.

In your web travels, also check out my mentee Dominic's website at http://einsteinsbreakfast.com. To be someone else's inspiration is just plain disturbing, but in a satisfying way.

And also visit my other famous disciple, Pete Stein. He essentially wrote, rewrote, and re-rewrote the Franklin Institute's workorder system. While in high school, mind you.

His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god.  He preferred
to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam.  He never
claimed to be a god.  But then, he never claimed not to be a god.  Circum-
stances being what they were, neither admission could be of any benefit.
Silence, though, could.  It was in the days of the rains that their prayers
went up, not from the fingering of knotted prayer cords or the spinning of
prayer wheels, but from the great pray-machine in the monastery of Ratri,
goddess of the Night.  The high-frequency prayers were directed upward through
the atmosphere and out beyond it, passing into that golden cloud called the
Bridge of the Gods, which circles the entire world, is seen as a bronze
rainbow at night and is the place where the red sun becomes orange at midday.
Some of the monks doubted the orthodoxy of this prayer technique...
		-- Roger Zelazny, "Lord of Light"

* Yes, those are actually date calculations. I got tired of updating manually.
** That's actually a joke. The page regenerates every pageview.