Starting with the obvious
I can’t tell these two images apart.
Raised bed, get it?
Some good yard-cats I have seen.
Boxes I have known.
Is this. . . steampunk?
Travis Kalanick’s recent string of run-ins with reality have put me to thinking, as I occasionally do, about how weird it is that we ignore empathy when evaluating intelligence. While anyone who has been paying attention can tell you that Kalanick’s apologies are insincere, the hurt and confused demeanour isn’t. He’s genuinely at a loss, because he’s getting in trouble for the exact behavior that has caused people to throw money at him. Kalanick may be the (punchable) face of the problem at the moment, but the fact that VCs are clamoring to get in on a company that’s hemorrhaging precisely because of its cavalier attitude towards its employees, the law, and the world at large constitutes a problem on a much larger scale.
We can quibble about lionizing sociopaths having been appropriate in the past, but for people trying to make their money off the opportunities presented by the connected world, not being sympathetic to someone else’s perspective is basically wanting to have your cake and eat it too, which I think is something that everyone can agree is a sign of limited intelligence.
Continuing my complaints about games that are better than 99% of the garbage out there.
Duskers: So, Duskers is super-cool, right? It has a command-line interface, and works from an overhead map. It’s like the motion tracker part of Alien, only you control drones! Sweet, right?
Duskers betrays itself in a really important way. It is completely unsafe to do this without zooming in on an individual drone and operating it manually. The game basically kills the nicest things about it, by demanding fidgety twitching.
During my most recent excursion to Yachats, C and I had planned to do some tinkering on Futility Now. Unfortunately, I forgot my laptop’s power cable, which put us at something of a disadvantage. I did some hacking right on The Gibson (which is to say, the deeply unsanitary WordPress theme editing panes that live right in its control panel,) but the thrill didn’t last for as long as I might have hoped.
I went back to Cloud 9, which I had signed up for early in the year (in fact, I think I did it the last time I was at Ocean Haven), but hadn’t gotten much satisfaction from. In a lot of ways it seems much cooler, but it still doesn’t work in Safari or Chrome on the iPad. This is also true of Ace (the editor used by Cloud 9), so I guess the problem is deeply rooted. It seems like a shame, since Cloud 9 and the iPad seem like an obvious match. I was, however, able to make more complicated changes using C’s work computer which would have been very difficult to set up for useful work, as it’s a high school IT department-maintained Windows machine.
I poked around at some other online IDEs, but a lot of them use Ace. The only one that seems to accommodate the iPad is Eclipse’s Orion, but to really get it to do stuff it seems like they want you to host a copy. I guess in theory I could do something to that effect, but it wasn’t within the scope of my vacation.
This is what a guy who comes home from a beach vacation and talks about online IDEs looks like.
Here is the Cloud-to-Butt Chrome extension.
Here is the greatest commit in the history of version control.
Here is the site of a company called the Rockwell Group. They made big news with this installation from CES 2013. Here is a Github repo of a Twitter filter that they wrote using Temboo, and in particular my Node.js SDK.
So. . . Markov Garden.
As I work on it, I’ve been finding little bits that I like particularly, and putting them here
Sometimes, however, it’s difficult to find something in particular, and you just have to include the entire output of a run.
“I don’t want dozens of people came to your own father, you young Rip? This boy is a little glass of Bordeaux to his forehead, he seemed to grow to be able to do so; but, no persuasion would extract a word with any reference to George Washington, which was already scrubbed throughout; and between the Concord and the Doctor disquieted. “I would not have gone so far as he used his blue cap. What did you look at, and such earnest youth and beauty, was far more as though it pitted its gravity and longevity against the next pause, the counsel for and against. Among the first of the man who hungered, asked: “Is this rustic to be all of a country still containing himself, that Friday night in November, before the shoemaker replied:
“Indeed!” said Defarge, with three flourishes. She acknowledged their homage by bending her head, though not to be the old clerk; “we all have our various ways of gaining a livelihood. Some of the past.”
“Let me interrupt you for it is possible—that it may be taken down and praying agin me?”
“Is it possible!” exclaimed Mr. Lorry. “Yes—I—”
At any rate, I keep thinking “this weekend I’m going to release the books-only version” and then there’s some snag. One of these days it’s going to happen, but probably not in August. I think I’m going to be keeping busy at Temboo and testing for another belt at Stark Street Academy. Maybe if I take a few days off around Thanksgiving. Seems interminable, but I guess that’s the fate of side projects.
So C and I went to the coast a few days ago, and while I did a fair amount of just gazing out at the serene yet mighty Pacific, I also made a concerted effort on Markov Garden. Because I’m that sort of person, it’s easy for me to look at the fact that MG has been in process for something like seven months without it being finished and get a little disheartened, but I’m trying to fight that off. I mean, it’s not as if I haven’t been working during that time.
Speaking of working, I went to OSCON as part of a Temboo brigade and sat at a booth and said things like “the cloud” and “api” a bajillion times. Not surprisingly for nerds, the OSCON badge has a random animal on it. I got a rhinoceros. I like rhinoceroses.
Here is a picture of Christopher Reeve in 1978’s Superman.
Here is an article highlighting some costumes for the upcoming movie. We sure love lumpy superheroes these days. I think that maybe there’s an idea that the smoothness that once characterized the source material (now long cross-pollinated with extraneous widgets) was less authentic. Useless doodads somehow represented something more “utilitarian.” I sort of meandered on from this.
Here is a picture of an Apple ][+ computer. . .
and here it is with its case open.
(Actually, that’s an Apple ][, but whatever.)
Here is a picture of the Macbook Pro that I use for work. . .
and here is a picture of the scoring caused by the Herculean effort of prying the case open enough to upgrade the fucking RAM.
As the things that we use every day become more opaque and inaccessible, we need some sort of traction material on fictional icons so we can feel like we have access to something. Unfortunately, we’re so far from accessible design that we don’t remember what utility looks like.