- be completely shitfaced drunk; and
- offer me a drink by offering to give me an actual beverage that is already in your possession. (Your intentions may be completely aboveboard, but I have no idea where that drink's been or what might be in it.)
The BIOS is too old to boot from USB.
The CD-ROM drive won't open on its own, and doesn't seem to recognize the contents of the Debian install CD, even after booting Windows.
None of the usual methods to boot Linux from a Windows partition are working for me. Take one last stab at getting grub4win to work for me, then reboot the machine, exasperated.
The CD-ROM drive suddenly decides to clue into Debian install CD that's been sitting in it all the while, for like the last dozen reboots. O_o ... woot!
I was damn sure that I was heading for PXE territory for a while there! :D
If your kids get some of this headache-disguised-as-modelling-compound for giftmas, do yourselves a favour and throw it right in the trash.
Something that dawned on me while I was writing this piece on bug chaining -- ever run into software where your experience was being controlled by bugs, and not the software's features? Sometimes things get so bad that you feel like you're being kicked from one defect to another instead of piloting your own way through the software.
...when you finally figure out the name, and from thence the lyrics, of a tune you've been hearing since forever. Oftimes, the song turns out to be almost exactly unlike the mental image of it you'd formed in your head. Sometimes the two are so incongruous as to be completely absurd.
To wit: Funiculì, Funiculà. Here's Andrea Bocelli singing it. Assuming you don't speak Neapolitan, listen to the performance first, then head over to the Wikipedia page and see what this uplifting, noble tune is an ode to. =)
Jamme, jamme 'ncoppa, jamme jà,
Jamme, jamme 'ncoppa, jamme jà,
Funiculì, funiculà, funiculì, funiculà!
Jamme, jamme jà, funiculì, funiculà!
If you're at all a science geek -- and quite possibly even if you're not -- this thread about lab mishaps is both profoundly amusing and profoundly edifying.
- This incident, my friends, is why we never handle compressed gas cylinders with anything but the utmost respect. I'm more than a little shocked (and frightened) by how casually some paintball players treat their tanks -- throwing them around, filling HPA too quickly, and so on. A tank accident is Bad Fucking Scene.
- When you store radioactive materials, you might want to make sure that you shield them on all the sides.
- The simplest of careless mistakes can lead to the utmost consequences: five hundred thousand quid worth of computing equipment dashed to pieces, all because one crane cable wasn't secure.
- The simplest of careless mistakes, #2: years worth of work and untold numbers of irreplaceable microorganisms destroyed in an instant when somebody sterilized the wrong cell-storage tank.
- Finally, when you get down on yourself about ruining a recipe or busting something at work, you can take some solace in the fact that you're not the guy who washed $650,000 worth of gold down the drain.
(Found via Maciej.)
- Chanced upon a 24-hour grocery store that had a half-dozen huge aisles full of imported-from-Israel kosher food, and
- remembered that bissli was the canonical-ish Israeli snack food that marina had mentioned a while ago.
Pizza bissli == can haz. *crunch* *crunch* *reaches for a glass of water*
- gun salutes
- O Canada in both official languages, with a fly-by by the Snowbirds on the closing note
- fresh lemonade
- one million of your closest friends
- Canada Day Free Hugs! from several different fellow Canadians!
- calling in a rooftop fire in Byward Market to the Ottawa fire department! (folks in the building had it mostly out by the time they got there)
- Lunch: Veggine poutine! and bleu cheese & garlic veggie burger! at Zak's Diner
- Le Diable aux Corsets getting a nice round of applause for doing a sound check at Major's Hill Park. =) (They were playing snippets of this song.)
- Two very tired kidlets.
