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Thursday, August 17th, 2017 11:00 pm

Nicobar Pigeon_1

If you have trouble boiling water due to altitude, try adding just a little bit of pigeon.

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Thursday, August 17th, 2017 08:00 pm


Tomistoma pondering why, with the most capitalistic president ever elected, the following solutions have not been proposed:

– Sell a set of linked billboards, scaling the rates based on proximity to large cities, allowing both American and Mexican businesses to pay for the border wall.

– Sell the rights for all statues of Robert E. Lee to KFC so they can rebrand him as Colonel Sanders nation-wide in a stunning marketing coup.

– Outsource the U.S.’s nuclear program to China and India, eliminating the need to remember all those pesky codes.

– Get rid of all those troublesome liberal states by selling them cheap to Canada.

Tomistoma is starting to think that some people are the brilliant businessmen they claim to be.

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Thursday, August 17th, 2017 06:01 pm

Red Ruffed Lemur_1

Baucis turned first.

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Thursday, August 17th, 2017 10:51 am
Beware of the one-eyed jack.
Thursday, August 17th, 2017 02:01 pm


Lifehack: When doing self-inventory, put a dot on each chest plate so you don’t accidentally over-count.

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Thursday, August 17th, 2017 11:12 am

Posted by Bruce Schneier

The US Supreme Court is deciding a case that will establish whether the police need a warrant to access cell phone location data. This week I signed on to an amicus brief from a wide array of security technologists outlining the technical arguments as why the answer should be yes. Susan Landau summarized our arguments.

A bunch of tech companies also submitted a brief.

Thursday, August 17th, 2017 06:21 am

Air temperature 52 F, dew point 46, wind west about 5 mph, scattered clouds. Getting up before the sun again -- we've lost an hour and a half of daylight since the solstice.

Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 11:01 pm

Red River Hog_7

What if all pigs have this sort of colouring, but the ones you’ve seen were just really muddy?

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Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 03:06 pm
On the afternoon of Wednesday, August 16th, 1972, Paula and I knelt before the altar of St. Augustine's Cathedral in downtown Tucson. We swore before God to cherish each other as husband and wife for as long as our beings lasted, not only "until death do us part" but even beyond.

It was not an official service. No priest was present. But we took it very seriously. We walked over to Woolworth's and bought our first wedding rings as soon as we left the church, and even though we got better ones a few months later, those two rings are still in my jewelry box today.

Later, she called her parents to tell them we were getting married. Grady and Thelma were - understandably - dubious. Oh, they congratulated her and talked to me and wished us the best, but then a couple of weeks later they showed up suddenly, packed up her stuff, and took her back to their home in Texas "to give us both a chance to think about it."

The rest of the story is here.

On this 45th anniversary, my thoughts turn to Stan Rogers' song, Forty Five Years. Seems appropriate.
Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 06:01 pm

White Handed Gibbon_6

Oranges and lemons,

Say the bells of St. Clement’s.

You owe me five farthings,

Say the bells of St. Martin’s.

When will you pay me?

Say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,

Say the bells of Shoreditch.

When will that be?

Say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know,

Says the gibbon of Bow.

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Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 10:53 am
Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 10:42 am
Lawn has been mowed.  Barely needed it, but there will be Stuff happening to get in the way of later.
Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 02:01 pm

Schmidts Guenon_5

The saddest part is the little piggy that had none.

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Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 08:05 am

Air temperature 65 F, dew point 63, calm, scattered clouds for the newspaper walk. Lawn needs mowed.

Tuesday, August 15th, 2017 11:01 pm


She just watched the Red Wedding episode.

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Tuesday, August 15th, 2017 11:58 pm
It's time for another question thread!

The rules:

- You may ask any dev-related question you have in a comment. (It doesn't even need to be about Dreamwidth, although if it involves a language/library/framework/database Dreamwidth doesn't use, you will probably get answers pointing that out and suggesting a better place to ask.)
- You may also answer any question, using the guidelines given in To Answer, Or Not To Answer and in this comment thread.
Tuesday, August 15th, 2017 11:56 am
so I'm finding in my reading and desire to read, that I've developed what I'm calling book paralysis. This is not the first time this has happened, but I'm noticing it keenly enough that I thought I might write about it today and see for how many of you this might also apply occasionally.

Currently, I have at least two books on my Kindle that I'm working through.. in reality, I have quite a few others waiting, but I wanted to see about making progress on these two, and one is a classic. I know many of you have read it. But it is a bit long and it is ok, though as I read it, I find that I look at how much more I have to read and for all the crisis and convolutions of the first half of it, it feels odd that I'm only halfway through it. It is dragging in it's own way, like an orgasm that you feel building and building, but stubbornly refuses to pitch itself over the edge. Will I be able to keep up the momentum to get to a point where the book pulls me in deeper on its own and gives me reason to voraciously consume the rest? Or am I going to have to circle and circle around it enduringly hoping that the payoff and pain will be worth this work? It has currently sat unread for weeks now.

Another book I've started but almost immediately stopped reading was a nonfiction book. One that might prove to help me be a better human, but which seems written from the perspective of the already enlightened and not from one like me who is still debating the merits of change much less committed to getting there. I say it is very fluffy, but what I guess I mean by that is that ideology presented in the book is very well regarded, but the text feels very cheerleadery and I find myself turned off by it. We're going to teach you the way of things, but we're going to make sure you drink the koolaid first. That has sat unread one or two chapters in.

So those were the two books on the docket. I suspect I will want to start a third so I keep moving forward on things I want to read, but in the meantime, the feeling of leaving those two books sitting... idle... leaves me not wanting to open my Kindle. It's odd. It is a sense of guilt of abandoning these things. One I want to read (as difficult as the text seems to be making the story), and one I need to read but kinda can't. Instead of removing them from my Kindle, they sit there taunting me, and turning me off the idea of reading altogether. It's.. interesting. I understand the mechanisms at work, and I've finally decided to face it head on and deal with the issue by 86ing both books and picking up the next thing I truly want to read and enjoy. I may trim out the on-deck list as well. I figure those books will always be available to grab later, and in the meantime, I won't feel this weird guilt and aversion to picking up my Kindle.

In their place, I have the first of the Bern Saga series by Hugh Howey that I'm looking forward to starting. It is older than his Silo series and some of the newer stuff yet, but I've heard good things, and I'm looking forward to it.

On the topic of Hugh Howey, if you have not read the Silo series, I highly recommend it. The Wool Omnibus is a great place to start. Also, the Beacon short stories are also delightful.
Tuesday, August 15th, 2017 06:01 pm

Black Hornbill

Neither the horn nor the bill of the black hornbill is black.

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Tuesday, August 15th, 2017 11:12 am

One possible varying hare (snowshoe rabbit) at my first Interstate crossing, mile 7. Remains fragmentary, but fur color looked right.

Cattail heads filled out and dark brown, thistles in fluff. Thrice-damned purple loosestrife rampaging across the land.

Got out on the bike in advance of threatened showers. Did not die.

15.26 miles, 1:15:03