Going off on a purely hypothetical and somewhat morbid tangent…
Some people protest the behavior of public entities by protesting: for example, picketing and handing out flyers on the sidewalk in front of Urban Outfitters. Sometimes, though, I wonder about more subtle ways to damage an organization. Most people don’t realize it, but scents are extremely powerful. I’m not just talking about putrescine: Butyl isocyanide, for example, is a shockingly effective deterrent at low concentrations, and defies all attempts at containment:
Butyl isocyanide proved to be so disagreeable to manipulate that none of its physical constants except boiling point were determined. Even when a hood with an extra forced draft was used, the odor pervaded the laboratory and adjoining rooms, deadening the sense of smell and producing in the operator, and in others, severe headaches and nausea which usually persisted for several days.
My bike has been parked next to this 750cc black Ninja for a few weeks now. I think they’re moto friends.
Man, his Triple looks like an absolute blast. Maybe someday I’ll get one of those.
So Justin took my bike out for a spin with some friends from out of town—and while locked up out in the Marina, it was stolen!
I’m sad to see you go, little grey hybrid.
I bought that bike seven years ago with my first paycheck from Kryptiq. Saved up $400 cash and bought myself a brand new Trek 7200 FX. We rode through thick and thin, all over the city. It got me to school, to work on Fridays, to friends’ houses and through the rain to Aikido out in east Portland. It braved flooding, 80 MPH winds, power outages, nails through the tires, and kept on going. We ran Zoobomb, trails through the west hills, construction sites, and freeways. Mostly, though, it got me places without a car.
Hi Mom! I know you want to know what I’m up to down here in CA. This basically sums it up!
What a great weekend! Started off at Civic Center on Saturday.
This guy pretty much sums up the weirdness of it all.
Duretti and her nonexistent website shut me down at lunch:
Duretti Hirpa: no one should take your sartorial advice
Duretti Hirpa: gays thought you were a straighty
Duretti Hirpa: THIS WEEKEND
Duretti Hirpa: at PRIDE
On frontend vs backend engineering:
I’ve been wary of Facebook’s privacy settings for a long time. I set mine to the most restrictive possible back when they announced Beacon. Since then they’ve released new features on a regular basis, each of which seems to share information about me without my knowledge or permission. You know what, Facebook? Fuck that.
I even disabled the most recent feature–“instant personalization”, which allowed third party websites to read my information on page load. Yet my friends can still, according to FB, share my info with any third party. Name, picture, gender, city, friend list, pages, and more. I have to explicitly block each and every app that wants my data. I don’t even know how many there are! That “recommend” button? Gives the app access to your data and permission to publish to your feed indefinitely.
Even with instant personalization disabled, CNN.com shows my friends and their profile images on the main page, merged with what CNN stories they liked recently. That’s too much for me.