Well, the moon is broken / and the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see / is all that you lack
Come on up to the house
All your cryin / don't do you no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross / we could use the wood
Come on up to the house
Sarah Jarosz - Come on up to the house on Youtube.
mark pushed out some neat new functionality that's at a rough test stage, so I'm just posting this to help poke at things. However, as a nice side-effect, you all get a neat little bluegrass jam I've been listening to as of late. =)
I love the pointedly outlandish juxtaposition that's a not-uncommon feature of J-Pop and a lot of Japanese humour. The lyrics to this one are actually a rather touching love song.
This place can actually be extraordinarily beautiful. (When you're not choking on fumes from the steel plant or being suffocated by some of the small-town attitudes, that is.)
These were shot near the Roberta Bondar Pavilion, a huge permanent tent on the waterfront downtown, right next to the St Mary's River.
( One more pic... )
So, I was lucky enough to get Basia Bulat's CD Heart of My Own this past Christmas. It's awesome, she's awesome, and anyone who's been following along at home for a while already knew that I would say that. =)
Here are two tracks of hers that I hadn't heard before the CD made its way into my hot little hands.( Vids behind the cut... )
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.
- Having to purée bananas by shoving them through a tiny handheld sieve a tablespoon at a time really sucks. The tamis that's on my gift wishlist is getting bumped up in priority.
- Even if you manage to remember all the ingredients for the nifty new cupcake recipe you're making for the first time, and all the ingredients for the icing you'll be using as well, forgetting that you've run out of cupcake liners still means a late-night run to the 24-hour grocery store.
I like this, as an introvert myself, and a parent of another.
- Respect their need for privacy
- Never embarrass them in public
- Let them observe first in new situations
- Give them time to think; don't demand instant answers
- Don't interrupt them
- Give them advance notice of expected changes in their lives
- Give them 15 minute warnings to finish whatever they are doing
- Reprimand them privately
- Teach them new skills privately
- Enable them to find one best friend who has similar interests & abilities
- Don't push them to make lots of friends
- Respect their introversion; don't try to remake them into extroverts
<firestormink> Dear streetcar, whenever you are ready.
<@shadowspar> @firestormink don't worry; when the streetcar finally comes, I'm sure it will show its contrition by bringing three more with it.
<@firestormink> @shadowspar They travel in packs, for protection, and to hunt.
Also, like inoru_no_hoshi mentioned in IRC, we need a qdb for twitter. =)
There is a Rant, Gentle Readers, that I have long avoided subjecting you to; a Rant about how Certain Persons, helpful though they may be, invariably fall upon my Domestic Goodes, steal them away, and turn them to Ends such as Home Improvement, from whence they never return. I speak, for instance, of having all Laundry Baskets and Plasticware Disappear from the Laundry Room and Kitchen, respectively, only to make their reappearance in the Storage Room or Garage, having there been Converted to Storage Containers; or of Finding one's Prized Corkscrew, long having Vanished from the Kitchen under circumstances of Great Mystery, bravely serving in the Shed as an Opener of Painte Cans, and covered in Various Wondrous Shades of Latex Painte therefrom.
Tonight, however, I am not Ashamed to say that I had My Retribution, in that I had opportunity to Abscond with an unattended Painte Tray, and turn it to mine own Devious Ends; namely, the Storage of Rags having been Used for Cleaning as they wait upon the Chance to make into the Laundry for Washing. Vengeance!
Shaye was a three-woman supergroup comprised of Kim Stockwood, Damhnait Doyle and Tara MacLean, each amazing musicians in their own right. "Happy Baby" was their biggest hitting single, but there's a lot more to recommend them. Their rendition of On and On is surreal and awesome, and Lake of Fire, the title track off of their second CD, is tantalizing and seductive and just plain amazing.
Home sick today. (No, not that kind of sick. Strongest thing I drank yesterday was root beer.) Thankfully only "stay home from work and don't make everyone else sick" kind of sick, not "flat on my ass incapacitated" sick.
As much as I was tempted to curl up in bed and try to get into reading h/c fic, closing up the computer and sleeping through the morning probably did more for my aching head, throat, and stomach. =)
Running Debian squeeze? Using the supplied Iceweasel as your browser? Did your "It's all text!" plugin installed from the Firefox add-ons site recently quit working? Uninstall it and install the package xul-ext-itsalltext instead, and you'll get a version that works with your Iceweasel/Firefox.
One of my favourite classical numbers. (This video includes No. 6 as well, which is also nice, though I'm not over the moon about it.)
When I hear this piece, it is punctuated in my head with words that cannot be repeated in polite company.
Armies of darkness:
Forces of light:
Courtesy of Terrance Simien & the Zydeco Experience.
I love this stuff; makes me feel alive. If it sounds good to you, definitely go check out one of their shows. I promise you won't be disappointed. =)
Noticed a conversation on twitter right now where two acquaintances of mine were talking about exchanging business cards at conferences, both of the dead-tree and vcf varieties. It came as rather a surprise to me that people at tech conferences are still exchanging business cards. Who really does that any more?
When I meet someone interesting in the tech scene for the first time, we essentially exchange URLs, because the vast majority of us seem to have some flavour of website/blog/profile/activity stream that links to most of the other personal information we care to publish. People I'm meeting in a "strictly professional" context get my twitter account. From there they can find my "professional" blog, which directly or indirectly links to GitHub, my résumé, a general idea of where I live (city & country) and my mobile #. Folks I'm more comfortable with probably get a link to this DW account, from whence they can also find flickr, last.fm, and so forth. Details like home phone number and exact physical address get given out on an as-needed basis.
How exactly does this tie in with how we see our own identity? I can't help but wonder if there's some kind of online-persona/offline-persona spectrum going on here, and what kind of identifiers we give people has to do with where we feel we mainly reside. There's a tie-in with wallet names and online handles here too. I think "shadowspar" is a rather puerile and somewhat meaningless handle, but back when I picked it (1999-2000-ish) it was essentially unique. If I tell someone that my nick is "shadowspar", and they feed that into a search engine, pages referencing me are largely what come out.
Dunno where I'm going with all this, it's just...business cards (at least the "traditional" variety, for some value of "traditional") seem to be a link to an offline identity, and just...that's not the world I live in any more.
There's a not-so secret about activists that those pursuing anti-democratic policies have unfortunately spotted: they burn out. A trade association has its choice of professional lobbyists willing to be paid to argue the cause during working hours. The supply of people willing to donate their lives to sparking protest for little or no money is much smaller, however, and the toll is intense.
(Amongst other things, the idea of getting a law degree and leaping into the current Intellectual Property fray on the side of good has a great deal of appeal to me, and this is why. There are plenty of excellent law firms taking up the interests of the monied corporations, but few folks standing up for remixers, independent artists, consumers, and so forth -- almost nobody can afford to.)
Finally gave in and admitted that I'd need to find my old logic texts
to finish the article I'm working on. Resigning myself to a lengthy
search, I headed down to the
junk spare room in the basement,
cracked open the first box, and lo! found all of the texts I needed
right on top.
I think this is probably the first time this has happened to anyone in the history of ever.
Haven't posted anything about how the viola lessons have been progressing for some time now. Will try to find time to rectify that soon; big news coming up. ^_^;
In the meantime, and since I haven't posted it yet, here's one of my favourite pieces of classical music. If you're not familiar with it -- it starts out soft, but you might not want to turn up your speakers too loud. ^_^ Even with the obvious musical joke in this piece aside, I really think it's a beautiful and flowing piece of music.
Even more interesting than what's on your shopping list is what you run out of, because that shows what you're actually using. Sometimes it only dawns on me how differently I've been cooking when we suddenly start running out of something we've never run out of before, or how many cakes, cupcakes, scones and hotcakes this kitchen has emitted as of late when I realize that the bag of flour I'm buying is the third one this month.
Things we've run out of lately:
Cumin, oregano, ancho chile powder: adding homemade veg burritos to our dinner rotation is the main culprit here, but lately cumin seems to go into every recipe that requires dried spices...so much so that the second 3oz jar to go was replaced with a one-pound bag of the stuff. (They say never to argue with a person who buys ink by the barrel...what about someone who buys cumin by the pound?)
