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| Wednesday, May 22, 2002 |
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Arg, cont'd 
I just went outside to hop in the car and get my clothes to the cleaners just in time to get them back before I leave on my next trip. Turned the key and the starter went rrr. That was it. The battery was (and still is) dead. Of course, the car is parked where running jumper cables from some other car to the battery will be a bitch. So I said fuggit and came inside to pound through the 172 emails that had backed up since yesterday. Among those I found sundry references to Connectivity 2002, a conference I had never heard of before a few weeks ago but which still managed to gather too many of the right people at the wrong end of the country while I otherwise occupied. So I thought I might as well bitch about that, too.
David Weinberger blogged the shit out of C2K2. Halley too. Nice work. Or play. Or something.
By the way, I found it even more of a pisser that David Burstein, whom I met at Vortex (the co-scheduled Left Coast conference I went to instead of C2K2), managed to get some face time in at both conferences. He must have made, like, one of those moves in The Matrix.
Whew
Well, I managed to get a view of most of my directory, and move quite a few files over to the new TiBook. No lost mail, apparently. That's good. Some files I had been working on seem to be gone, but not all of them, and that's good too.
| | Thanks to all who got through for their help.
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Anybody want to guess what movie that's from?
Nice to know you can look for an old movie quote at Stinking Badges (thanks to the thankless Andrew Sullivan for the link), but you won't find "adamantine." That's my test, and it fails.
Andnews
Andrew Sullivan self-explains:
| | ...can I say a word about the notion of a "blogging community" to which we allegedly owe obligations, deference and respect? Phooey. The reason I'm a blogger is because I'm a pesky individualist who simply wants to write what I think and have a great interaction with readers in real time. Every time I hear the word "community," my bullshit detector goes off. And when I hear about "obligations to the community" blah blah blah, I wanna retch. I have nothing but respect for my fellow bloggers. I read them; I've encouraged others to blog; I link whenever I find something I find interesting; I believe in the genre; I've lost lucrative jobs for the medium. But please don't start creating some sort of community of bloggers, and calling us on our dues. This is the Wild Web, buddy, not a condo association. Don't tread on me.
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I'd offer a permalink, but that's not possible yet. However, progress:
| | As for the permalinks, I'm such a loser I didn't even know what these were. Thanks to Eric and others, I do now. I'll add them ASAP.
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Bad News Bared
I've had a bad disk crash on the box where I live: a Titanium laptop running OS X. When I run fsck at startup under command mode it tells me "keys are out of order," and stalls right there. When I start up with a utilities (9.2) disk, it won't mount the drive, although Disk First Aid offers to fix it. Then it tells me the keys are out of order, and provides names for them ("4" and something with four digits). When I start from a Norton Utilities CD (9.1) it mounts the drive and makes slightly more progress with each repair session, but it's a slow process. I've been at it for going on 5 hours now. I'd like to copy files over to the backup drive (a firewire portable), but all the files that mater are locked in the "user" directory. Those are only visible with OS X.
Also, the Net's been off and on, and the phone is kinda fucked too.
It's that kind of day.
[Later..] Still bad. Maybe getting worse. Arg.
Pressing Freedom
The politics of Linux, free software and open source have shifted from intra-commuity issues to larger concers. Here's Ruben Safir in Door-to-Door DMCA Reform:
| | ...members of New York's Free Software community broke off from the technology-focused groups that have surrounded the GNU/Linux mania of the last few years and began to focus more on the pressing issues of fair use that the Free Software movement depends upon.
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Specifically, they made 942 door-to-door visits, among other things.
Scallops, squab, crab, clams, shrimp, beans, corn chowder...
We stopped on the way home to have dinner with friends in Monterey Park, the Los Angeles "Sino-suburb" with some of he best Chinese food outside of China. I wish I could remember the name of the restaurant we went to, but I wasn't paying attention. All I remember is the location: on the North side of Garvey, just west of New. Cantonese. Huge photographic murals of Hong Kong on the walls. Proprietor's name is Dominic, or something like that. Anyway, highly recommended. Had a great time. Now I gotta hit the sack.
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