Pervasive computing is getting there, but the problem right now is that getting to the cloud of data involves the awkward process of hauling out your phone or laptop and doing a manual query. What if you didn’t have to, and what if you could solve the problem without spending more than $400?
I can’t possibly explain how cool this is. Just go watch.
(Yes, the MIT Media Lab is made of WIN.)
Recent Heathen fave neighborhood restaurant Feast has just bagged some national press from NYT’s Frank Bruni. How cool is that?
Turns out, Louis CK is a giant camera nerd, and also a pretty compelling blogger — the entry linked here is one of several he wrote about performing via the USO for troops in Iraq.
Don’t you want a Royal Enfield Military 500 motorcycle? Holy cow, it’s only like six large, too.
Have you played Settlers of Catan yet? The German-made game has become a global hit; my guess is Heathen Nation probably has a higher percentage of gamers — and thus folks who’ve seen it — than the public at large, but it’s interesting that Wired has noticed. It’s also interesting that Wired’s notice feels late despite the fact that I’ve seen no other mass-media treatment of it yet.
So how about a cannonball floating in mercury?
Longtime Heathen “Attorney” writes to inform us of the untimely passing of the Chief Mastiff Correspondent Pomplemoose, late of the Sue Barnett district of Heathenstan. Here he is, all ten stone of him, enjoying his native Texas Bluebonnets.
Pomplemoose was not yet 10 when he bounded off this mortal coil on Tuesday, quite unexpectedly. We’ll miss him, as we know all the Acostas will as well — particularly Miss ~.
Two from Jeffrey McManus.
The AP’s power used to flow from their role as a syndicator — they would hook up any member newsroom with a communications cable (the literal “news wire”) through which stories and other content would flow. Now that newsrooms (and every single other person on the planet) has a better wire called the internet, there may be no good reason for the AP to exist in its role as a syndicator, except for inertia. To put it in economic terms, it is a classic example of an inefficient marketplace.
the AP’s chairman decried the practice of aggregators linking to and excerpting AP content and got into some rather nasty name-calling (backed up by a Wall Street Journal executive who referred to “certain web sites” (cough Google) as “parasites”). Danny Sullivan had an excellent response in which he suggested that if the news services didn’t want Google’s attention, they’ve always had a simple way to reject it (through a file that bans search engines called robots.txt). But they won’t do this, of course, which is the reason why they’re now resorting to public whining and name-calling — it’s all they’ve got left. Traditional news businesses are stuck in a bear trap called the internet, and they can’t decide whether to saw their own legs off or slowly bleed to death.
See ya, AP.
Found on stall floor in client restroom: printouts from the Ayn Rand Institute. Ah, randroid wingnuts.
(Of course, it’s possible the sheets were meant for sanitary use, which would be appropriate if ill-advised; the client’s choice of paper products in said restroom is perfectly reasonable.)
Austrian railfan and more-intrepid-than-I traveler took a train trip from Vienna to Pyongyang. Whoa.
Don’t you want a Commodore 64 laptop? You know you do.
It appears Microsoft is just not quite able to kill XP after all; leaked HP memos suggest that zombie OS may live on until 2010, nearly nine years after its 2001 release.
For reference, nine years prior to XP’s release, we were all using Windows 3.1 (b. 18 March 1992) — or we were, if we weren’t still using DOS.
Turns out, if you ignore threats to your business model with halfassed responses to innovation on multiple fronts, well, you just may end up screwed.
MTV’s The State may finally hit DVD this summer.
Adults who love each other can now get married in Iowa no matter what plumbing they have.
From the unanimous Iowa supreme court ruling:
“We are firmly convinced that the exclusion of gay and lesbian people from the institution of civil marriage does not substantially further any important governmental objective,” the court said in an opinion written by Justice Mark Cady. “The legislature has excluded a historically disfavored class of persons from a supremely important civil institution without a constitutionally sufficient justification.”
…the narrator may as well just be saying “Owls are so fucking cool I can’t stand it” over and over:
Today is the 99th anniversary of my great-grandparents’ wedding; visitors to Heathen Central can see an April 3, 1910 picture of Ike and Dell Farmer in our entryway.
This one’s not a right or wrong thing; it’s just different.
On the Mac, scrolling instructions from scrollwheel equipped mice are directed at whatever window is below the cursor without regard to the current focus. This means one can have (say) a Word doc for notetaking open over a long web article, and scroll the article without clicking on the browser window and taking the focus away from the Word doc.
On Windows, no input is ever directed to a window unless it has focus. Using the scroll wheel on my mouse will scroll, or attempt to, whatever window has focus regardless of where my mouse cursor is.
I’m honestly not sure which I like better, but I sure DO wish there was a preference I could set on one or the other of them to make them both act the same.
(It seems likely that someone has developed the old X-windows focus-follows-mouse trick for both platforms, but seeing as how that paradigm makes me crazy, I won’t be going that route.)
In this context, read “Goofus” as “the Continental terminal” and “Gallant” as “the Southwest terminal.”
GOOFUS assumes travelers are content with off-brand prefab food, a standard-issue airport bar with Sysco burgers, and a single Starbuck’s.
GALLANT at least provides a Sbarro and a McDonald’s, and God help us if we’re viewing that as “the nice option.”
GOOFUS hides outlets under furniture.
GALLANT has biz-traveler friendly desk-counters with outlets in the waiting area for laptop warriors to plug in and work while waiting for their flight.
GOOFUS has dodgy wifi prone to signal drops at the slightest provocation.
GALLANT’s connectivity is rock solid.
Unfortunately, GALLANT requires me to stop in Dallas, so GOOFUS it is. Basically, the answer is that there’s no way to go to and from Kansas City that doesn’t suck in some way.
Stephen Colbert 1, Glenn Beck 0.
ThinkGeek now has perhaps the most disturbing childhood sleeping bag EVER.
Also, squeezable bacon.
(We suggest, gently, that you check the date before ordering.)
Bad news from Mrs Heathen: Andy Hallett, the actor behind the green-skinned lounge owner Lorne on “Angel,” died yesterday of a heart ailment. He was 33.
It’s apparently time for the obligatory where are they now stories. Turns out one of ’em died of a brain tumor already. Wacky.
The whole “click to show, click again to hide” app behavior from the Vista task bar is kinda nice. I wish the Dock worked that way.
So I went to lunch, and since I was on battery, I closed my laptop before I did so.
When I came back, opened the Dell, and restarted my aircard, Firefox and TBird were back in business. However, Outlook threw an error stating, basically, that it was working offline now, and that to get Outlook back online, I should start Internet Explorer and tell IT to stop working offline, and that then Outlook would play nice.
Whisky. Tango. Foxtrot. Who writes software this way? I’m beginning to understand the isolation common to MS developer types, since there’s no way you could get away with behavior like this if you were exposed to proper developers.
(What’s also amazing is the level of talent I see from MS in the field, via their consulting organization, where I meet genuinely brilliant people frequently embarrassed by their employer’s products. Somebody oughta figure out this disconnect.)
In order to resolve the USB boradband modem problem on the MiniDell I mentioned earlier, I had to:
Ah, Windows. It’s like I never left.
(I should note that in 2+ years of using modems like this on my Macs, this problem has never happened; further, in 10+ years of using Macs, this sort of take off and nuke the site from orbit problem-solving approach has been applicable maybe once or twice ever, as opposed to standard operating procedure. Sigh.)
How about a cool tat made of nanotech ink that changes color to indicate blood sugar?
The mini-Dell is already causing me grief: all of a sudden, it’s refusing to recognize my 3G modem. Worked fine last week, and has worked fine for more than a year on the Mac. Ah, the joys of Windows.
The Obamas will use neither nonprofit funds nor government money — the usual paths — to renovate the White House residence; instead, they’ll pay for it themselves.
There’s been a whole mess of picture-takin’. Here you go:
Enjoy.
The extremely smart and usually right Clay Shirky breaks down the newspaper problem for you. Hint: Unless they realize what business they’re actually in — which is to say, not selling paper — they’ll die. The digital world has brought changes that are unavoidably destructive to the old way of doing business as a newspaper, which depended on it being hard to duplicate and distribute information. There’s no way to undo that, and there’s absolutely no sane reason to want to.
But, as recent events have shown, no newspaper firm yet understands this, and so they continue to fail, fail again, and fail some more, all the while refusing to alter their business plans — and while this is happening, good people are being put out of work as a direct result of the failure of management vision.
Remember, the railroads weren’t broken by the automobile. They were broken by the mistaken belief they were in the railroad business. What their customers wanted was transportation; how the package moves from St Louis to Denver is completely irrelevant to the customer.
Nine Inch Nails and Jane’s Addiction are touring together this summer; the branding is all about NIN|JA, which is beautiful. (With them on most dates is Tom Morello‘s new gig Street Sweeper, adding to the overall grooviness.)
Problem: No dates convenient to Houston. For this lineup, though, I’d fly; the principal bands here are up there with Willie on my persona list of “acts I’ve never seen but desperately want to.” Right now, the only really good candidate for me is the Charlotte show. Mike?
(Yes, really Jane’s; the lineup is Farrell/Navarro/Avery/Perkins, or the same lineup as the seminal EP and Nothing’s Shocking.)
Don’t you want a Gilbert U-238 Atomic Energy Lab kit? You know you do.
And nowhere nearly nerdy enough.
The instrument is a Stylophone, a miniature synth played with a stylus.
Highbrow British shirtmaker Thomas Pink now has no-iron traveller shirts.
Green, Gold, Platinum, Centurion and . . . Plum?
Uncrate has a listing for a complete vintage Star Wars action figure collection.
Bears. (SFW)
Some folks are Georgia Tech are working on “ethical governor” technology designed to control the use of lethal force by unmanned, autonomous drones without any human intervention.
Clearly, this has some implications:
The 600 Series had rubber skin
The Skynet Funding Bill is passed. The system goes on-line August 4th, 1997. Human decisions are removed from strategic defense. Skynet begins to learn at a geometric rate. It becomes self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time, August 29th. In a panic, they try to pull the plug.
You may commence quivering now. I for one welcome our autonomous robotic hunter-killer overlords.