Onions and garlic: Incredibly enough, we used to buy onions a few at a time with specific recipes in mind, but more & more they seem to be getting into many of the savoury dishes we make each week: stirfry, burritos as noted above, iridōfu, plus we finally found egg-free commercial perogies, so we can finally eat perogies covered in fried onions again. Olio aglio eats through a lot of our garlic, as well as soup recipes, but a clove here and there seems to go into all the other veg dishes, too.
We had a good run on vegan soup stock for a while, but that's dropped off, what with it being spring now and all.
Finally, white sugar & white flour (>_<), along with the holy baking trifecta of cornstarch, baking soda, and baking powder. Oh, and vanilla extract too -- some four bottles of the stuff in recent memory -- and cider vinegar, of all things, which is what we use to turn soymilk into vegan buttermilk for baking. In the last while we've made a whack of birthday cakes including a half-sheet monster, several batches of scones for work & domestic consumption, several doz maple cupcakes for the kid's school, and (currently in the oven) choc chip cupcakes for Mothers' Day. This along with the regular Sunday hotcake routine and the occasional round of bread, buns, focaccia, or pizza. Sheesh.
I don't know that there's anyone in my dwircle that hasn't seen this yet, but just in case: if you've ever played D&D in your life, you need to check out the music parody video Roll a D6.
The line-dancing goblins and zombies are an especially nice touch.
This passage from Descartes says a lot about my approach to philosophy, and my philosophies in general. =)
I shall not say anything about Philosophy, but that, seeing as it has been cultivated for many centuries by the best minds that have ever lived, and that nevertheless no single thing is to be found in it which is not the subject of dispute, I had not enough presumption to fare better there than others had done. And also, considering how many conflicting opinions there may be regarding the self-same matter, all supported by learned people, while there can never be more than one which is true, I esteemed as well-nigh false all that only went as far as being probable.
Finding forum threads on Teh Internetz discussing how to set up your viola to play a punk show simultaneously fills me with a sense of possibility and makes me disappointed that I didn't think of it first. More of the former than the latter though. (Besides, who am I to think I'm some kind of musical prodigy, eh? =)
Oh, that's right, they didn't.
While the world is home to an incredible diversity of people and cultures, in a sense we are all much more similar than we are different. People like good conversation over a nice meal, wish the best for their family and friends, and hope to live a full life. Some things transcend linguistic or cultural barriers -- music, a smile, and sometimes even humour.
This is the first time we've actually made homemade Pico de Gallo; we should have done much earlier. It's got a nice fresh flavour that's the perfect antidote when you feel like you've been eating nothing but frozen, canned, or packaged food for far too long.
(Originally from The Complete Vegan Kitchen).
- 1 small red onion, diced
- 1 clove garlic, minced
- 2 cups (500ml) seeded diced tomatoes
- 2 tbsp (30ml) lime juice
- ¼ tsp (~1ml) salt
- black pepper to taste (cracked or ground, as you will)
- 2 tbsp (30ml) olive oil
- 1 tbsp (15ml) minced cilantro
Mix in a bowl; let stand at least 15min for the flavours to commingle.
Side tip: if you're a tomato-processing noob (like me), one of the faster ways to seed tomatoes is to cut them in half around the equator (ie, not through the stem or base, but around the other way) and then squeeze each half out over a bowl. This gets rid of most of the seeds, and you can clean the stragglers out with a spoon or finger if you want. After this, you can optionally flatten each half against your cutting board with the heel of your palm to give a nice, two-dimensional, easy to dice tomato.
In my youth I always felt as though this kind of music trivia was exclusively the domain of 'cool kids' who hung out in record stores all day, so I love that the internetz has opened up an unlimited horizon of musical exploration for geek types like myself. =)
Come on, you know it's true. =)