Last week I received an email from Christine in Maine, her boyfriend lives on Avenue A a few blocks north of me. She asked me if I could point my webcam down towards the sidewalk, so she could see him and he could wave to her. I don’t think I’ve ever met either of them, but her letter made my week.

All of this technology, the cell phones, webcams, and microprocessors. Warm metal boxes with tiny green lights and a tangle of cables. The physical quantification of memory. All to bridge the distance between two people in love.

We’re still human and it’s still the future.

Yesterday I posted a link I found on Jerry Kindall’s site. Today I noticed a link back to my site from his stats page (go find it yourself, it doesn’t seem to be publicly linked). So, back at jerrykindall.com I see he posted a link to the FXScript Reference.

I’ve been reading his his site regularly for a while, as it seems we’re on a similar wavelength a lot of times. We also tend to cross paths on Metafilter.

Anyway, the linky-lovefest continues.

Installing Linux on Airport. Not using an airport with Linux, actually embedding Linux in the Airport base station’s firmware.(found on myAppleMenu.com)

Years ago, a few of the folks in Digital’s Semiconductor Engineering Group plugged a pickle into the wall. It glowed.

The above quote comes from a site detailing the discovery that, when plugged into a wall outlet, Kimchi regulates electricity as it glows, essentially becoming a light emitting vegetable diode. (found at jerrykindall.com)

The first time I heard about the “Electric Pickle”, I nearly passed out laughing. I’ve never personally witnessed the phenomenon, thankfully someone posted electric pickle photos and a quicktime movie.

Though probably not the origin of the idea, here is one of the earliest electric pickle accounts with an explanation.

Matt Reilly, witness to and publisher of the glowing kimchi page, links to some old web classics. One of my favorites that I haven’t seen in a long time is George Goble’s home page where he uses liquid oxygen to light (and vaporize) a barbecue grill.

I threw together a quick page of Translation Bookmarklets. With these in the toolbar, web pages can be translated in one click.

I really shouldn’t have been doing this now, and caught hell for not getting ready for the party tonight. Now I’ve got to go drink a big coffee and whip myself into a cleaning frenzy.

Aside from the tedious paperwork and excessive, archaic verbiage, the strategic practice of law must be quite invigorating.

Apologies in advance for the following stream of vitriol.

Not realizing that Saturday Night Live was a repeat (and still not funny), I sat through the first song by musical guest Sum 41. They surprised me with they’re practiced and contrived suckfulness.

Ways in which Sum 41 appears to suck:

1. I thought the first 30 seconds of the song were a Beasty Boys cover.
2. The coordinated whole-band hopping, reminded me of N’Sync
3. Sum 41 -> Blink 182
4. Lead singer/guitarist had Billy Idol hair and sneer.
5. www.sum41.com

That’s what I could remember. Overall, these guys seemed every bit as engineered as O-Town, just targeted at the opposite market. Why are today’s kids such hapless suckers? Don’t they see how they are being manipulated? Do they care? The idea of punk doesn’t look anything like it used to. All the groups and divisions seem so contrived now, if somene was to stand out as an individual, would anyone even notice?