I wasted an entire evening doing this meme-thing that’s been going around but I don’t want to post it here. It’s inside the walled garden.
I was looking for some free software to make multi-dimensional scatterplots when I came across ggobi today. I totally love this little program. Here’s a short video from some inflammatory marker data I was mucking around with. I’ve cropped out the rotating axes here but these data are plotted on six dimensions (for the first 40 seconds at least). I was going to rock it out with some tunes but the camstudio avi freaks Premiere Pro out. There’s probably a better way to do this.
I’m filling out the paperwork to get some new car insurance (exciting? no.) when I noticed this bit about pet insurance tucked away in the collision coverage section.
I hate them now. We don’t want your damn blood money. Stay away from my dog and my emotions.
I stopped by Circuit City today, feeling optimistic because things were going my way today, having gone surprisingly smoothly at the DMV (despite me showing up with expired and/or missing documents). It also seems like they’ve been going out of business for about three years now, maybe I could find a deal or two on one or three of the cameras I’ve been thinking over. The plot above is the last three weeks of prices of a Canon XSi from camel camel camel – (utterly fantastic name there) – which tracks the surprisingly volatile prices on Amazon. But regardless of the good deal vs bad deal on that plot, you’re for sure getting a better deal than the liquidators at Circuit City are offering. Full MSRP for the XSi is (apparently) $799, but since they like your face they’ll do you a favor and knock a full TEN PERCENT off. For the math challenged that’s still clean off the top of the Amazon plot. Thanks for that guys, really. You’re too kind. Yet oddly enough, the place was packed.
I can’t decide if I hate Lexulous or Hasbro’s Scrabble more. Do I want to play with 8 letters and screwy tile values and have bizarro bingo rules? No. Do I want to play a garishly bloodred overly flash-heavy version by the evil bastards who killed Scrabulous? No. Maybe I’m just getting tired of beating everyone so badly, my selfish stream of dominating one-sided victories bringing down the collective self-esteem of my friends and family. We need something new, something fresh. What we really need is a Facebook Catan.
I was thinking about coming home Boston-way for an early weekend in February for birthday party fun-times but then I realized it was considerably cheaper (like, $100) to fly to New Orleans where the real party’s at. Anyone want to meet me down there? Have a few hurricanes, check out a drag show, snatch away some beads from someone smaller and bang out a ill-planned service project unintended consequences be damned? We’ll just show up unannounced & crash on yjp’s friend’s uber-comfortable accommodations.
So, yeah? Sound like a plan? If you’re not totally convinced we’ll let the singing fish be the decider.
The part of the inaugural speech I most strongly identified with could well have been lifted from Starship Troopers.
We have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task. This is the price and the promise of citizenship.
Citizenship is an attitude, a state of mind, an emotional conviction that the whole is greater than the part… and that the part should be humbly proud to sacrifice itself that the whole may live.
Today was an unearned gift, an overabundance of light and color and warmth. A fantastic break from the rut of bus stops, work hijinks, early onset darkness, a sullen dog waiting for me when I get home.
In addition, I’ve come across what’s probably the world’s perfect run for when the little dorks get here. It’s a mind breaking beautiful consciousness altering route from ocean beach along the coastal trail. Funny to find how much better things are just a few blocks over yonder. Hills of Cabrillo out, Cliffs of Insanity in!
In Somerville? This’ll be worth seeing tonight. Better than being snowed in. Say hi to VJ Uncle Jazzy for me.
The sum total of my surfing knowledge comes from three sources: Heathen’s sister’s BF who waxed poetic on the topic, at some length, during an ill fated trip to Hawaii, the soul suckingly boring Step Into Liquid, and he who shall not be named‘s rampant infatuation with Blue Crush. I wasn’t aware of the existence of the hot shit surf competition that takes place halfway between my house and VC’s place until La Guapita pointed it out a few weeks back.
