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Monday, May 31, 2004
Muvo2: The Quickening  As has been noted on Gizmodo and elsewhere, a bizarre little economy has sprung up around the 4GB Muvo2 mp3 player, which can be bought brand-new for about $200. It contains a 4GB Hitachi Compact Flash MicroDrive, which retails for $400 and up. (The same drive is used in the $250 iPod Mini.) As a result, many people are buying the 4GB Muvo2's in order to remove the Compact Flash drives for use in their digital cameras and such.
This leaves a lot of empty Muvo2 mp3 player shells floating around. If you put a new Compact Flash card in them, they're rather nice high-end mp3 players. They're small, they can play WMA (Windows Media) files (the iPod can't), the battery is easily replaceable (another iPod sore point), and they can even be used as USB 2.0 flash drives. And as Compact Flash cards continue to become cheaper, you can upgrade the player to greater storage. The shells sell for $30 to $50 on eBay, plus another $10-$15 for shipping. You can spend anywhere from $20 to $70 on 128MB and 256MB Compact Flash cards, depending on how hard you look. (EBay and eCost are good places to find these cheap.) Of course, you could go all the way up to 1GB and 2GB cards if you want. Not all Compact Flash cards will work with the Muvo2; here's a compatibility list. Mine worked fine with a 128 MB SanDisk card. I found the installation procedure easy and straightforward, but I'm used to upgrading my own RAM and tinkering around inside computers. If you're not the kind of person who already owns a tiny screwdriver, you may want to think twice. Eyeglass screwdrivers do not count. It's also worth mentioning that if you shop around, you can buy a 128 MB flash mp3 player for under $100, or a 256 MB player for around $140, and you'd have a warranty, which has already been voided all to hell by the time you get your Muvo shell. I spent about $75 total for the shell and Compact Flash card; of that, about $21 was shipping fees. This is a much better deal if you already have spare CF cards lying around. On the other hand, it's an excuse to dissect and reassemble consumer electronics, and who doesn't love that? If you decide to do this, here are a few tips:
Before the drive will work with the new Compact Flash card, you'll need to upgrade the firmware and format the card. If you don't have a Windows PC, you won't be able to upgrade the firmware yourself. Some players are sold on eBay with the firmware already upgraded, however, in which case you can just skip down to the formatting step. Here's what you do (adapted from the instructions I was given):
Sunday, May 30, 2004
Happy birthday to us  Today is Inner Bitch's first Blogaversary. Yay us!
According to Blogger, Vanessa and I collectively posted 361 entries over the past year, not including this one, which averages out to very very nearly one per day. The first entry, of course, was a manatee post. It's good to have a blogging partner. You know at least one other person is reading the blog. The other person can take up the slack when you're out of town or crushed by deadlines. (Of course, this doesn't work when you're both crushed by deadlines.) And you have someone with whom you can obsess about traffic stats and argue about the blogroll without feeling too pathetic. My weirdest blog-related moment of the past year was the day I went to the dentist, and the dentist commented that he'd run across my blog. He said I sound much tougher online than I do in person. I told him I sound tougher around anyone who isn't poking my gums with sharp implements. So: Thank you all for reading, thanks for commenting, and remember to never, ever say anything mean about your dentist online. Friday, May 28, 2004
Athletic Report  My friends Julia and Karen Rose are Dog People. I don't mean that in the Coyote Ugly sense; they take their dogs to obedience and agility contests and run them around obstacle courses and win ribbons. They even have a practice course, to which friends are invited to bring their dogs for periodic Doggie Fun Days during the summer. I finally made it out there with my dog Miles yesterday, under strict orders to take pictures and report back.
You've probably seen agility courses in dog food commercials or elsewhere on TV. It's like the world's shortest gymkhana. There are jumps, a see-saw to run over, a tunnel, weave poles (the dog has to weave back and forth through these), and a tire for the dog to jump through. (Sadly, the hoop was not on fire, which would have both looked really cool and provided an excuse for barbeque.) Watching the others' well-trained shelties float around the course was lovely. (Watching a well-trained Jack Russell terrier bounce around the course was just hilariously cute.)  Miles had a ball. Under Karen Rose's guidance, he hopped over the jumps (which were lowered to accommodate his teeny tiny Corgi legs) ran through the tunnel, and jumped through the tire several times. He ran around and played with other dogs and peed on all kinds of exciting new bushes. He also barked and whined when the other dogs ran the course, or chased a ball without him, or got more attention than him. It was like being the mother of the most obnoxious kid in kindergarten -- which, as my mother would be lightning-fast to point out, is only fair. I'm going to work on his manners.
