Go. read. this. now.
You don't have to agree. But seriously, read it.
-transiit
Monday, January 28, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Tip and Ring
My brother is starting a vlog. As ViscousPlatypus said "It's like watching linux porn!"
I do not know the final home of said project.
I do not know the final home of said project.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Your Science Fun Fact of the Day
From Wikipedia
Now, if you happened to suffer from Gout, a condition in which uric acid begins to build up and crystallize, causing severe discomfort, you might take pause to think about the seafood consumption, tasty as it might be.
Next time on "Your Science Fun Fact of the Day", top 10 reasons why you shouldn't jab rusty bits of metal into your eyes.
-transiit
Protein is a crude proxy for purines; a more precise proxy is muscle. Apart from the notable dietary purines above, the main source of dietary purines is DNA and RNA, via their bases adenine and guanine. All sources of dietary protein supply some purines, but some sources provide far more purines than others. Meat (particularly dark meat) and seafood are high in purine because muscle cells are packed with mitochondria, which have their own DNA and RNA. In a large prospective study, high consumption of meat and seafood were found associated with an elevated risk of gout onset (41% and 50%, respectively). High consumption of dairy products, high in protein but very low in DNA and RNA, was associated with a 44% decrease in the incidence of gout. Consumption of the more purine-rich vegetables or a high protein diet per se had no significant correlation.
Now, if you happened to suffer from Gout, a condition in which uric acid begins to build up and crystallize, causing severe discomfort, you might take pause to think about the seafood consumption, tasty as it might be.
Next time on "Your Science Fun Fact of the Day", top 10 reasons why you shouldn't jab rusty bits of metal into your eyes.
-transiit
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Aw, crap.
One of the chief problems of having delusions of grandeur is that it makes it really hard to realize when you've gone to sleep.
sitting in chair, reading stuff at computer, still awake...sitting in chair, still awake, sitting in chair, hey let's go on a tour of a factory and teach the viewers how spaghetti-o's are made. Wow, look at all the steps. This is where they...
aw, shit, fell asleep in my chair again. Stupid brain.
To bed!
-transiit
sitting in chair, reading stuff at computer, still awake...sitting in chair, still awake, sitting in chair, hey let's go on a tour of a factory and teach the viewers how spaghetti-o's are made. Wow, look at all the steps. This is where they...
aw, shit, fell asleep in my chair again. Stupid brain.
To bed!
-transiit
Monday, January 21, 2008
What?
I was just outside smoking a cigarette, and looked down to see Bob (longtime readers might recognize that as my apartment complex's resident skunk) run by my feet. Apparently, I've become something of a fixture here. Maybe it really is time to move.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Is that dread? No. What is it?
Remember a couple months back when I posted about not having anything to wait for (or at least feeling like I had little to look forward to)
Strangest thing. The last couple weeks I keep getting the feeling like something big is coming. I looked at the development schedule for work, and we'll be busy, but nothing huge. I know QC is a half dozen or so weeks off, but I don't think it's that.
I'm not sure what it is. Just have a feeling that a big change is just around the corner.
While I go figure that out, go read this opinion piece that I stumbled upon courtesy of Consumatron
Strangest thing. The last couple weeks I keep getting the feeling like something big is coming. I looked at the development schedule for work, and we'll be busy, but nothing huge. I know QC is a half dozen or so weeks off, but I don't think it's that.
I'm not sure what it is. Just have a feeling that a big change is just around the corner.
While I go figure that out, go read this opinion piece that I stumbled upon courtesy of Consumatron
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Still cleaning.
But I will say that in this break, I've come to the decision that sendmail configuration is not worth the feature set in most cases, and getting emails saying one of my servers is now on such-and-such block list shall bug me no further, as the only information they're willing to give me is that their HIGHLY SECRETIVE algorithm detects ALL SPAM HOSTS by blocking MACHINES THAT HAVE BEEN HACKED AND ARE NOW SENDING OUT SPAM.
I'll give you a hint. I didn't tell that mail server what it's domain was, and now email is bouncing for a few domains because by my best guess, the CBL is about as smart as a box of rocks. My guess is that seeing email coming from "localhost" ran me afoul of their sophisticated detection methods, as I've been monitoring outgoing port 25 traffic since the first time they listed me.
Fuck it. I hate spam as much as the next person, but it ain't an easy problem to solve, and blacklists still don't fix the situation. The problem is that there are shitheads in the world that believe spam is ethically valid, and the misguided few that they profit from.
Argh. Frustrated. Enough. Back to cleaning.
-transiit
I'll give you a hint. I didn't tell that mail server what it's domain was, and now email is bouncing for a few domains because by my best guess, the CBL is about as smart as a box of rocks. My guess is that seeing email coming from "localhost" ran me afoul of their sophisticated detection methods, as I've been monitoring outgoing port 25 traffic since the first time they listed me.
Fuck it. I hate spam as much as the next person, but it ain't an easy problem to solve, and blacklists still don't fix the situation. The problem is that there are shitheads in the world that believe spam is ethically valid, and the misguided few that they profit from.
