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To the right of the tank is this fun, educational display that helps kids understand how electric eels hunt. (The little "touch here" hand icon is even small, specially designed for a child's hand.) |
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Judging by the treatment of the words "Speakers and Topics" in the title, I think the designer was trying to make an Apple Wet Reflection effect for each of the guests' bio shots. Unfortunately, they didn't darken or fade the reflections, so the result is that the speakers look like creepy genetic mutations--- there's Mr. No Hands, the Chest Flap, and Boob Tube. Does no one review this stuff? Disturbing. |
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She claimed that the reason I had to go to bed early is that time would change by one hour before the morning, and that we would have to reset our clocks. That was of course ridiculous--- in order for that to be true, everyone in the whole world would have to agree to change their clocks also. Such mass insanity was impossible, and I screamed as much at her. How could she think I would believe such an improbable yarn about the nature of time itself? I'm pretty sure I cried myself to sleep. Of course, now I know that such mass insanity is not just possible, but actual. At the time, though, I was convinced that my mom had just invented daylight savings time to fuck with me. When did you first learn about daylight savings time? |
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I've put up a few pictures of car sightings already, and I'll put up more as I see them. And also, send me your pix if you have some good ones. (If you were curious about whether or not Lotus ships its Elises with the word "LOTUS" spray-painted on the back, the answer is "no".) |
Hey kids! It's time to talk about working on your car. Today's lesson is about tools.
If you're serious about being your own mechanic, then you probably have many tools in your garage, each with their various uses and purposes. But there is a small handful of tools that only come out at certain moments. Dark moments... moments of reckoning... moments most often brought on by one of two situations:
The first of these is The crowbar. You use the crowbar to pry two parts apart when they are really stuck. They might be stuck because your car is a 20 year old rust bucket and everything is seized up like the hinges of a lead refrigerator in a junk yard. OR, there is a bolt holding the two parts together that you don't know about because you didn't read the shop manual. If usage of the crowbar does not result in (a) a solution, or (b) the destruction of the unseen bolt and a subsequent trip to the parts counter, then it's time to move on to the rubber mallet. The mallet is used when you are convinced that steady force is insufficient, and you need to gently tap parts of your car by imparting brief spikes of instantaneous high force. The mallet is giant and hard to get into small spaces, so it sometimes hits your thumb or your face sooner than it hits the part in need of tapping. The mallet also makes a squishy thump that is kind of unsatisfying, so once you are no longer convinced of it's efficacy, it's time to move on to the steel hammer. The hammer solves (or creates) the same problem as the mallet, only more-so. You select the hammer once you see that the part in question needs substantial percussive maintenance in order to be persuaded away from it's rusted (or bolted, you don't know) neighboring parts. Your hands are dirty, so you won't bother to go get the ear plugs you should be using as the steel-on-steel impact ruins your hearing with a series of 140dB pings. Once you have failed to get the part off with the above tools, you finally read the shop manual and realize that there is, in fact, a bolt that you were supposed to remove. Once you locate this bolt you'll see that it is now bent and fucked up, probably as a result of using the hammer. Nevertheless, it must come out, so it's time to bring the most unholy tool in your garage to bear on the bolt, and that is your 250ft-lb impact wrench. This tool is the distilled embodiment of your white-hot rage against your car, and you will (after donning eye protection) loosen (or shear, you don't care which) the bolt off in an ear-splitting CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-WHIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Now you will use your other car, which you wisely left intact, to drive to the auto parts store and replace all of the parts you broke. Enjoy! |
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The cars include a correctly painted replica of my miata crossing a tiny, hand-painted finish line. The other cars are seen here understeering off of the track and crashing into dunes of icing, which is typical for Laguna Seca. There's even a tiny car being towed after crashing into the tiny lake. If you're familiar with the track layout, then you'll recognize the corkscrew near the blue car, which is an actual hill made out of raspberries packed in frosting. Also pictured is my friend Danna's birthday cake. Danna is a marine biologist and a chocolate fiend, so she got a chocolate octopus cake, of course. Thanks you guys! |
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For example, last week our program manager mentioned off-handedly that Secretary Colin Powell might be dropping by my team's office to see a demo of PowerMeter. This is the sort of thing that is usually (a) overstated and (b) likely to get canceled. So it was a little surprising when he actually walked in. Fortunately the product worked fine, and we weren't horribly embarrassed. Hooray!
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I am, of course, referring to email. Since starting my job 26 months ago, I have received email messages about 58,889 separate topics, which is an average of 113 per business day. I suspect this is a light load for a Google employee, because I do not subscribe to any of the high-traffic social lists or mail-bots. But that's still a crapload of mail. At 113 topics per day, I was pretty much living in my inbox, and not getting anything done. I needed help, and I needed GMail to help me. (I should explain that I probably only have this problem because I am a very slow reader; 250wpm typically. If you read quickly, you might not understand what it's like to feel crushed by just a few hundred messages.) There's a ton of discussion about strategies for processing email by productivity gurus, such as Getting Things Done, Inbox Zero, etc. Unfortunately they're not very specific, so allow me to get specific: Attempt to cope #1: Archive Attempt to cope #2: Filters This strategy also filters broad announcements, 80% of which are useless but a few are important ("sign up by tomorrow for the company picnic!" "You are being reorg'd to a new VP!" "We are going to delete all your code unless you respond by friday!") I missed a couple of those and it was pretty embarrassing. Attempt #3: Less filters Attempt #4: Label and archive separately Attempt #5: Search the inbox Attempt #6: Search the inbox more This lets me get in the flow of looking at code, and it avoids the conceptual interruption of having to think about code for 3 minutes, followed by product strategy for 1 minute, followed by miatas for 30 seconds, followed by code again. I'm much faster whipping through 10 CRs in a row. Attempt #7: And search more And this is what I do now. Yes, I get a fuck-ton of email. And yet I'm able to get my inbox down to zero a couple times a week, and I feel productive, effective, and responsive. I'm telling you this because it's taken me over two years to develop these strategies, and I really wish someone had told me when I started using GMail, so that I didn't have to flail uselessly for all this time. So how much mail do you get? |
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For example, I recently got a DVD burner. Since Windows doesn't come with a burning tool, I had to install the software that came with it, "Nero", which appears to have been written by terrorists. "Nero" sure does sound like one product, but once installed it's revealed to be a cornucopia of miserable little programs. A veritable infection of software. None of which, I'll point out, is labelled "BURN A DVD". This kind of program should be taken behind the barn and shot. |