Point being, Mavericks is a $150,000 surf competition at Half Moon Bay. The 24 participants (all white dudes named Evan or Josh or Tyler or Zach) fly in on 24 hour notice when the conditions are right and have at it on 30 foot waves. There website has current wave conditions and a sign up sheet if you want to know when the party starts (and receive other radical spam). You can pay $25 to watch at AT&T Park, or try to get down there to watch live (presumably?). There had been murmurings it would happen this weekend, but…
If you’re icicle-bound out east and unlikely to make it here on an overnight flight here’s a slideshow of the most interesting Mavericks Competition photos on flickr. I would really like to rent something long and check this out in person.
My POTDs have been kinda sucking it up as of late as once again I find myself stuck in deadly boring cycle of work/darkness/lack of friends within a two thousand mile radius. Fortunately, the new Maija Nell Fan Club is BLOWIN’ UP. Seven members! That’s bigger than our friggin’ Jingle Blast turnout. Bigger than DOG-A-PALOOZA! BIGGER THAN SCROWYARRR!!!
Since it’s easier to blame equipment for mediocre results than my motivation or opportunity, I’ve decided throwing money at the problem is the most logical solution. I’m not sure if a half month’s rent, a full month’s, or trading in my car’s worth of irresponsibility will do the trick. Stay tuned for critical updates.
Given the tiny mileage bread snatcher and I did this morning and the fact that this half is in just over two weeks away I’d have to increase my daily rate by a mere 8 percent(!) each day for the next 19 days to be ready for the Kaiser Permanente Half Marathon. The power of compound interest leads to delusions of grandeur. It’d be easier with a MBF to foolishly Yes We Can along the way with me.
Going absolutely blind tonight trying to read the worlds worst pdf, Narrative of the expedition of an American Squadron to the China Seas and Japan. This is a primary account of Commodore Perry’s gunboat diplomacy with Japan, which, as you might imagine, is a touch biased toward the author’s perspective but still fascinating, full of obnoxiously detailed day to day accounts. The except below is an account from Lew Chew, or Ryukyu (today, Okinawa) which at the time was an independent political state.
Every couple of weeks I try to go off the legal stimulants for a day to prove I still can. I had kept putting the most recent detox off due to Thanksgiving/Christmas travel and work requirements so the latest try was well overdue. Not to ruin the suspense but today’s effort wasn’t technically fatal. Ultimately though, this sad little success came at cost of missing a gorgeous summer day – what friggin hemisphere is this? I don’t know if going off caffeine cold turkey can actually kill you dead the way quitting the booze can or if it’s on the safer side of things (like heroin). I’d assume the latter but am operating on 3% brain power so scientific accuracy from me at this point is more accidental than intentional. One can OD on the good stuff, and mefi says a true detox takes two weeks. If I showed up to work feeling like I do today, I can’t imagine myself staying employed that long.
My lapsed friend Todd from UGA made an odd comment on some FB photo today that caught my eye.
It looks like his brewing collective (& yes, we need one) decided chicken beer was a good idea. Don’t click through if you’re into vegan dog biscuits or are prone to nausea.
My righteous and furious anger with the bread snatcher subsided somewhat overnight so this morning we went for a little hike up to the Presidio. Unlike some other poor bastards, no snow emergency here, it’s an utterly gorgeous & glorious day. I can’t believe such a beautiful place is a close walk (five blocks?!) from my house. It overwhelms me with feelings of how fortunate I am to be here now, regardless of how long it lasts.
By the way, the above shot is a little tilt-shift experiment per Vida Nueva’s suggestion. I’m of the understanding the proper way to do this is a dedicated lens but as I’m still saving for an XSi tweaky toys will have to wait.
You may have noticed we were down. I’m still missing the last month of posts but hopefully those will be fixed tomorrow. Comments, I’m not so sure. They’re floating around in there somewhere, just not so perfectly associated with the restored posts. Over Christmas SMHB told me to be forward looking and not so worried about straightening out the past, but still.
I have to be up for work in three hours but can’t sleep. For the last 45 minutes I’ve been sitting here listening to three foghorns play in timed sequence, over and over. Low horn, high horn, medium. It’s beautiful, a shipwreck orchestra.