Anyway, if you'd like to experience the full action-packed multimedia excitement of a short dog jumping over a shorter hurdle, here's an mpeg (240k) of Julia coaxing Miles over a jump. Thrilling! Crayon time  So when I was looking for information about knapweed and bachelor's buttons after my mystery plant was identified, one useful item I ran across was the Knapweed entry in the Noxious Weed Coloring Book.
This coloring book is intended to teach people (presumably kids) how to recognize particularly harmful plants in Washington State. Other featured weeds include "Dalmation Toadflax", "Sulfur Cinquefoil", "Parrotfeather", "Tansy Ragwort" -- I've never heard of these, but they sound like fairy rejects from A Midsummer Night's Dream. There is, of course, lots of other coloring fun to be had on the web. There's the Law and Order coloring book ("A body is found! The victim is adult, male, and black."), the George W. Bush Coloring Book, and if you're feeling especially wild and crazy, the Illinois State Senate Coloring and Activity Book (available in handy PDF -- very considerate). But that's not as much fun as activity books that teach us what to avoid. We could have the Noxious TV Personality Coloring Book, the Online Fraud Activity Book, and the Corporate Media Monopoly board game. Wednesday, May 26, 2004
They break my heart  This is an in-between time in the garden - the bulbs are mostly finished, the annuals are teeny-tiny, mostly it's just some random perennials blooming (the clematis, columbines and lupines were fab here this year) and the roses, of course. But at my house, this is that most joyous of times - Ugly Iris Time. We got these irises as part of a package right after we got the house and they are the only survivors. We weren't sure they were supposed to look like that for the longest time, and we weren't sure we should keep them either, but now they're a part of the house. They do break my heart with their ugliness - I mean, what other flower is so brown? - and so I can never see pulling them up intentionally. They are slowly multiplying though, in case you live near me and want some.
Tips for Ward at Microsoft  The C2 Wiki is a Wikipedia (actually, it's the original Wikipedia, a collaborative reference guide) that contains lots of valuable, easily digestible information about Software Patterns and general OOP practices. I browse through it at random when I'm bored or stuck or, occasionally, legitimately need to look up a pattern.
There's some odd stuff buried in there. One of the more interesting pages is the "Tips for Ward at Microsoft", started by Wiki inventor Ward Cunningham when he joined Microsoft several months ago. The comments and advice, much of it from current or former Microsoft employees and contractors, give a view of Microsoft's geek culture that's more varied and in-depth than the usual MS-bashing and corporate weaselspin. Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Return of the King Day!  Today is the release date for the theatrical version of Return of the King. This is a dilemma for me - buy this version and see it NOW! or wait the long, long months until the Extended Edition release at Christmas time. Oh how I suffer under the weight of this decision. They say that today's release has sad extras - of course the good stuff is saved for the EE version, which should convince me to wait, but I fear a trip to the Best Buy is coming anyway.
Monday, May 24, 2004
Dogs in Elk  "Dogs in Elk" made the blog rounds a month or two ago; I saw it on Kate Nepveu's list of things to be cheerful about, among other places. I promised to send the URL to a few people over the weekend, so I might as well post it here as well.
