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July 03, 2009

Kurt Weiske

Slow photo days

I have 3 rolls of film in transit at York photo. I don’t know how soon they’ll turn them around given the 4th of July holiday.

That’s probably a thing of the past – film processors delayed by all of America rushing rolls of film capturing holiday parades, barbecues and attempts to photograph fireworks to their film processor after a long holiday.  Most people are shooting digital and printing online now. As long as I can find film and a place to develop it, I’ll shoot most of my images on film. I shoot differently when I’m shooting film – when I can’t immediately see the result and I pay for each print I think I’m more deliberate, more into the moment than when I shoot digital.

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by Kurt Weiske at July 03, 2009 02:55 PM

Siduri

My Little Monkey

Robin is such a big boy now, I can hardly believe it. Just look at him clambering up these monkey bars:

Here’s a close-up:

Yes, I did give him a rather unfortunate haircut. Don’t worry, it’ll grow out, and he doesn’t mind.

by shannon at July 03, 2009 12:30 AM

July 02, 2009

Siduri

What’s for Dinner

Another lovely, lovely vegetable box, even though there weren’t any tomatoes, which is sad. But we did get lots of fruit, and that’s always exciting: there was a bag each of peaches, nectarines, and apricots. I noticed as I was arranging them in our fruit bowl that the apricots were really very ripe: so I cut one up and gave it to Robin. He scarfed it down and instantly transformed into a demanding little monster who could only be satiated with apricots; he ate them all in one sitting and would have gone on to the nectarines if I hadn’t finally cut him off. I was afraid he might be ill but apparently his little tummy has no trouble processing great quantities of apricots.

We also got a bunch of purple basil, three red onions, about two pounds of potatoes, two bunches of carrots, a big head of broccoli, two cucumbers, a nice mix of summer squashes, and a lot of little green peppers. Last night we had burgers garnished with red onion slices; tonight we’ll have steak and pepper stir-fry, and I think Robin and I will eat the squashes for lunch. Tomorrow for dinner we’ll have a salad and chilled cream of carrot soup.

Saturday our friends Wendy and Zach are having a 4th of July BBQ: I can’t go, but I’m going to send the boys with a batch of potato salad made using the potatoes and red onions from our box. Sunday I think I’d like to make seafood paella; Monday, pasta of some description; and Tuesday, leftovers.

Also, inspired by Wendy’s beautiful bentos, I’ve started making Sam a lunch to take to work. I offered to do this a long time ago but he wasn’t very keen on the idea: he didn’t want to worry about food spilling in his backpack, and he liked going to restaurants with his coworkers for lunch.

A while ago, however, Sam got transferred into a different group where apparently people don’t have the same social lunch habits, and it got to the point where if I asked him what he had for lunch, the usual answer was “six cups of coffee and a Pop Tart from the vending machine.”

So I bought him a Mr. Bento lunch set, since for some reason he didn’t like the idea of taking his lunch in my awesome Batman lunch box that Nina gave me. You can tell Mr. Bento is serious and manly because it’s all grey and comes in a military-style canvas bag (although Sam’s came with a stainless steel spork instead of the chopsticks pictured).

It’s a little bit daunting filling the four bowls with four different things, but I bought stuff like cheese and crackers and cold cuts that I can use to fill up the bentos quickly, and then I round it out with leftovers or chopped up fruit. The first day Sam came home saying that he wasn’t going to be hungry for dinner because he had such a big lunch, which nearly nixed the whole enterprise, as I am absolutely not going to spend time fixing his lunch if it means he won’t eat my dinners! However Sam backed down from that position and so far the bento project is going pretty well. I might see about getting a smaller bento set, though.

by shannon at July 02, 2009 05:00 PM

Evan Prodromou

14 Messidor CCXVII

It's been one year since the public launch of identi.ca on July 2, 2008.

At the time, I'd been working on the software for a few months, and after some friendly beta testing by Montreal tech folks and autonomo.us members, I felt that it was time to Release Early, Release Often. So on vacation in Lake Tahoe with my pregnant wife and in-laws, and jetlagged and unable to sleep, I sent out an announcement email to beta users at 5:30AM PDT. You can see my status update on the subject, which in turn links to our press release and my personal blog post of Journal/14 Messidor CCXVI. We had 10K users within 30 hours; I switched hosting providers and did a new release of the software within 72. It was a busy time.

