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    Born To Be Wild.

    byronius, 2006/12/31 

    From Cute Overload.  Captioned "Nyerrrrrrrrrrrr-owwwnnn [hovercrafts just breezed past]".

    Left Behind.

    byronius, 2006/12/30 

    I was walking the dogs last night, very late, through neighborhoods still lit by Christmas lights, when I heard a tremendous honking.  Loud enough to make me stop, and search the sky.  Against the half moon, two enormous V's of geese flew overhead, constantly honking, presumably to maintain speed, course, and direction in a group.  A beautiful and strange sight.  They were flying west, towards the coast.

    Five minutes after they had passed over, I heard a single honking.  I looked up to see a lone goose following the far-gone flock.  The sound of his honk was grim.  He was exhausted, panicky, lonely and doomed.  It sounded like crying.  After he had passed over, tears came into my eyes.  I thought about the strange events of life.  The brilliant morning of one's youth — or not.  The dangers of every quiet second of time-flow.  One molecule out of place in a limbic system, or just enough time passing, or one bad choice in the face of predators, or a lifetime of bad choices leading to years in the imprisoned closet of a single white room apartment, alone, mourning, enraged, deteriorating until Death.  Death.  Death of a mouse.  Death of a bird.  Death of a person.

    I have been that goose.

    Snow Report: there was no snow

    Max,  

    email from a friend…

    On Saturday the weather was fine and the sun warm. I tried Ralston peak and came within 300 ft of the top when my time ran out. It is south facing and there was almost no snow. I spent the night in a S. Lake Tahoe motel and set out early for Kirkwood Ski. It looked miserable: only two low lifts were going, there was only man made snow, and the blowers were still at it. So I went back up to the Red Lake parking and set off for the saddle and up the ridge to the West (the opposite direction from our frenzied race from the mosquitoes). On the way up, facing south, there was again no snow, but on the north faces there seemed to be some cover. Dark clouds hung low, the wind was blowing fiercely from the South and soon it was snowing.

    I was wearing my down parka and had goggles. My GPS was on, and a compass and map were in my pack, plus two bottles of water and food. It is a gentle climb and not far. Soon I was on the low peak and turned to come down. I now discovered 1) that my water bottles were frozen; 2) I could not see where I was going; 3) there was a strong tendency to turn away from the wind; and 4) there was a massive reluctance to even look at the GPS, let alone stop to open a pack to get out the compass and read a map. So I drifted North of my track up and was now on a different spur going down. No matter, I thought, as I realized what I was doing; the spur was not steep and leads down into the valley and main trail. But the slope faced North and, though indeed not steep, it was covered not by snow, but by blue ice. I had no crampons, and I discovered that despite my two sticks, I could not safely make it. I fell several times and slid down to the next patch of open earth. Lower down there were no such patches. So now I just had to dig out the map and compass to figure out exactly where I was. Then, there being no alternative, I had to claw my way back up to my original route in the face of the blizzard.

    My Rules…I need My Rules…

    byronius,  

    Where'd they go?  I was in the middle of a great comment, and you MURDERED IT!  YOU BASTARD!  AHHHH!!!!

    How Much Should Be Shown of a Hanging?

    raison detre,  

    The New York Times
    December 30, 2006
    Dictator Who Ruled Iraq With Violence Is Hanged for Crimes Against Humanity
    By MARC SANTORA, JAMES GLANZ and SABRINA TAVERNISE

    BAGHDAD, Saturday, Dec. 30 — Saddam Hussein, the dictator who led Iraq through three decades of brutality, war and bombast before American forces chased him from his capital city and captured him in a filthy pit near his hometown, was hanged just before dawn Saturday during the morning call to prayer.

    read more…

    Want to see something really scary?

    byronius, 2006/12/29 

    From a handout photo provided by the University of Ottawa showing a time series of MODIS satellite images illustrating the breakup of the Ayles Ice Shelf taken on Aug. 13, 2005, gathered between 17:25 to 00:00 GMT. (AP PHOTO/University of Ottawa, NASA, HO)

    DU member Crunchy Frog made an animation from the photo.  Hit reload to run again.

    This handout photo provided by NASA shows a Modis (Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer) Image showing the Ayles Ice Shelf collapse, center, in the early afternoon of Aug. 13, 2005. Within days of breaking free, the Ayles Ice Shelf drifted about 30 miles offshore before freezing into the sea ice. (AP PHOTO/NASA, HO)

    F.

    byronius,  

    The Art Of Sky Harbor.

    byronius,  

    Wading against the New Tide of Nerds posting exciting bits of C++, I offer four pieces of electronica from musician, artist, and programmer Sky Harbor.  This man, forever immortalized by the soul-stirring lead guitar lick he played on Bound To You, written by Max and Some Other Schmuck for the Jupiter Sheep, is also a visually creative force as well.  And a Nice Fellow.

    He is also The Extreme Nipponophile.

    Aloha 1

    Aloha 2

    Aloha 3

    Aloha 4

    for byronius

    raison detre, 2006/12/27 

    is the girl there?

     she drive a uhaul.

    i gots a thang for her.

    but i can't remember her name. 

    yes, yes. i was in sacramento for the first time to see a Jane's show.  4am the phone begins to ring over and over and over again with a voice repeating these four lines.  later, as the sun began to rise, there was a knock on the door, which i didn't answer.  

    IE 7 is a frikkin’ nightmare

    Max,  

    So says a diarist at DailyKos. A link to the CNet review is included.


    The good: IE 7 includes built-in tabbed browsing; antiphishing technology; an RSS reader; and a redesigned Favorites Center.

    The bad: IE 7 is limited to Windows XP SP2 users only; installation requires reboot; reuses old IE 6 code and doesn't yet comply with current Web standards; doesn't match all the features found in Firefox or Opera; carries a Microsoft legacy of not patching its IE flaws quickly enough.

    The bottom line: IE 7 was Microsoft's one chance to leapfrog ahead of the competition, but the company has only barely caught sight of the current front-runners. For more features and greater security, switch to Mozilla Firefox.

    Pretty brutal. 

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