Every time I build out a Linux box it gets easier (I’m not doing unformatted drives and so on, which is easier).
Yet – each time – I trip up on something obvious (httpd.conf or php.ini setting, for example).
On the plus side, getting easier to see where I f*d up.
New box working well; thanks.
Had takeout Thai food for dinner Friday.
And leftovers for same for brunch and dinner Saturday.
Hotter than hell stuff. I love hot food, but this was a little too hot – and, for red curry, didn’t have much of a curry flavor.
But – mainly – oh_my_god hot.
I’ll be farting thunderbolts for some time now…
OK, two screen captures (via Flickr, attributions below) of Dooce’s Heather Armstrong and Kottke.org’s Jason Kottke at some sorta panel/disucssion at SXSW this year.
Heather – who seems quite slight – seems to have the more robust arms than Jason.
Just struck me as funny/puny.
Photos:
– Heather Armstrong
– Jason Kottke
Yep, Microsoft shot itself in the foot again today. I’m not a fan of Daniel Lyons, but this lede seem to capture the historical data no one else seemed to have:
The new version of Microsoft Windows, called Vista, has slipped again. It was originally going to ship in 2003. Then 2005. Then 2006. Now in early 2007. I’m not surprised, having seen a demo of Microsoft’s new programs at an “event” for tech buyers in New York last week.
Is the new version of Windoze dead? No, and MS isn’t crippled.
But it’s a very real indication that this company – with, what, $1000 zillion dollars and the same number of pretty smart people – is floundering.
I don’t know how else to paint it: Yeah, it’s a tough nut to crack, the new OS. But you have – essentially – unlimited capital and smarts, and the project is still being driven into the ditch. (Pardon the passive voice…)
Ouch.
Brokeback MountainThis movie has gotten a lot of press (and launched a thousand jokes), and has been labelled a gay cowboy movie. Many dismiss this, but, at heart, it is a gay cowboy movie. Sorry, it is.
But it’s much more than that – it’s a great tale with tremendous performances and beautiful scenery and a story line that broaches hard questions without implicitly asking them.
At bottom, it’s a tragedy – a love story, a story of forbidden (at many levels) love. Forbidden by one’s mores, by society, but what one has been trained to do/not do say/not say.
Yeah, took my car into Ford the day before yesterday. Needed my front brakes relined. Turns out they had to replace rotors, as well – too thin to turn.
Since I have had my vehicle, I’ve had the front breaks brakes replaced twice, front rotors once, both front tie rods replaced and both rear coils replaced (they were cracked).
My vehicle? Some F250 pickup with 150,000 miles on it, used to haul cinderblocks up and down mountains?
No, an Escort with less than 45,000 miles. And – outside of an ocassional bag of black dirt or a computer table – what I haul is my ass, a briefcase and (grande) cup of Starbucks’.
Yeah, that should crack those coils.
I live in the burbs. I can see some issues with brakes, as it’s a lot of stop and go traffic – but the other crap?
If quality is Job No. 1 at Ford, they must have a lot of free time around the plants…
In an impressive display of self-deprecation, Heather (of Dooce.com) points out the photographic chronicle (i.e. evidence) of her descent into booziness at this year’s SXSW.
Warning: Images not safe for the sober or mirthless….
Party on Garth!
I’ve never understood comments like this one, offered by IBM’s executive vice president of innovation and technology:
The fact is that innovation was a little different in the 20th century. It’s not easy (now) to come up with greater and different things.
…If you’re looking for the next big thing, stop looking. There’s no such thing as the next big thing.
OK, if this was some yahoo (not Yahoo!) from a woodworking magazine or television repair shop, that’s one thing. But this guy is VP of innovation at IBM, a pretty savvy tech company.
Such statements are always proved incorrect (remember the DEC chief saying, essentially, who would want a computer in their home????). Why say something this asinine?
There is always a next big thing. Remember when the electron was discovered. Cool, but what of it?
Then came electricity, the whole world powered by electrical power.
Then transistors to turn electricity into logic.
Then integrated circuits, which smallified transistors beyond belief.
Nanotubes? Quantum cryptography?
Twenty years ago, the cell phone I have would have never even have appeared on Star Trek. Now, my five-year-old unit is an antique.
While the pace of innovation might slow until there is another disruptive technology – such as happened during the Industrial Revolution and Dot-Com Boom – but why say it’s dead?
Good Night, and Good LuckAn extremely well-made, well-paced and unbelievably well-filmed (B&W) film.
David Strathairn give a quiet, understated perfomance as Edward R. Murrow, who – with producer Fred Friendly (Clooney) – decided take on the reckless accusations of Sen. Joseph McCarthy during the 1950 communist paranoia.
I don’t know if this film would play as well in other years; the parallels to McCarthy and his communist vendeta and the current War on Terror resonate today – a decade from now, maybe not.
I found the atmosphere of the film its strongest point – B&W done as well as (or better than) Woody Allen, the sets, the constant smoking and scotch-drinking: It was the 1950s, and this is a great snapshot of same.
Yesterday we hit almost 70 degrees here in Chicago, and today – while more 50ish – is a pleasure for those of us with cabin fever. Come on warm weather!
Spend the first couple of hours today cleaning up the backyard; trimming back bushes and all that jazz.
Felt good to be outside doing something, but I am such a wuss: Couple of hours and I’m wiped.
I’ve spent too much time in front of a keyboard; the most exercise I get these days is reaching for the mouse or lifting a cup of coffee to my face. Wow, look at those biceps!
There are a lot of things that I just don’t understand (often, I understand, but I just don’t understand. Understand?).
Here’s a short list of some of the inexplicable:
All I can say is what has already been said:
I have a slogan. Life, who needs it? I just don’t understand it; I don’t get it. I feel I don’t get along with this world. So many things seem ridiculous to me all the time.
–Don Piraro, creator of the comic strip Bizarro
Google’s Gmail was, in some ways, a shot across the bow of the USS Microsoft, as was Google’s support of Firefox.
However, the purchase of Writely is huge.
Gmail = Outlook.
Writely = MS Word.
This is significant. This means Google is serious about Web apps, even if this is a “hey, let’s explore this option” type of purchase.
Redmond quakes.