Get pulled over with a lot of cash? The cops might just decide to take it even if you’re not charged with any crime. Leaving aside raging due process concerns, law enforcement organizations get to keep a substantial portion of the property they seize in this way, which gives them an incentive to steal such assets when they think they can get away with it — which may or may not be the same thing as “when they think it’s actually evidence of illegality.”
I think we can also be safe saying that people with access to and experience with white-collar banking services are unlikely to use twenty large in cash to buy a car (e.g.), so the folks caught by seizure-hungry cops are going to tend to be poorly educated and from the lower strata of society — which makes them easier targets, since they’re correspondingly less likely to fight the seizures in court. Nice.
A New Sith is an amusing analysis of the original three Star Wars films in light of the information and connections given to us by the prequel trilogy. Viewed carefully, the new films support some surprising conclusions; one of the author’s main conclusions:
If we accept all the Star Wars films as the same canon, then a lot that happens in the original films has to be reinterpreted in the light of the prequels. As we now know, the rebel Alliance was founded by Yoda, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Bail Organa. What can readily be deduced is that their first recruit, who soon became their top field agent, was R2-D2.
Consider: at the end of RotS, Bail Organan orders 3PO’s memory wiped but not R2’s. He wouldn’t make the distinction casually. Both droids know that Yoda and Obi-Wan are alive and are plotting sedition with the Senator from Alderaan. They know that Amidala survived long enough to have twins and could easily deduce where they went. However, R2 must make an impassioned speech to the effect that he is far more use to them with his mind intact: he has observed Palpatine and Anakin at close quarters for many years, knows much that is useful and is one of the galaxy’s top experts at hacking into other people’s systems. Also he can lie through his teeth with a straight face. Organa, in immediate need of espionage resources, agrees.
(It’s possible I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m too lazy to check. Nearly nine years of bloggy goodness will do that to you.)
You will feel weird and potentially a little sad when I tell you that they’re making a live-action movie out of “Where the Wild Things Are“. I think that’s normal.
Then I will tell you that Spike Jonze (Being John Malkovich, Adaptation) is directing a script he co-wrote with Dave Eggars, and then show you the trailer. I have Hope, and I didn’t even mention some of the voices used for the wild things (Lauren Ambrose, Forrest Whitaker, Chris Cooper, James Gandolfini). It’s obvious they’ve expanded the plot a bit, but with those two on the screenplay it seems likely they’ve kept the spirit of the thing.
So, nearly three years ago, my friend Rob and I got into a conversation about “which two cities in the world are the farthest apart?” At the time, we thought we’d hit pay dirt with Barcelona and Wellington, which are about 12,338 miles distant on a planet only 24,901 around at the equator. So that’s cool.
Well, comes now a slightly different web tool that will show you where on the globe you’d end up if you dug straight through on a diameter line; turns out, a small town in New Zealand (Wellsford) and a point just north of Gibraltar are antipodes; the point opposite Wellington is on the A-62 between Salamanca and Tordesillas. Sadly, the point opposite Barcelona is in the Pacific.
(Houston (and most of North America)? Indian Ocean between Australia and Madagascar. And, sadly, despite the “digging to China” meme, you’d pretty much have to be in Chile or Argentina to actually do it.)
Jackson stops enforcement with red-light cameras:
Mississippi’s capital city will stop issuing tickets and collecting fines when automatic cameras snap pictures of vehicles running red lights, city attorney Sarah O’Reilly Evans says.
The change in Jackson is being made immediately, even though a new state law sets an Oct. 1 deadline for the cameras to be taken down in the only two cities already using them – Jackson and Columbus.
Stick with it all the way through.
Rands points out just how badass the construction of the Brooklyn Bridge was, which is something that folks outside the Northeast may not appreciate properly. Bridges on that scale were still in beta at that point — as he points out:
The Brooklyn Bridge was built from 1870 until 1883. A quick history refresher: five years after we finished shooting each other in the American Civil War, we started building [it].
Also, the article will give you an opportunity to answer the question “what’s a caisson?”, which is something you really want to know if you’re at all geeky. Trust me.
Both of the towers of the Brooklyn Bridge are in the water of the East River. Ever wonder how you dig a big hole in the bottom of a river bed? In the late 1800s? It’s called a caisson, which is a huge, watertight wooden box half the size of a city block. This monstrosity was constructed on the river, sealed with pine tar, and carefully floated to a specific location on the river. It was then slowly sunk to the riverbed by placing stone on top that would eventually become the foundation.
Done, right?
Wrong. With the caisson on the riverbed, it’s time to push it another 45 feet into the riverbed in search of bedrock. Workers did this through the continued application of stone to the top while workers in the caisson dug out the riverbed with shovels, buckets, and, when necessary, dynamite. There was nothing resembling an electrical grid, so there was nothing resembling modern lighting in this watertight pine-tarred box, which was slowly descending through the floor of the East River. There were no jack hammers, so when they hit rock, they used small amounts of dynamite to crack these rocks. In a pine-tarred box, at the bottom of a river, mostly in a very wet dark.
Get excited. Make stuff. It’s the American way.