Nov
11th
Wed
11th
A bit of this and a bit of that, but mostly that.
Gathered by Clay.
Greet me, pester me, question me, mock me.
Or just stalk me via twitter.
Apr
24th
Fri
24th
Capturing Dokuwiki
I hate Confluence, too much going on for too little gain. Dokuwiki maybe? Just noting it, saving it for later. Scheming.
Mar
8th
Sun
8th
Communications Primer
Ray and Charles Eames doing lovely things again, I think. I don’t have time to watch it right now. I’m trying to create my own video right now. Stumped on an infovis problem at the moment.
My father. I snorted my father. He was cremated, and I couldn’t resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow.
Apr
3rd
Tue
3rd
A Short Story by Ursula K. Le Guin
(I’d love to read the whole thing and say more later, but for now, an excerpt from the beginning of the story)
We venture to suggest that the confusion over Seed 31 may result from an ethnocentric interpretation of the word “up.” To us, “up” is a “good” direction. Not so, or not necessarily so, to an ant. “Up” is where the food comes from, to be sure; but “down” is where security, peace, and home are to be found. “Up” is the scorching sun; the freezing night; no shelter in the beloved tunnels; exile; death. Therefore we suggest that this strange author, in the solitude of her lonely tunnel, sought with what means she had to express the ultimate blasphemy conceivable to an ant, and that the correct reading of Seeds 30-31, in human terms, is:
Eat the eggs! Down with the Queen!
The Author of the Acacia Seeds, Ursula K. Le Guin
via Matt Webb
I think of my poor cat and his nasty little bowl of water, so quickly filled with blobs of food.
Ways of using your flexible cat paw toy. Via a misguided GIS for “crowd diagram” and then into the past for an entry on electro^plankton.
