List of Photo VR Scenes in Yosemite National Park by erik goetze
What’s odd and exciting is how little this guy’s experience of Yosemite overlaps with mine. I’ve been to a lot of places in Yosemite, but very few of those places are these.
SUNDANCE FILM FESTIVAL – Ha Ha Ha America
“What kind button you see self pushing in 5 year?”
This was weird. I checked Doonesbury a minute ago, and instead of Doonesbury, it was the current Boondocks strip. Everything about the page was Doonesbury, except the actual strip itself, which was Boondocks. I reloaded the page several times. The fourth reload (that’s right, I reloaded it four times—I couldn’t believe my eyes) the correct strip loaded in.
I have both strips bookmarked, so I’m assuming it was a Firefox thing. Never had that one before, though.
The Kloss Gibbon (Hylobates klossii), also known as the Mentawai Gibbon or the Bilou, is a primate in the Hylobatidae or gibbon family…The singing of the Kloss Gibbons is considered the most beautiful of all the gibbons’ songs.
It is my considered opinion that The Kloss Gibbon also is the tastiest of all gibbons, although that resolution wasn’t successfully passed at the last meeting of the Council of Gibbon Considerers.
It’s a 400+ page free .pdf download you can get from universetoday.com. Every night there’s something else to see. Just another reference for your arsenal.
This link that I got from j-walkblog is interesting; it went 2 for 2 for me, returning “Dixieland” and the pistols’ “God Save the Queen.”
LSD – The Problem-Solving Psychedelic
Apparently “Like Swift Death” (as opposed to “Like Swift Dead”) does appear somewhere in else-time. The link’s to a ‘67 book referencing an earlier story by The Los Angeles Free Press.
Thanks to this thread on Slashdot for the link.
It might be interesting to see how Wikipedia’s entry on “Like Swift Dead” evolves. As of now it says
The phrase “Like Swift Dead” first appeared in an AP wire article referring to LSD in early January, 2006.
As of now (January 12, 2006) it appears to be an erroneous neologism coined by the author of the original AP article or one of the author’s sources. There is no supporting evidence for the term’s prior existence.
This page was last modified 08:09, 12 January 2006.
Gentlemen, I think this is the real thing. Oh, I know I said that about the hungry Buddha boy in Nepal, the Jesus head in the loaf of bread, and the Mary in the cabinet. Also, there was the fiasco about the Rigellian spaceship landing on the white house lawn in ‘02, for which I apologize. And the thing about the shitting statue of Percival is just plain embarrassing now; sorry to all those I induced to leave their jobs, sell their worldly possessions, and follow the shitting Percival; I was wrong. But this; this one I have a good feeling about.
“The police station chief told the reporter they have encountered two similar cases. They are unclear about the cause and hope the experts can offer an explanation.”
Right, good job there, Kolshak. I’m glad you’re on the case. “Two similar cases.” Third world, what is wrong with you?
“Ladies & Gentlemen, men of the press, your Royal Highness,
“We at Blithering Idiot Co are excited about the future. Confidently upbeat. Future-wise, we see ourselves moving forward. And not just moving forward in the sense that everything must move forward in space-time, but in a whole other, more exciting sense that you have to take my word on.
“My predecessor at Blithering idiot, a fine man, led this company on a new path. He dared to lead when others lay back and said ‘It will never work!’ They said ‘The change is too much!’ They said ‘The tank is about to blow!’ Well, I’d just like to say to those doubting Thomases that he was one hundred percent correct, in the sense that two out of three is one hundred percent. And I’d like to build on the successes of this man, this towering hero, by dismantling his initiatives and replacing them with entirely new ones. May he rest in peace going forward.
“Make no mistake, we also plan to learn from our mistakes, if we’ve made any, which we have not. We will learn from these non-mistakes in a looking backward, vibrant fashion. For we at Blithering Idiot regard every mistake that we’ve never made as really an opportunity, an opportunity to improve our synergies and initiatives seamlessly with regard to things.
“So as we stagger from opportunity to opportunity in our march into the future, let us always remember that, even though other companies may tie a bow on a sack of horseshit and call it pretty, we would never, ever do such a thing, unless it were both lucrative and unattributable.
“Thank you and God bless you all.”
I know nothing about .php and very little about site management. Did I already mention that? My site host uses something called “fantastico” to make wordpress installation painless, and it almost was. However, it installed version 1.5 instead of the latest, greatest version 2.0, and over the last couple days I’ve made two feeble attempts at upgrading.
I’m wily enough to back up all the files that worked and stash them in a directory that I can access if something goes wrong. I’m that wily. The problem arose with the mySQL database.
I’ve never worked with databases. So I’m a kind of primitive gerbil skittering between cereal boxes and mousetraps; I have no idea what treasures and bombs lie there. About an hour ago I tried to upgrade once more and got a little farther into the cheerios than I had before. Instead of running the install script and just getting gibberish, this time I got a very polite message telling me I seemed to already have Wordpress installed, and that before reinstalling would I please clear my database tables first?
So I turned from the cheerios and sniffed the bomb. Database, eh? I could do that; I knew exactly where on my admin Cpanel to find that. I’d sniffed around there only yesterday, beating a hasty retreat only after I inadvertently added a new column to the tables when all I wanted to do was look at the data. That extra column hadn’t done anything grim to my website. How bad could clearing the tables be, if Wordpress was telling me to do it? Was that a fuse I saw, lit end toward my paw?