Um, don't read it while eating red meat. Saturday, May 22, 2004
Fun with sharp things I have an insane amount of code to write (and fix) over the weekend. So what did I do this afternoon? Scrimshaw! The beginner kit I blogged about a few weeks ago has been sitting neglected while I've been buried in deadlines, but I've been playing with the plastic practice piece over the past few days. Today, I finally maimed one of the ivory piano keys. Here's my very first ivory scrimshaw: 
A few lessons learned over the past few days:
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Save the carbs!  The Amateur Gourmet has had enough of this low carb diet stuff, and has decided to do something about it. She declared tomorrow, May 20, to be National Carb Awareness Day. Tomorrow I will eat something delicious and carb-y and you should too. As the Amateur Gourmet says:So, in conclusion, don't do it for your country. Don't do it for your God, or your mother, or your accountant. Do it for the organ that matters most. No, not that one. Do it for your stomach. Only you can save the carbs, America. Won't you?I could not live without pasta, bread and potatoes, and I don't know how anybody else can either, so I'm fully behind this movement. I only wish I had seen the I Love Carbs store before, so I could wear one of their shirts tomorrow and declare my support more gratuitously. Tuesday, May 18, 2004
It's almost over  Tomorrow night is the end of my show - Angel. I've felt like this season was the weakest they did (I couldn't disagree more with this review and others that have liked this season best), but it's still going to be sad to live without Wesley and Gunn and even Angel (I told you I always liked the sidekicks better). The coverage of the end hasn't been as full as that for the end of Buffy, but Angel always was the stealth show. Whedonesque has the full list, but I'll point out that Zap2it has a nice piece celebrating all the seasons, with a top ten list of episodes (some I even agree with).  Joss Whedon has given a few interviews like this one, and though I don't think his increased interest in this season has helped the story (Eve was totally his invention, along with that awful Freddy-Sue death scene), he does say this amusing and extraordinarily bitter thing about the current state of TV:Ultimately the (vampire) shows were cult shows; we didn't make Friends, so nobody is going to use us as a financial model. And the financial models are what changed television. If I had created reality television I would have had a much greater influence, but then I would have had to KILL MYSELF. And in further bad news, ABC has apparently decided that Alias won't come on till mid-season next season. No Angel and no SpyDaddy! I'm going to have to leave the house or something. Clearly unacceptable. About a boy  The Princeton Library has uncovered a diary that describes the last year and a half of Albert Einstein's life. The diary was kept by Johanna Fantova, one of Einstein's closest friends; the manuscript was discovered in her employment file earlier this year. She describes Einstein's day-to-day life, including his illustrious visitors, reactions to current events, hobbies, intellectual pursuits, and attempts to cope with his fan mail.
"He expressed himself very decisively about many developments in world politics, felt partially responsible for the creation of the atom bomb, and this responsibility oppressed him greatly," she wrote.Fantova kept her diary in German; English summaries for each day have been written by Alice Calaprice. (Calaprice also edited The Quotable Einstein, which has a foreword by Freeman Dyson -- if only it had been blurbed by Richard Feynman, she'd have achieved a Princeton physics god hat trick.) Here's an excerpt from 1953: Oct. 15. Received a nonsensical manuscript for evaluation. Einstein says that he just seems to attract every lunatic on earth, but tries to respond to them in some way because he feels sorry for them. A woman also wrote, asking for seven autographs to leave to her children because she has nothing else to leave them -- he will send them to her even though he doesn't believe her story.Even Einstein had to wade through slush manuscripts, it seems. Sunday, May 16, 2004
At least they haven't re-themed the funnel cakes  I went to Kennywood today for my spouse's employer's picnic day, and it was the joy that it always is. I hadn't been in a while, so this was my first time on the Phantom's Revenge, which was fun and fast and better than the Steel Phantom. And of course the Thunderbolt was all that and the chips, as per usual. The cheese fries were tasty (we skipped the nasty gravy fries) and the funnel cake hot and sugary. The only sour note in the whole experience was the travesty that was done to the Old Mill. Somebody somewhere thought it was a good idea to re-theme the Old Mill into Garfield's Nightmare and that person needs to be fired right now. No really, right this minute; it cannot wait. The Old Mill was a slow, dark little gondola ride with cheesy "frights" and when you were a teenager you rode it to make out. Now it's still slow and in the dark, but it features these horrifically bright and garish pictures of Garfield and food (including product-placed Pepsi and chips of some manufacturer that I can't remember) and Garfield saying things that make no sense. They give you 3D glasses but the ride is infinitely better without them - which is saying something because it sucks a whole lot even then. Every bit of cheesy, old-fashioned fun has been ripped from the ride and I can't conceive of who would enjoy it or why. I can't even imagine it inspiring the most hormonal of teenagers.
I'm not really a nostalgic girl for the most part, but Kennywood is special in its old-timey charm and those who run it should make sure they are being faithful stewards of that charm. Garfield's Nightmare shows them failing. Deep purple something  Does anybody know what the heck these are? They've mysteriously appeared in my backyard, on the edge of the ever-growing iris patch. The Botany Sister is off presenting a paper at an orchid conference, so she's not available for comment. Click on the thumbnails for larger pictures.
 One of the previous owners of my house was a passionate gardener, but later owners let her landscaping run wild, so I'm still discovering strange new plants back there that were hidden or overgrown by their neighbors.Friday, May 14, 2004
Land rush  This is just insane.
