Sunday, April 29, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Not only is this a week late, I didn't necessarily click all the links here to get the full story. But on the face of it, doesn't it just feel wrong somehow? Kind of like when you see someone picking on a handicapped person. The handicapped person may have even started it, but still.
(EDIT: The only trouble is that I can't tag any of my posts from the toolbar app. Oh well, I'll live.)
Boing Boing: Mayor of Boston bans Boing Boing(Oh, this actually wasn't done on Google Notebook, but a Google Toolbar app. Yeah, yeah, I know...there goes my privacy, right? Hell, it's not like I'm putting my credit card numbers up, so wth?)
Jake tried to access Boing Boing from Boston's free WiFi network and got this notice -- topped by the seal of the Mayor of Boston no less! Banned in Boston -- first they came for the Mooninites, then they came for the Boingers.
(EDIT: The only trouble is that I can't tag any of my posts from the toolbar app. Oh well, I'll live.)
Guccione Jr. Has Omnivorous Appetite: Wants Omni, Travel Title TooOMNI was one of those things I didn't realize the value of until it was gone. Hopefully, this pans out.
by Joe Mandese, Thursday, Apr 26, 2007 7:00 AM ET
OPENING A NEW CHAPTER IN one of America's most storied publishing dynasties, Bob Guccione Jr. is in talks with his father Bob Guccione Sr. to acquire Omni, the seminal science and science fiction magazine that spawned a new category of consumer magazines, including Discover, the publication Guccione Jr. now presides over as CEO.
(And, here again, is another post brought to you by Google Notebook!)
Because it's been too long since the last one, and you know you've wanted it...
| Your Personality Is Like Ecstasy |
 You're usually feeling the love for the world around you - you want to hug everyone. And while you're usually content to sit back and view the world with wonder... Sometimes you're world becomes very overwhelming and a little scary. |
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
I'm irritated right now. I'm finally situated in a coffee shop that makes the back room of Donkey look bright and sunshiney by comparison (i.e. I love this place!) only to find that I've left two of the projects I wanted to work on at home! But it's all good. I've got lots of other To Do lists to go through.
On the up side, I got two books from the library that I never thought I'd get outside of Amazon:
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I've been very wary about buying a new book sight unseen, not necessarily for monetary reasons but because my reading time is so limited. (Not to mention the fact that the Spring Booksale is around the corner. ) But, I've wanted these for awhile and now I get to try them for free. Ah, the joys of the local library.
Back to work...
On the up side, I got two books from the library that I never thought I'd get outside of Amazon:
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I've been very wary about buying a new book sight unseen, not necessarily for monetary reasons but because my reading time is so limited. (Not to mention the fact that the Spring Booksale is around the corner. ) But, I've wanted these for awhile and now I get to try them for free. Ah, the joys of the local library.
Back to work...
8 Habits of Highly Ineffective Emailing
My biggest peeve is #3
My biggest peeve is #3
Send an Email that’s Completely Unnecessary - These are probably my biggest pet peeve of all. Emails that consist of reciprocal greetings or acknowledgments that are just a waste of server space. For example, Ted emails me asking if I can send him the latest office phone list. I send it to him and 10 seconds later I get an email that contains nothing but “Thanks!”. While I understand he’s just being polite, that’s another message I have to read. (I know this may come off as somewhat prick-ish, but you wouldn’t believe the amount of email I get like this). Obviously, If Carl from Facilities donates the bone marrow that helps you beat that pesky cancer, a “thank you” is probably in order - in addition to some flowers or free yard work. Otherwise, just let me get back to work.Though I confess that I've been guilty of #6:
Walking Over to the Recipient 10 Minutes After Sending the Message to Make Sure They Got It - I realize there are certain people who still don’t fully trust “technology” as a whole. They don’t like buying things online, they think every time Windows hiccups it’s because a hacker has taken over their computer and is now using their credit card to finance a trip to Tanzania. That’s all fine, but folks - I implore you - please have some faith in the email system at work. I realize that occasionally emails get lost, but that’s not reason to personally verify the delivery of each and every message you send.(Once again, a post I've saved up for a few days, copied and pasted from a Google Reader/Notebook thing!)
And, on a separate but related note, coming over to ask if I got your email because it’s very important doesn’t work well, either. The beauty of email is that it’s asynchronous. You can send me a message and I’ll read it when I have time, not necessarily the moment you send it. Just let me do my thing and I’ll read your message the very next chance I get, cross my heart. Oh, and if it’s an actual emergency - please, by all means, run over to my desk - but feel free to skip the email.
