You can’t possibly get a good technology going without an enormous number of failures. It’s a universal rule. If you look at bicycles, there were thousands of weird models built and tried before they found the one that really worked. You could never design a bicycle theoretically. Even now, after we’ve been building them for 100 years, it’s very difficult to understand just why a bicycle works - it’s even difficult to formulate it as a mathematical problem. But just by trial and error, we found out how to do it, and the error was essential.

—Freeman Dyson

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Aurochs

Aurochs fighting Wolves, from The Wonderful Paleo Art Of Heinrich Harder

There was a cheap Malaysian comm that he’d once bought because of its hyped up de-hibernate feature – its ability to go from its deepest power-saving sleepmode to full waking glory without the customary thirty seconds of drive-churning housekeeping as it reestablished its network connection, verified its file system and memory, and pinged its buddy-list for state and presence info. This Malaysian comm, the Crackler, had the uncanny ability to go into suspended animation indefinitely, and yet throw your workspace back on its display in a hot instant. When Art actually laid hands on it, after it meandered its way across the world by slow boat, corrupt GMT+8 Posts and Telegraphs authorities, over-engineered courier services and Revenue Canada’s Customs agents, he was enchanted by this feature. He could put the device into deep sleep, close it up, and pop its cover open and poof! there were his windows. It took him three days and an interesting crash to notice that even though he was seeing his workspace, he wasn’t able to interact with it for thirty seconds. The auspicious crash revealed the presence of a screenshot of his pre-hibernation workspace on the drive, and he realized that the machine was tricking him, displaying the screenshot – the illusion of wakefulness – when he woke it up, relying on the illusion to endure while it performed its housekeeping tasks in the background. A little stopwatch work proved that this chicanery actually added three seconds to the overall wake-time, and taught him his first important user-experience lesson: perception of functionality trumps the actual function.

–Eastern Standard Tribes, Cory Doctorow

Apps on the iPhone can ship a ‘default.png’ in their bundle. When you start the app, it’ll first show this image, then load the rest of the app. The idea is, you can ship a picture of the start state of your app, and it’ll appear to have started very quickly. This is why some apps are unresponsive just after they start — they’re not actually started, you’re just looking at a picture. Other apps misuse this feature to display a splash screen. Urgh, splash screens.

–Tom Insam on the iPhone, via Daring Fireball

I saw them the first night they played in NYC and this is all completely accurate. (It was a great show.)


you mean there was an obese shrooming makeout/crying duo at your show too?


no, you only get that combo if you’re living in san francisco.


what about you ry? Ride fall through again?


The Dino Jr./MBV was on a school night in ‘91, so I couldn’t go… Show was in Atlanta.

I felt it was better to leave the live experience unrequited. Though it sounds like these shows went way better than I would have predicted.


When Larry Levine helped prepare divorce papers for a client a few years ago, he got paid in mackerel. Once the case ended, he says, “I had a stack of macks.” Mr. Levine and his client were prisoners in California’s Lompoc Federal Correctional Complex. Like other federal inmates around the country, they found a can of mackerel – the “mack” in prison lingo – was the standard currency.
(via wsj)

my favorite graf:

There are other threats to the mackerel economy, says Mr. Linder, of Power Commissary. “There are shortages world-wide, in terms of the catch,” he says. Combined with the weak dollar, that’s led to a surging mack. Now, he says, a pouch of mackerel sells for more than $1 in most commissaries.


Cedric-sacilotto

Lunfardo is frequently found in the lyrics of tangos, supplying nuances and double-entendres with overtones of sex, drugs, and the criminal underworld. Lunfardo is, for all practical purposes, unintelligible to an average Spanish-speaking person from any other country.

—wikipedia

A dagger rests in a drawer.

It was forged in Toledo at the end of the last century. Luis Melian Lafinur gave it to my father, who brought it from Uruguay. Evaristo Carriego once held it in his hand.

Whoever lays eyes on it has to pick up the dagger and toy with it, as if he had always been looking out for it. The hand is quick to grab the waiting hilt, and the powerful obeying blade slides in and out of the sheath with a click. This is not what the dagger wants.

It is more than a structure of metal: men conceived it and shaped it with a single end in mind. The dagger that last night knifed a man in Tacuarembo and the daggers that rained on Caesar are in some eternal way the same dagger. The dagger wants to kill, it wants to shed sudden blood.

In a drawer of my writing table, among draft pages and old letters, the dagger dreams over and over its simple tiger’s dream. On wielding it the hand comes alive because the metal comes alive, sensing itself, each time handled, in touch with the killer for whom it was forged.

At times I am sorry for it. Such power and singlemindedness, so impassive or innocent its pride, and the years slip by, unheeding.

— “The Dagger” by Jorge Luis Borges


What was that thing about the book of poetry and the stiletto?


that’s the post about the sevillana. if you follow the link in that post there is a picture of the switchblade and the book of poems.


In 1967 my very Argentine but very communist aunt, Sara Lopes Colodrero de Irureta Goyena gave me three parting gifts when I left Buenos Aires. I shoved off in an ELMA (Empresa Lineas Maritimas Argentinas) Victory Ship called the Rio Aguapey. She told me that on board a long voyage stopping at many Brazilian ports anything could happen. “You will need this sevillana (switchblade)and so that it will open swiftly I am giving you this little bottle of whale oil. Whale oil is the best. And finally you will have plenty of time to read. I am giving you my copy of Cuban poet Nicolás Guillén’s (1902-1989) Sóngoro Cosongo.” I lost touch with Tia Sarita and the whale oil is long gone. But I still have the sevillana and I often read Tú no sabe inglé which is one of my favourite poems.

Hippopotamus
‘From the Greek ἱπποπόταμος (hippopotamos, ιππος hippos meaning “horse” and πόταμος potamus meaning “river”).’
Walrus
‘The most likely origin of the word is the Old Norse hrossvalr, meaning “horse-whale”, which was passed in a juxtaposed form to Dutch and the North-German dialects of the Hanseatic League as walros and Walross.’
(via Wikipedia in both cases)

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Bill Hemmer bravely challenges Fox’s Rose-Colored Glass Ceiling

Also what is with Fox’s jihad against foreheads? Is Fox taking anti-intellectualism down all the way to “chop off the forebrain if you want to work here, lippers.”


Rickrubin

Rick Rubin in the Wall Street Journal

I know you’ve heard it’s over now and war must surely come,

The cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone.

But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk,

All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?

–Leonard Cohen, Stories of the Street

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Official song of the day

(via Ry)

Doha

Haagen-Dasz’ commemorative ice cream special, celebrating the Beirut Truce (available only in Beirut)

(via Monocle)

Optimus

Optimus Prime rushes to save people of Texas.

(via nyt)

Nyc-pop

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nooo!


Kronkel

An incredible photo of the Large Helical Device in Japan built to test plasma fusion confinement. Translation: This is the beginning of what you need to have your own little star right here on planet earth… Without actually making our little blue marble into a star.Long Now Blog

(via make via jwz)

Pomato

Crops-kansas

An NASA ASTER satellite image of crops in Kansas watered from the Ogallala aquifer. The circle motif is due to the use of center pivot irrigation.

(via wikipedia)