The thing is, I know I’m a gerbil; that’s what saved me in the end. I googled “you appear to already have wordpress installed” to see how other gerbils had handled this. I never like re-inventing the wheel when I can steal somebody else’s. The search led from one site to another, finally back to the Wordpress codex. There I learned that “clearing my database tables” is in fact code for “Armageddon.” That was nice to find out.
I dragged all my WP 1.5 files back to the root directory after deleting all the 2.0 files, only hyperventilating once when I couldn’t find a clean, old copy of config.php. I finally found one in my \temp folder, and now everything’s back the way it was.
I’m trying again tomorrow. Gerbils are stupid that way.
When I come up with a concise term or phrase that’s well-formed, I naturally assume that someone else has already come up with it. Maybe it’s not used the way I use it, but I assume it’s out there, somewhere among the web’s data bits. Sometimes I google the phrase just to see how others have used it. It’s similar to how I didn’t expect “Like Swift Dead” to show up on a search; it’s a completely mal-formed stew of a phrase. Means nothing, comes from nowhere. Similarly, I don’t expect “Crackling Castle Porkpie” to return any results either. Hold on while I check that.
Nope, no crackling castle porkpies. But It’s odd when I google something that I know is well-formed and come up empty. It happens sometimes. In a way it’s gratifying to think I’m the first person who’s put these two or three words together and tossed them out on the web, but in another way it’s kind of spooky. Like I’m in a deserted hallway in a deserted hospital at midnight trying to keep my footsteps from echoing.
Anyway, here’s a short list of things that googled empty for me that shouldn’t have:
1. googled empty
2. nuts and hayseeds
3. crime and sanctuary
Actually, “crime and sanctuary” has started to google (although only as an innocent conjunction of clauses), but “googled empty” and “nuts and hayseeds” are still quiet. Even “google empty” and “googles empty,” as phrases with a meaning, are unlinked. Gratifying, but spooky.
WJZ Baltimore, Maryland News Weather: Father Of LSD Celebrating 100th Birthday
Like Swift Dead
LSD inspired the 1960s hippy generation and was immortalized in the Beatles’ hit “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” although the band denied any connection. But it was also known as Like Swift Dead.
Both Google and myself have never heard the term “Like Swift Dead.” Please point me to a source. I yearn for knowledge.
I try to stay north of the tracks these days, so I can pretend everything’s normal. I did make an error a couple days ago by driving on 90 between Broad and Menge, I did err.
I remember when I was a kid, in 1975, I moved to Markham in LB. It was six years after Camille, and half the street was still missing. Our house withstood the storm, but three houses down it was rubble. Slowly, over years, one house after another sprouted from the debris. I remember it; one day we could play in the rubble, with the bricks and rusted pipes and weathered little men from boardgames, the next day workers were raising trusses. Slowly houses appeared down from us, closer to the beach. Slowly the rubble gave way to lawns and lincoln continentals. It was just the way it was when I was a kid. Things got better.
It’s all rubble again. My house, the wooden house that stood through Camille, is gone. I can see the little parquet rectangles that made the floor scattered everywhere. Just like I could see little parquet rectangles of dead houses in 1975, scattered in quiet little ghost-lots south of my house, in 1975.
Vince Young is headed to the NFL.
Between Vince Young and Matt Leinart, Aaron Brooks will be getting his walking papers. Maybe Haslett and he can open up a muffaletta stand in Slidell next year.
Not that I’m bitter or anything.
“I mean, it’s not really a form of art, though, is it? It’s a series of thoughts that don’t follow one another elegantly. It’s not what I meant to do.”
“You still like the novel, don’t you?”
“I do. I like the form of a novel. A beginning, a middle, and an end. Things happen. Feelings are evoked in a chain the author made. I like the idea of dictating a specific order of thought or feeling to the reader.”
“Is that right?”
“Fuck you. You know what’s funny? The best novels dictate the order, but not the actual thoughts or precise feelings. The best novels leave that up to the reader. That’s art.”
“But if the novel is an art form, and haiku and free verse are art forms, why can’t the weblog be a form of art?
“Seriously? There’s no reason it couldn’t. They just aren’t. There’re lots of different kinds of weblogs, and some of them are written by profound people with a lot on their minds. And their weblogs can have art in them, but the weblog itself is just a log. At best, it declares that time passes. That’s what it does at best.
“I started one as a sort of idea file. I thought it would be nice to put my ideas in one place, where I knew I could get at them. It was always with an eye toward the day when I could use those ideas in a novel, maybe in a conversation in a novel.
“But that day hasn’t come yet, and I’m starting to think that blogging has put that day farther into the future than it was before. So I can only speak from personal experience, but, if anything, blogging has been an anti-art form for me.”
“Are you trying to depress me?”
“Of course.”
I wonder how different history would be if, instead of having a man in the moon, we’d had a frowny-face in the sky. Or a tangerine. What we have up there now is the expression of someone partway between a surprise, a sneeze, and despair. Something Munch might have thrown up there. That’s got to have affected us.
This is a hell of a lot easier than the Frontpage/Blogger/cuteFTP kludge that depressed me so last summer. I may even use it. David was kind enough to offer a piece of his site before Christmas to upload my blog to, which in part provided me with enough gumption to look at the whole blogging thing again. Long story short, turns out my website host was shitty, unbeknownst to me. I got a new one yesterday (as ectoblog was coming up for renewal) called Midphase. I don’t know how good they are, but they’re certainly several shitloads better than my last one. WordPress installed like a champ, and the site looks and runs thousands of times better than it did last year.
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