Argh. Frustrated. Enough. Back to cleaning.
-transiit
Cleaning.
There was a time a few years ago that I lived with someone else. Neither of us were terribly well-organized, but my prowess at finding missing things suggested that I was at least aware of how to navigate the clutter.
So when I went to living alone for the first time in my life a couple years ago, I briefly got serious about getting things in order. Briefly.
Made a couple serious attempts to organize since, all of which have been a bit stunted, getting to a "Well, still not perfect, but way better than it was." stage.
I should be working on this right now, as one of my goals for the evening was to get started down that path again. Instead, I'm sitting here writing this. Amazing the distractions one can find rather on the path of procrastination.
Ok, fine, I'll go start. Geez.
-transiit
So when I went to living alone for the first time in my life a couple years ago, I briefly got serious about getting things in order. Briefly.
Made a couple serious attempts to organize since, all of which have been a bit stunted, getting to a "Well, still not perfect, but way better than it was." stage.
I should be working on this right now, as one of my goals for the evening was to get started down that path again. Instead, I'm sitting here writing this. Amazing the distractions one can find rather on the path of procrastination.
Ok, fine, I'll go start. Geez.
-transiit
Friday, January 18, 2008
Mindless Link Propogation Blowout: January 2008 Edition.
Time to get some of the linkage free of the brainmeats:
- First up, most current: What, voting machines wrong? (I'd like to give a better source, but if any of these reports pan out, there should be sources aplenty soon enough.
- Internet Memes are stranger than you
- Could we see AT&T screw themselves by forgetting an earlier strategy?
- Consumerist's Badvertising Category rolls on
- Magic fireballs. Ok, how was that supposed to keep me away, again?
- Things to watch This one might have some merit.
- But if it comes to watching, seriously, watch this
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
A good analogy.
Ok, I know that analogies can only at best only approximate a concept (which is why I always struggled with "false analogy" being an informal fallacy in my logic/critical thinking coursework), but seriously, anyone that's had to put up with any of my rants on the collapsing lending market, go check this out
No, really.
No, really.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Oh, crap....the blog!
Yes, I've been busy. You might've even heard of one of my current projects.
But I've not entirely forgotten this, either, so you get a QotD.
"I'd like to see you in the morning so that I can fart on you again."
But I've not entirely forgotten this, either, so you get a QotD.
"I'd like to see you in the morning so that I can fart on you again."
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Wait...what?
Yes, I went on vacation. Not for any reason (like some comic-book convention), but just because it sounded like a good idea.
That, and when you have a chance to spend it in such wonderful company, why pass up the chance?
This was the view from our hotel room this morning:
The only downside is trying to get caught up with the project that got running a few hours before my departure, but it'll get worked out.
That, and when you have a chance to spend it in such wonderful company, why pass up the chance?
This was the view from our hotel room this morning:
The only downside is trying to get caught up with the project that got running a few hours before my departure, but it'll get worked out.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
2007.
I started seeing "Best of 2007" and "2007 Wrap-up" posts around teh intarwebs starting around Christmas. Me, I don't see how you can draw conclusions as to how the year went until the year is well and truly over.
And now that it is, I can give my eulogy for 2007 with full knowledge of how it went down.
The year began for me with a sense of hope that I could leave 2006 behind, and whatever unhappiness, whatever frustration, whatever conflict or malady or obstacle or whatever, would be safely left behind. A few days prior to the beginning of the year, I'd found myself drawn into a most-excellent online community, the most friendly and inclusive group of people I'd ever come across, and there was sort of a sense of optimism about the whole thing. Rather than rambling on, perhaps I should categorize a bit.
January:
Sort of a pointless month. I went back to work from the winter shutdown, and aside from some basic internet silliness, not too much to report. Started getting involved in the spectacle that is "Movie Night" Met some good people. Had some laughs. Started being human again. (Those of you that I crossed paths with in 2006 might remember me being somewhat stunted in the humanity department.)
February:
Remember that online community I mentioned? It sort of went out of control when one of the other movie night regulars talked me into showing up to a local meetup event. Rather than just names and pixelated images, I had to interact with these people, and worse yet, I had to leave my apartment and drive to Santa Monica to do it. Ok, sure, it was a half hour drive or so, nothing epic poets would write epic poems over, but I busted a cycle, dammit.
March:
The journey into further oddity continued. Sure, work was work, but I was slowly rediscovering bits of personality that I thought were lost. Might sound a bit dramatic, but hey, you weren't there. Of course, this group that I'd found so much inspiration from had an event that occurred on St. Patrick's Day. A loss, in a way. But the way they reacted, and the basic spirit surrounding it were inescapable. I'd met so many truly awesome people this way, it had become a certainty that I'd have to stick around to see where it went.
April:
Well, work was still work. It sounds boring, but it just sort of....no, I'll let that pun lie. One of the locals from the community got me to leave my apartment a few times to hang out. Fun was had. Life was strange again. I went back to referring to myself as "mostly harmless"
May:
The usual routine continued. I realized more so that these ideas of creativity and collaboration were abundant when I made the mistake of trying to set up a project to make something for a friend's birthday. Which led to the unfortunate realization how many people have birthdays in May, after all.
