There were plenty of professional and amateur photographers at Chris & Alicia’s wedding, so I contented myself to a handful of low-resolution shots from the hip.
Archive for May, 2004
Let the smooth slab serifs of Lubalin Graph help teach you How To Make Friends
By Telephone. “Be sure to give the person you’re calling sufficient
time to answer his telephone. Wait at least a full minute.”
Also: “You would not interrupt in a face-to-face conversation and the
same applies to a telephone conversation.” [more info]
Harvard Magazine: The Way We
Eat Now. Evolutionary metabolic traits, economy of modern refined
foodstuffs, socioeconomic factors, it’s all in there.
A Slashdot article even my brother will read: this discussion of the geekier side of poker has exploded into a great thread about casinos, statistics, and other aspects of gambling, such as when to hit the poker tables:
I found the best time was afternoons - the locals are gone, and the sharks are still sleeping it off, leaving you and a lot of really stupid people. That’s when I did really well. It helps when some moron will take 2-7 unsuited all the way to the river in Hold ‘em. It happened to me, it was great. You can’t lose.
(Oh, and I totally remember this, too. On the one hand, what a classic! “Where time becomes a loop.” On the other hand, what a ridiculous amount of storage space in my brain is wasted on television…)
Ugh, lost power in the middle of a really important meeting. Couldn’t call back into the meeting because I was just connected directly to the conference room line (and not through a conference call system), and the conf. room’s phone hadn’t hung up, or something. No power = no cable = no intranet = no directory of cell phones or anything. Front desk was no help.
The power’s back on now, but it turns out none of the other meeting participants has a cell phone on file. Suck.
HATE. Hate the heat wave, or the power company, or the construction workers, or whatever’s responsible for the 25-minute interruption in service (during which it got pretty toasty in the house, this being our first 90°+ day in Houston).
Gossip
about the Apple corporate reorg (splitting the company into Macintosh
and iPod groups). Emphasis mine: “Rubenstein will be joined by
Steve Sakoman, who will lead iPod software development, and
Tony Fadell, who heads up the iPod engineering team. Sakoman is moving
to the division from Apple’s OS engineering group.”
Despite study of French at the junior, high school, and university levels, I am universally confounded by native speakers of the language, their usages unusual, their tempo staccato, their liaisons downright dangerous.
This is nothing compared to Québecois, which is unintelligible even to the French. Here’s a convenient guide to usage in Québec, should you happen to find yourself there, puzzled over why your dîner date showed up six hours early.
(From a Language Log entry on winetalk borrow-words in French Canadian coffee shops.)
djpretzel has revved the look of
OverClocked Remix. Check out the newly-posted Triforce
Majeure, remixing a theme from A Link To The Past that franchise
latecomers will recognize as the Hylian King’s Theme from The Wind
Waker. (The track is by a guy calling himself “Disco Dan”,
famous in some circles for his Mega Man 2
mixes but
not to be confused with the
original “Disco” Dan.)
Armand’s
Rules of the Road. “Music I will not listen to, under any
circumstances: ‘jazz brunch,’ pop, hip hop, anything with horns or high
hat, female singers. Please keep the radio tuned to ’70s stoner rock, or
else I will voice my displeasure.”
Poor Rupert, typecast already: “In the picture: A stunning Emma Watson is flanked by Ron Weasley and Daniel Radcliffe on either side.”
Grüss Gott! I’m enjoying my last pot of
coffee from the beans Erin brought back from
Vienna. Incidentally, it just so happens that the Houston Chronicle ran
a lifestyle article a few weeks ago about Viennese
coffeehouse culture. (Is it redundant to use “incidentally” and “it
just so happens” to describe the same clause? Maybe I could have thrown
a “by the way” or an “en passant” in there too. Come to think of it,
maybe I could have skipped the coffee this morning.)
> MEOW
YE CAN’T GET YE FLASK.
> MEOW!
LOOK, IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU DON’T HAVE OPPOSABLE THUMBS.
Another reason why
people named B. C. Lee cannot be
trusted.
Xerox’s Unistroke patent held invalid: 