I had no idea that identi.ca and Laconica would become such an important part of my life and of the Internet landscape. In the intervening year, we've received seed funding from Montreal Start Up, done 4 major point releases of the software (from last year's 0.4.x to this week's 0.8.x), and become the indisputably most important Open Source microblogging platform on the planet.

I'd like to take moment to give my personal thanks to folks who've helped make this project such a success:

  • My wife @majnoona and children @amitajune and @stavro who've been so patient with my work and travel schedule over the last 12 months.
  • My innumerable friends and colleagues who've set up accounts on identi.ca and used them. You learn who your friends are when you start a new project like this.
  • The thousands and thousands of people who've become new friends through the site. I've been awed by how many folks have caught onto the dream of Open Source, distributed microblogging and made it their own.
  • The dozens of developers who've written code for Laconica, or plugins, or API clients that use the software.
  • The team of developers and admins at Control Yourself: @zach, @csarven, @millette, @nate, @foucault and @cvollick. They've put in long hours and done some really impressive technical feats to keep us going in the face of growth and technology changes.

I'm looking forward to another big year.

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July 02, 2009 08:48 AM

July 01, 2009

Michael Bakunin

FINRA does something useful

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So, you can't afford a Bloomberg and you want to check out how much your broker's bond quote screws you?

FINRA, rather improbably, has your back, at least a little bit.

Welcome to the Bond Section of the Market Data Center. This section includes general bond market information such as news, benchmark yields, and corporate bond market activity and performance information, descriptive data on U.S. Treasury, Agency, Corporate and Municipal Bonds, Credit Rating Information from major rating agencies, and price information with real-time transaction prices for Corporate Bonds (TRACE), Municipal Bonds (MSRB) and end of day prices for U.S. Treasury Bonds.

FINRA - Investor Information - Market Data - Bonds


'Tain't perfect, but it's free.

Close second: EMMA, for munis. Gold.

by wcw@bignose.org (Wcw) at July 01, 2009 05:08 AM

June 30, 2009

Miles Standish

Snakes.

First and foremost, I owe you an apology. This Internet? The one we share, you and me, and perhaps the others as well but especially the two of us?

It is now full of snakes, all whiplash and poisonous, muddy-eyed and agitated, ready to strike. You may want to keep your fingers off the keyboard until they calm down. They might slip out of our little Internet and up between the keys.

They can do worse things than bite, these snakes. Have you been around a lot of snakes before? Do you know how a snake smells? Imagine it. That's all over the Internet now.

And I know -- oh, how I know -- that I shouldn't have put them all onto the Internet. I know, okay? My apartment was getting way too full of snakes, and I didn't know what to do with them, so like some kind of negative-virtue Pied Piper, all chromed out with zeroes and ones, I drove them off into the Internet. They squiggled and complained and wrote all kinds of vituperative letters, but I chased them nonetheless, and now my apartment has no snakes, only their lingering smell. The floor's safe to walk again. I may even begin collecting brightly-colored beetles and scarabs and such, which I could never do before on account of all the snakes.

Come see those beetles some time, won't you? They will be fab. I'll send you an invitation. Not by Internet, of course, because I filled it with snakes.

I know I've already apologized twice. And I know, furthermore, that apologies can often be a burden to the receiver, rather than a blessing. Guilt rarely helps a situation. Guilt certainly can't drive snakes out of the Internet -- goodness knows I've tried. Guilt can only drive more snakes into the Internet.

And perhaps you say I'm being unfair to the snakes, and that they are beautiful and virtuous reptiles, undeserving of their bad reputation. Generally, I agree.

But not these snakes, the ones that are squatting in our Internet making trouble and biting and so one. These ones are plum ornery, I tell you what. They're bitey and scratchey and kicky and screamy. They make trouble for a living like every crime has a funny funky soundtrack that makes it all okay. They cross the line and back so many times you'll think they were opening a SMTP over TLS communications session straight up to your old elementary school's yard bully. They'll make your ogres look like pigeons and your meanest snarl seem sanguine by comparison.