Thanks to all that helped out. Started having group IM chats with fellow like-minded people
June:
It would seem now like these months are just flying by, but to tell the truth, this year felt like one of the longest I've spent. But rather than some sense of drudgery and malcontent, there was new and fun and exciting and spontaneity and mass goofiness in droves. I broke my concert drought and saw one of my favorite bands. And I was free of the project at work and working on an internal research and development thing instead. Good times. We even tried to get Jsar a date.
July:
Whoops, turned 30. I guess it was bound to happen.
August, September, October:
Yup, more months. Went from the R&D project at work to something else. More silliness occurred, of course.
November:
Start with a bang?
We, of course, kept on collaborating...
Anyhow, this month changed everything. As best as I can tell, it's for the better. (trust me, you've not seen this one)
And I pulled off NaBloPoMo (but NaNoWriMo was a bust)
December:
Geez, people, just look back a few posts.
So that was it. That was 2007. Except for one specific glitch. When the clock struck midnight ending the year, our nexus of all this absurdity appears to have gone offline. Speculation already abounds regarding the permanency of this closure, as well as what comes next.
Maybe this is where the community really figures out how to be a community outside of some anchor.
Until then, The Girl and I have made a pact to try to live up to the strangeness and absurdity of at least 24,274 of the 24,276 members as best we can.
Which reminds me, it's now 4am, and I've spent more than enough time with this rambling, and it's well past time to stop ignoring The Girl.
-transiit
And now that it is, I can give my eulogy for 2007 with full knowledge of how it went down.
The year began for me with a sense of hope that I could leave 2006 behind, and whatever unhappiness, whatever frustration, whatever conflict or malady or obstacle or whatever, would be safely left behind. A few days prior to the beginning of the year, I'd found myself drawn into a most-excellent online community, the most friendly and inclusive group of people I'd ever come across, and there was sort of a sense of optimism about the whole thing. Rather than rambling on, perhaps I should categorize a bit.
January:
Sort of a pointless month. I went back to work from the winter shutdown, and aside from some basic internet silliness, not too much to report. Started getting involved in the spectacle that is "Movie Night" Met some good people. Had some laughs. Started being human again. (Those of you that I crossed paths with in 2006 might remember me being somewhat stunted in the humanity department.)
February:
Remember that online community I mentioned? It sort of went out of control when one of the other movie night regulars talked me into showing up to a local meetup event. Rather than just names and pixelated images, I had to interact with these people, and worse yet, I had to leave my apartment and drive to Santa Monica to do it. Ok, sure, it was a half hour drive or so, nothing epic poets would write epic poems over, but I busted a cycle, dammit.
March:
The journey into further oddity continued. Sure, work was work, but I was slowly rediscovering bits of personality that I thought were lost. Might sound a bit dramatic, but hey, you weren't there. Of course, this group that I'd found so much inspiration from had an event that occurred on St. Patrick's Day. A loss, in a way. But the way they reacted, and the basic spirit surrounding it were inescapable. I'd met so many truly awesome people this way, it had become a certainty that I'd have to stick around to see where it went.
April:
Well, work was still work. It sounds boring, but it just sort of....no, I'll let that pun lie. One of the locals from the community got me to leave my apartment a few times to hang out. Fun was had. Life was strange again. I went back to referring to myself as "mostly harmless"
May:
The usual routine continued. I realized more so that these ideas of creativity and collaboration were abundant when I made the mistake of trying to set up a project to make something for a friend's birthday. Which led to the unfortunate realization how many people have birthdays in May, after all.
Thanks to all that helped out. Started having group IM chats with fellow like-minded people
June:
It would seem now like these months are just flying by, but to tell the truth, this year felt like one of the longest I've spent. But rather than some sense of drudgery and malcontent, there was new and fun and exciting and spontaneity and mass goofiness in droves. I broke my concert drought and saw one of my favorite bands. And I was free of the project at work and working on an internal research and development thing instead. Good times. We even tried to get Jsar a date.
July:
Whoops, turned 30. I guess it was bound to happen.
August, September, October:
Yup, more months. Went from the R&D project at work to something else. More silliness occurred, of course.
November:
Start with a bang?
We, of course, kept on collaborating...
Anyhow, this month changed everything. As best as I can tell, it's for the better. (trust me, you've not seen this one)
And I pulled off NaBloPoMo (but NaNoWriMo was a bust)
December:
Geez, people, just look back a few posts.
So that was it. That was 2007. Except for one specific glitch. When the clock struck midnight ending the year, our nexus of all this absurdity appears to have gone offline. Speculation already abounds regarding the permanency of this closure, as well as what comes next.
Maybe this is where the community really figures out how to be a community outside of some anchor.
Until then, The Girl and I have made a pact to try to live up to the strangeness and absurdity of at least 24,274 of the 24,276 members as best we can.
Which reminds me, it's now 4am, and I've spent more than enough time with this rambling, and it's well past time to stop ignoring The Girl.
-transiit
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