Tara and I climbed at Quincy Quarry this morning. It’s a bit of a climbing playground, a great place to go for a few hours. The rocks, in places, are covered in graffiti which contrasts oddly with the serene lake-side scene that the quarry presents.
We haven’t been climbing in months and I’m feeling the forearm cramps starting to tense. pleasant.
I thought I’d pitch in my lot with the ’stachers and sculpt some cooool onto my face. Oh, be jealous ladies that you can’t partake of such banditry.
check out Erik P’s ’stache as well.
for a wedding. all my friends are getting hitched lately.
I feel like I’ve been waiting a decade for EA’s massive game of evolutionary development. Is the this the biggest piece of vaporware every prophesized?
Hyperlinking best practices, pt. 1: Visual presentation of links - jotsheet: “A good place to start on this subject is an essay from the usability nazi himself, Jakob Nielsen. In probably his best Alertbox ever, Nielsen covers the usability of hyperlinking. Amazingly, I agree with just about everything he says here, except that I think it’s possible to be too ugly with hyperlinks, whereas science has been unable to determine that Jakob Nielsen has any sense of “too ugly”—or even any sense of design in general. No matter.”
That’s quite funny. We’re struggling with how to present links in BigTreeTop at the moment. Underlining everything creates an incredible amount of clutter. Differentiating links by color on a screen already replete with color-coded information is not a good option either. I would like to do dotted underlines, but CSS2 doesn’t support that.
any suggestions?
I’ve never lived in a big city before. I’ve visited, but the expectation when you’re visiting is that you’ll be eating out and spending money. Now that I’m faced with an indeterminate stay, I’ve got to figure out how to LIVE in a city.
Finding anything in Boston (supermarket, gas station, bank) is like trying to find a set of keys in a cluttered living room — after someone has released a hive of bees into the space.
Today, I am a student. Tomorrow, I am a business owner.
Well, I guess I’ve been a business owner for a while now. I did write a check that bought the stock that brought me into the fold.
But tomorrow is a demarcation line. People will be allowed into BigTreeTop. We’ll be judged. That’s what makes it different. The judging.
Life’s purpose is a scent
that reminds me of something
I’m always about to remember
but never do
From the meebo.com blog comments list:
“i wd luv 2 b abl 2 change skin colours nd a hot pink skin wd b gr8″
Tom Wolfe should write a novel in l33t speak. It’d be the renaissance of Avant Garde art! It could be the Clockwork Orange of the 21st Century. Or Ian M. Banks could do it, similar to the fantastic Feersum Endjinn.
And if you’re reading this, Tom Wolfe, I ask only that you put my name, disguised in some sort of anagram or other clever trope, in the novel in exchange for this idea.
I thought the 14 hour days grinding out work would end after I got the degree. Oh no no no.
The only difference is, I’m getting paid.
Well, that’s only half true!
I’m listening to the Bastard Fairies. Their irreverence and playful vulgarity is just what I need as the clock pushes 1am again.
Which reminds me I’ve never documented my slight synesthasia. Since high school, I’ve experienced the hour 10pm as blue, 11pm as yellow, midnight as red and everything after as a kind of polka-dotty mess. I existed in that polka-dotty mess for months! You haven’t lived until you’ve constructed a 10×8 map of Europe out of 8.5×11 inch sheets of paper that…and I’m not making this up…folded down to the size of one sheet like a map — for no reason whatsoever than it made complete sense at 4am when I started it. It involved some complex scotch taping. I should still have that map in a cabinet somewhere.
This is what I feel like now:
