Photos: two kept to be scanned and then tossed. (Y’all saw a crappy cell photo of one of them the other day.)
Awesome bowls: delivered to Kat.
Pretty much everything else: tossed.
I’m not sentimental. There were some photos I wanted from my late teens and early 20s, including a couple of great slides of the Jesus Tree (the greatest example of apophenia I’ve ever seen, lamentably cut down in the past two decades), but I didn’t see them. It’s possible I had grabbed them on an earlier trip and either tossed or packed them away in a box somewhere. No telling.
Leftover beef stew + homemade noodles + homemade crème fraîche = NOM NOM NOM.
The stew was made on Saturday (I’ve no idea how I had the energy to pull that off considering my traveling that day) with bottom round, onions, garlic, toasted cumin and coriander seed, carrots, mustard greens, peas, and pumpkin porter. As I was working from home today, I was able to carve out 15 minutes to mix and knead some fresh pasta dough. Rolled, cut, cooked, buttered, and topped with stew.
Happy belly. Oh, wait…that’s right. We’re calling my belly, Mount Doom henceforth.
“When you’re at the pool lounging on a beach chair and some little kids are running and the lifeguard screams out “no running” do you respond “excuse, not all of us are running”? No, you don’t. The lifeguard didn’t have to specifically state who they were talking to because you’re intelligent enough to comprehend that the comment wasn’t being directed at you.”—
Found a quote that shuts down that “not all men” argument pretty well. (via mykicks)
“When we talked, he focussed mostly on the design of the site, and I asked him whether he thought of Ello as a business at all. The answer was an emphatic but qualified “yes.” Budnitz said that he wants Ello to be sustainable, but that he sees no need for it to “become a billion-dollar company.” Because it’s relatively inexpensive to keep the basic infrastructure of a Web site running, he feels confident that he and his co-owners—the designers and programmers who helped build the site—can turn a decent profit by selling extra features for a dollar or two apiece.”—
Imma assume this stupidity about this being “relatively inexpensive” comes from the artist who started Ello. This is why I can’t truly speak to non-technologists about technology at all. They have no fucking clue. To analogize this in a way that a visual artist would understand COMPLETELY…
"That painting is just drips and blocks of color. My kid could do that."
It’s not cheap to keep a website running, not if you want it to run reliably and at scale. And not one person is going to give dime one to a website that can’t run reliably and at scale.
Since Budnitz and his buddies put this together for a small group of people, it’ll have been designed from the ground up with the following design flaws (unless they have some seriously senior, seasoned, and incredibly smart engineers as friends which, I’m going to tell you right now they do not or one of them would already be the COO and the only person allowed to speak to the press).
No I18N/L10N support (that’s Internationalization and Localization for you non-techies and if you count letters you’ll understand why those are the abbreviations for those terms; you may also call me R5D).
Load balancing? What’s that?
Sharding? What’s that?
No sharable services.
The list goes on and on and on and on.
Anyone can hack together a small social networking website in a few, caffeine-fueled days. It’s a rare set of engineers who can build one for the masses. And that takes a lot of money. A LOT.
I have unlocked the driving legitimacy achievement- level up!
As you drive, don’t forget to keep an eye out for “Power Ups”. If you see them, be sure to swerve to drive over them. Gas cans, ammo, med kits, and of course old people. That’s how you get additional lives.
That seven seconds caused me to catch a train about seven minutes later, which caused me to miss the 6:19 by about three minutes. I half-jogged from Penn Station, but it wasn’t enough.
So now I get to waste an extra 40 minutes here before another two-hour train ride.
This isn’t a pleasure trip; there is no fun. There was a small chance I’d have had just enough energy after a long day of travel to make it to New Haven for pizza to make something not complete shit, but now I’ll be too late.
My only solace is in believing that dick who dawdled on the stairs setting this whole delay off is a tourist and will end up mugged and dying in a pool of his own fucking blood.
I know I’m *often* cheery and light around here and I certainly do love all you people I love, but my regard for most of humanity is…well, I would happily ask for second fucking servings of Soylent Green.