John Rogers said it best about allegations of a double-standard between reactions to Imus and reactions to others who may have said similar things.
America loves a rebel.(This post brought to you by Google Notebooks ;)--god, it's almost too easy now)
America loves a bad boy.
But America hates a fucking bully.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
This makes the fact that I haven't gotten around to reading SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE yet that much sadder.
Novelist Kurt Vonnegut Dies at 84
Thursday, Apr. 12, 2007 By AP/CRISTIAN SALAZAR
(NEW YORK) — Kurt Vonnegut, the satirical novelist who captured the absurdity of war and questioned the advances of science in darkly humorous works such as "Slaughterhouse-Five" and "Cat's Cradle," died Wednesday. He was 84.
Vonnegut, who often marveled that he had lived so long despite his lifelong smoking habit, had suffered brain injuries after a fall at his Manhattan home weeks ago, said his wife, photographer Jill Krementz.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
...where once again, the jocks stand to put one over on decent people geeks.
Doctor Who threatened by football
The next episode of hit sci-fi series Doctor Who will be shelved for a week if Saturday's FA Cup semi-final runs into extra time.
BBC One is showing Watford's clash with Manchester United before the drama, and says it will postpone the show to make way for any extra play or penalties.
A spokeswoman said the programme could not be broadcast after extra time as it would be "too late" for younger fans.
Monday, April 09, 2007
I read this article a few days ago and the possibilities astounded me.
It's still intriguing, though--the idea of storing text, word-processing and spreadsheet docs, photos, and video online. Google provides all sorts of gadgetry and widgetry for all of that. Hell, I'm composing this post on Google Notebook. I may not finish this post tonight, but maybe tomorrow at work on a borrowed terminal at lunch. And when I'm done, I'm going to cut and paste this right onto a Blogger post form. Once upon a time, I might have composed this on Notepad or with the Firefox ScrapBook extention, or whatever else would be available to me regardless of whether or not I was online.
That's not to say I'd do away with my OS and it's apps, even if it were completely feasible and secure. I wouldn't even go 100% with Google--I still like Backpack (although I'm more of an hPDA person, now). Plus, the article assumes that you're always going to have internet access, and that's just not true right now, at least not for me.
But I can envision a scenario where my laptop could blow up and between wi-fi, Google's apps, flash drives, and my backup laptop, I could be up and running again with only the inconvenience of not being completely 100% up-to-date.
Now, if only I could get those Borg implants...
Firefox OS: Why My Hard Drive & Software are ObsoleteImagine not needing to sort through a damn hard drive (which in my case includes the 40GB on the laptop, 15GB on the backup laptop, my 250GB external drive, as well as 3 USB flash devices--4 if you count my old mp3 player that I use as a flash drive--to add another 3+ GB). Sure there are security and privacy issues, but as if I'm going to store my Money files on anyone's server.
It's still intriguing, though--the idea of storing text, word-processing and spreadsheet docs, photos, and video online. Google provides all sorts of gadgetry and widgetry for all of that. Hell, I'm composing this post on Google Notebook. I may not finish this post tonight, but maybe tomorrow at work on a borrowed terminal at lunch. And when I'm done, I'm going to cut and paste this right onto a Blogger post form. Once upon a time, I might have composed this on Notepad or with the Firefox ScrapBook extention, or whatever else would be available to me regardless of whether or not I was online.
That's not to say I'd do away with my OS and it's apps, even if it were completely feasible and secure. I wouldn't even go 100% with Google--I still like Backpack (although I'm more of an hPDA person, now). Plus, the article assumes that you're always going to have internet access, and that's just not true right now, at least not for me.
But I can envision a scenario where my laptop could blow up and between wi-fi, Google's apps, flash drives, and my backup laptop, I could be up and running again with only the inconvenience of not being completely 100% up-to-date.
Now, if only I could get those Borg implants...
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
And now, another post for Blog 'Til You Drop Sunday.
March 5th through the 11th was Filipino Week at the Big Red School on the Hill. I wormed my way out of work early on the day they had an FMA workshop conducted by a very respected and well-known instructor.
To him, I was probably just some random Filipino until he picked me to demonstrate some empty hand disarms. He stripped my stick away, went to hand it back to me and then realized, "Oooh...he's got his own sticks. And they're not mine!" I'm thinking: Great, he probably thinks I'm from some rival school and now he's gonna beat on me.