I hear they killed a goat on the Internet one time, just because. Maybe Samuel L. Jackson can chase them off, but I sure can't. The best I can do is offer this apology.

June 30, 2009 01:19 AM

My Other Car

(Please select one)
  • My other car is the six hundredth digit of Pi.
  • My other car is actually my own hooved feet.
  • My other car is sixty times the size of a typical sedan, but still proportional in its dimensions, hand-crafted from a hyperdense vanadium alloy, sitting in an oversized parking lot in Nairobi, totally immobile.
  • My other car is this sentence.
  • My other car is the horrible tickling of a hair on your arm that makes you mistakenly remember you've got spiders on you for the rest of the day.
  • My other car is the Mariinsky Ballet company, arranged in perfect harmony to function exactly like a typical automobile -- please note that due to illness or injury the understudy Natalia Dzevulskaya will be replacing Diana Vishneva playing the part of the carburator though.
  • My other car is a rational self-interest maximizer with perfect information and complete free will.
  • My other car may actually be a windmill, in which case forgive my quixotic delusion.
  • My other car is all made of pearls and clockwork, bathed in mist and the chirping of frogs, rumbling its ugly stumbling path from now into oblivion.
  • My other car is a well-structures villanelle about a poem that can turn into a car -- like a Transformers robot, but more high-brow.
  • My other car is the wailing of a distant star as it slowly collapses from giant to dwarf to nothingness.
  • My other car is lurking right behind you, carefully balanced on everything you've got in that room of yours, until the moment you turn around to look, at which point it disappears.
  • My other car is the opposite of a car, thus cancelling out my primary car and restoring the balance -- and I hope there won't be an explosion when that happens.


June 30, 2009 12:40 AM

June 29, 2009

Kurt Weiske

Racer

Racer

Another LOMO shot, this time in the hallway of my office.

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by Kurt Weiske at June 29, 2009 06:45 PM

Miles Standish

June

My friend Kelley is a Bad Advice Columnist for the local paper. People write in with their questions and problems, and he gives them bad advice. I'm not sure I approve of his vocation, but we've been friends since high school and I figure it's not exactly my place.

"I feel kind of uncomfortable with it too," he's told me several times over the years, "but sometimes people just really badly want some bad advice."

Anyway, I went to his wedding this weekend. His bride Maryana (well, now his wife) is a mysterious international jewel thief. Again, I'm not so sure I approve, but he's my friend and I want him to be happy.

The wedding started out wonderful. The ceremony was beautiful, the reception had a lively string jazz trio, there were stolen precious gemstones everywhere as party favors and decorations, and the country club was just lovely. It was one of those fancy overpriced weddings. Say what you will, but they both looked so happy!

You know that wedding tradition where the guests clink their forks against their wine glasses with increasing intensity until the bride and groom kiss, much to the applause of their celebrating friends and family?

Well, Kelley and Maryana didn't know it. We started clinking glasses and they didn't notice for a while, distracted by the month of June and the swelling in their hearts. Then they looked around, confused, and wondering why. Eventually they clinked their glasses as well, and when that didn't work, they quietly asked us to stop and we couldn't hear them.

We kept it up, clinking in a rising crescendo of expectation. At first we were all excited, then insistent, and finally bitter and resentful. We kept banging the stupid wine glasses. Our wrists were tired and our ears hurt but nobody was willing to back down. Even when someone stopped, someone else would pick up the pace. We had invested too much and didn't want to admit failure and so we kept stubbornly banging, even breaking a few wine glasses.

We kept it up for a little over an hour, until finally we gave up. The bride and groom were horrified and puzzled. The guests left with awkward apologies, crunching across broken glass. We never did get to eat the wonderful dinner they had presumably made.

Congratulations, Kelley and Maryana! Sorry for ruining your wedding. I wish we knew how to stop.

June 29, 2009 02:36 AM

June 27, 2009

Kurt Weiske

Caption This

Caption This

“Spot the Photographer”

or

“The Don’t Make Them Like They Used To”.

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by Kurt Weiske at June 27, 2009 02:04 AM