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Strange Hours
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| | Subject: | so awesomely cool | | Time: | 09:11 am |
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Literary tattoos. http://www.contrariwise.org/
With added e.e. cummings love.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
- e. e. cummings, i carry your heart with me
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| | Current Music: | Flucht - Wumpscut | | Current Location: | Work | | Subject: | HID porn | | Time: | 04:11 pm |
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| New toys for work. Really liking the display, in particular. Of *course* size matters.
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| | Subject: | fragments | | Time: | 09:52 am |
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| I don't really know what to do with this, so I'm going to leave it here to be ridiculed.
I'm waiting patiently,
For the Polaroid to take hold.
Then all my secrets,
They will unfold." -- Polaroid; Curve
He steps out into the light and the bodies, moving in the flow
before he's really fully aware of it. He blinks, and realises the
music he's listening to is too loud. Turned up against the noise
of the train, it's almost painful now, even against the backdrop
of the racket of the city. He moves to turn it down, but
pauses. It's a song he likes. Leave it; it's a good way to start
the walk. Fully in the throng now, he's swept along on his way,
away from the tube station in the direction of the office. Lost
in thought and in the tune.
Something on the pavement just in front of him catches his eye. A
black square, white edged. A polaroid, face down. No one else
seems to have noticed, and he stoops, buffeted by the crowd, and
picks it up. On his way again quickly, he turns it over. The
front is still milky white. Freshly ejected. He looks about, and
up. It must have fallen there only moments ago, but there's no
indication where it might have come from. The edges are fading to
tan as the picture develops. A push from behind as people stream
past him; he's slowed too much. He shoves the polaroid into his
back pocket and picks up the pace; drops back into the song, and
the last minutes of the commute.
It's not until after he fetches his morning coffee and goes to
sit down at his desk that he remembers the polaroid. He takes it
out. It's fully developed now; chemical reactions run to
completion leaving a picture of a woman's face. She has long
black hair which spills outwards obscuring any background, and
her eyes are closed. It's slightly overexposed; the flash must
have gone off. The picture is tightly framed, and at an angle so
that the face forms a diagonal, with the diamond formed by
collarbones and neck in the lower left corner. She looks
peaceful. Asleep maybe. He has no idea how a photo like this, so
calm and so simple, could have ended up where he found it, in the
middle of peak hour chaos, within seconds of its having been
taken.
"Hey! Who's that?". Mel's stuck her head over the partition,
like she does every morning when he gets in, and has seen him,
lost in thought. He doesn't really know what to say.
"No idea. Found it on my way to work."
"And you kept it? Isn't that a bit creepy?"
"No. Yes? I don't know... Is it?". But she's gone again already.
Suddenly uncomfortable, he reaches down to put it into the
waste-paper basket. His bag is sitting on the ground too, and
without really knowing why, he slips it into a side pocket
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| | Subject: | VSM soft shadows with GLSL. | | Time: | 10:22 pm |
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| I've been playing a bit with GLSL and it's all starting to click. I took a stab at implementing variance shadow maps. I'm pretty sure it's not quite right, but it's certainly getting close.
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| Callum recently received a dinosaur toy. we were asking him what it was.
Us: how many horns does it have?
Cal: one... two... three...
Us: Another way of saying three is tri... So what is it?
Cal: It's... a... trinocerous?
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| | Subject: | ROFLMAO | | Time: | 09:59 pm |
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| How not to write a press release
Before President Bush touched down in Pennsylvania Wednesday to promote his nuclear energy policy, the environmental group Greenpeace was mobilizing.
"This volatile and dangerous source of energy" is no answer to the country's energy needs, shouted a Greenpeace fact sheet decrying the "threat" posed by the Limerick reactors Bush visited.
But a factoid or two later, the Greenpeace authors were stumped while searching for the ideal menacing metaphor.
We present it here exactly as it was written, capital letters and all: "In the twenty years since the Chernobyl tragedy, the world's worst nuclear accident, there have been nearly [FILL IN ALARMIST AND ARMAGEDDONIST FACTOID HERE]."
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| | Subject: | Carve CSG Interpolation | | Time: | 10:07 am |
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| Small screenshot from Carve (working name for our CSG library) showing interpolation of per-face-per-vertex input data across vertices in the output.
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| Ethan scattered the fridge magnets all over the floor this evening. I was just walking into the kitchen when i caught out of the corner of my eye a D, and all the angband alarm bells went off in my head.
Oh dear. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | dead iPod update | | Time: | 08:52 am |
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| I opened up my iPod last night after reading that the clicking drive problem is sometimes fixed by giving it a good slap. I wasn't prepared to do that, but I figured that the most likely thing was that it was a loose drive cable. One interesting symptom is that the self test mode can display HDD SMART info. Mine said something like 100 RETRACTS and 0 REALLOCS. I assume that the RETRACTS counter counts the action of moving the drive head back to the park position, which causes the click. Each time I ran the test, there would be one extra click, and the counter would increment. The realloc count strongly suggests to me that the drive isn't accumulating bad sectors. Maybe this means it's not the drive, but that the communication between the drive and the iPod mainboard is flaky and after a failure, it's being reset.
After unplugging and replugging the drive, and reformatting as a FAT32 iPod it *seems* to be ok. I don't expect that it'll last, but if I get a bit more life out of it before I have to throw it away or find a replacement HDD, I'm happy.
Bottom line: opening an iPod is a piece of cake. Replacing the HDD will similarly be a piece of cake, when/if I need to.
One thing that was obvious after opening it up was that I'd been given a reconditioned iPod - there was writing in texta across the drive. Also, there was a strip of black tape-like material across the circuit board end of the drive cable. I don't know if that's always there inside iPods, but the connector is apple laptop standard, and I haven't seen that inside my laptop.
In my opinion, it makes a bit of a mockery of warranty replacement if the replacement stands a higher chance of failure than a new item. I bet it saves Apple a packet though. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | $38/month | | Time: | 03:15 pm |
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| | It's taken 17 months to go through two iPod hard drives. This time, of course it's not under warranty (the replacement is only covered for 90 days) and so I'm now officially no longer the owner of a functional iPod, and I'm not likely to be one ever again. That works out to $38/month for the privilege of listening to music - which is incredibly crap. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | The strange things people study... | | Time: | 11:24 am |
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| | Subject: | GAA GCA AGC ACA GAA AGA | | Time: | 09:53 am |
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| Fear my easter/bioinformatics nerdiness.
(And my appalling craft skills) | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Exterminate, Annhilate, Destroy - Rotersand | | Time: | 08:24 am |
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| In this morning's Age, there was an article on an imminent deal to allow China exploration and "exploitation" rights to Australia's uranium. Presumably this is in return for beads, mirrors and avian flu.
What goes around, comes around. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Almost Unbearably Cool | | Time: | 11:51 pm |
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| | If you have a windows box, check out Zen Bondage (utterly work safe - until your screams of frustration drive your workmates into an axemurdering frenzy). | | comments: Leave a comment |
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