So he takes two seconds, stops the demo and asks me, "We've never met? I don't know you, do I?" I smiled, said "No, sir" and it all seemed cool from there. He let me help demo knife disarms as well as some of the arrest/restraint techniques he teaches to military and LEO-types.
It was a fun couple of hours, sort of reminiscent of the old Fight Club. You had the mix of utter newbies in awe (read: gross overestimation) of my "mad skillz" (someone said, "You must be a pro," to which I quickly and loudly replied, "Oh, no I'm not!"), senior students who, while nice, were saying to themselves, "Yeah, I can take him" and the experienced martial artists who decided that since I "didn't start none, there wasn't gonna be none."
But it makes me wonder: Am I forever doomed to make Caucasian FMA instructors look at me with raised eyebrows when we first meet?
March 5th through the 11th was Filipino Week at the Big Red School on the Hill. I wormed my way out of work early on the day they had an FMA workshop conducted by a very respected and well-known instructor.
To him, I was probably just some random Filipino until he picked me to demonstrate some empty hand disarms. He stripped my stick away, went to hand it back to me and then realized, "Oooh...he's got his own sticks. And they're not mine!" I'm thinking: Great, he probably thinks I'm from some rival school and now he's gonna beat on me.
So he takes two seconds, stops the demo and asks me, "We've never met? I don't know you, do I?" I smiled, said "No, sir" and it all seemed cool from there. He let me help demo knife disarms as well as some of the arrest/restraint techniques he teaches to military and LEO-types.
It was a fun couple of hours, sort of reminiscent of the old Fight Club. You had the mix of utter newbies in awe (read: gross overestimation) of my "mad skillz" (someone said, "You must be a pro," to which I quickly and loudly replied, "Oh, no I'm not!"), senior students who, while nice, were saying to themselves, "Yeah, I can take him" and the experienced martial artists who decided that since I "didn't start none, there wasn't gonna be none."
But it makes me wonder: Am I forever doomed to make Caucasian FMA instructors look at me with raised eyebrows when we first meet?
Part of Blog 'Til You Drop Sunday...
God, I love YouTube. These are clips from a show on BBC Three, featuring the grandmasters of two different Filipino arts.
And, if you've ever wondered what a Grand Tuhon's orasyon looks like up close, check this out (it's about 2/3 of the way into the clip).
God, I love YouTube. These are clips from a show on BBC Three, featuring the grandmasters of two different Filipino arts.
"...and if a Filipino is fighting you, I'll have somebody engage you. I watch. And when you focus on him, I'll hit you. It doesn't sound nice, but morality comes before and after the fight. When you kill a guy just be sure, if you can help it, that the family doesn't know it's you. Because the family is gonna go after you, they don't go to the law.
And, if you've ever wondered what a Grand Tuhon's orasyon looks like up close, check this out (it's about 2/3 of the way into the clip).
I have no excuses to offer, nor any statements of repentance. I've let the blog slip. Ah, well. But, I'm just going to catch up. Today, whilst in the midst of a rather long list of things to accomplish before tomorrow, I'm going to start at the top of my "things I've been meaning to blog about" list and work my way down.
Here we go...
Here we go...
Sunday, January 28, 2007
...you take an interest and participate in the election for the board of directors of your credit union.
Well, I couldn't help it. I read the candidate bios and clearly saw that, at least on paper, one of the new candidates seemed more qualified than one of the current board members.
Jeezus, what's happened to me? I can hear the voices in my head chanting, "Grup! Grup! Grup! Grup!"
Well, I couldn't help it. I read the candidate bios and clearly saw that, at least on paper, one of the new candidates seemed more qualified than one of the current board members.
Jeezus, what's happened to me? I can hear the voices in my head chanting, "Grup! Grup! Grup! Grup!"
...are in such fucking pain right now. The sad part is that it feels about 10 times better than it did Friday when I had to call off work at the last minute. But, it's all good, now that I have a fresh supply of Vicodin and Flexiril, graciously provided by my doctor, along with an appointment for some PT tomorrow morning.
Damn, I feel like I'm on Rohypnol now, so I think I'm going to go back to sleep (which I've been doing for about 10 hours at a stretch at night, on top of having a 2-3 hour nap during the day).
Damn, I feel like I'm on Rohypnol now, so I think I'm going to go back to sleep (which I've been doing for about 10 hours at a stretch at night, on top of having a 2-3 hour nap during the day).
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