Lots of people, myself included, signed up for Gmail accounts when the beta was thrown open to Blogger users. Recently, each Gmail user was given the ability to invite two new users to join the beta. Now I'm reading, via One Ping Only, that those invitations are being bought on eBay for anywhere from $5 to $262. Some people are also selling usernames they've already registered. (Appropriately enough, the auction for "sucker@gmail.com" is nearly over as I type this. Somebody's got a sense of humor. Bidding is up to $41.00.) The A9Watch blogger says he was the first to do this. Everybody wants to get in early and get their preferred username. But for the money some of these people are spending, they could just buy and host their own vanity domain, and forward any number of customized email addresses to less desirable Gmail usernames. Of course, the real money is going to go to the guy who owns "gmial.com". I still miss the Hippy Dippy Weatherman  Via Cool Tools, "Jupiter" is a free weather-by-phone service that uses speech recognition to respond to conversational English questions. It provides computerized weather forecasts for more than 500 cities worldwide; 350 of those are in the US.While Jupiter is currently an experiment in practical speech recognition at MIT, and your call is helping to teach it, its toll-free number is actually quite handy to have stored in your cell phone. While on the road you may need to know: What's the weather in Chicago? How about Shanghai on Saturday? Can you convert that to Fahrenheit? Will it rain tomorrow in London? The bot is smart, quick, and usually right. Even with the web in front of you, it is often easier to speak than to surf.The number is 1-888-573-talk (1-888-573-8255). Phone calls are recorded. According to the PhoNETic phone-number-to-words translator (blogged here way back when), this phone number also translates to: 1-888-5-petal-5 1-888-5-pet-all 1-888-jr-duck-5 1-888-jr-fuck-5 I can tell I'm getting old, because I find the "jr-duck-5" number the most amusing. Thursday, May 13, 2004
E-I-E-I-O  I've been out of the farming loop (having left the podunk place I was born and moved to the city long ago), but now I'm back in touch with the land. Okay, not really, but I found this fabulous program where you support a local farm and get your vegetables and fruit from them and I signed my household up right away. The USDA calls it Community Supported Agriculture and the idea is that you buy a "share" in a local farm and they deliver produce to you (usually it's some central location, not every individual house). They win because they have a ready set of buyers; you win because you get fresh vegetables conveniently. Some farms even want you (or allow you) to come help with the farming, but that would be too much like real work to me. The downsides seem to be that you don't get a ton of choice with some farms and for people who aren't used to eating what's in season, that's an adjustment; and some people end up with a lot more vegetables than they're used to eating. Of course it's probably still less than you should eat, but that's beside the point.
Anyway, the USDA has a searchable database (even farmers are high tech these days) of participating farms. I noticed that prices vary wildly across the country, so this may not be a good deal for everyone, but it would still make you feel good about supporting a local farmer and maybe that's worth an extra dollar. Monday, May 10, 2004
Comic book love  I've never really been a comic book girl, and I'm not quite sure why - I love genre TV/movies, I'm a geek. You'd think I'd be all over that. Christina has occasionally loaned me this or that, but it never really stuck. Recently, she loaned me her copies of 1602 - knowing as she does of my Neil Gaiman affection (based on American Gods, by the way, not Sandman). I liked the series very much, though of course I probably didn't get all the jokes since I haven't read too many of the referenced Marvel comics. Regardless, it finally showed me that this medium could hold my interest. You'd think that would lead me to Marvel, but I read something somewhere (this is very helpful in a blog, I know) about the joy of Gotham Central and so I decided to give it a try.
And now I know the love of a comic. Gotham Central is about the men and women who work for the Gotham City Police Department. It's in many ways a straight police procedural book, but with the addition of Two-Face and Mr. Freeze and all the supernatural stuff that comes from living in the Bat-verse. Probably the most compelling hook to this series is the resentment of these people toward Batman - their desire to stop having this batty freak swoop in to save people when they're trying to get things done through good police work. Fabulous idea - I have always liked the sidekicks better than the protagonist anyway. Batman himself only shows up occasionally, though his presence is always felt. People who know comics more than me said that it's wonderfully drawn. I found an interview with Michael Lark (watch me find something to link to in order to justify this entry), who does the drawing and has been nominated for awards for the work. Unfortunately, he seems to be implying in the comments under the interview that sales are not great. The first trade paperback just came out though, so buy it and feel the love. Sunday, May 09, 2004
Tupperware lovers alert!  Christina's friend Carol sent me a link to the PBS page about American Experience's Tupperware! a history of the company and its place in America's history. I saw this a few months ago and probably should have blogged about it (having blogged Tupperware history previously), but I am lameness itself. The film had fun moments, showing the early parties (in black & white), and recounting how selling Tupperware gave so many women a sense of career fulfillment. There was something very sweet and nostalgic about the film that made me happy, but my lasting impression of the film was one of righteous indignation over the treatment of Bonnie Wise by Earl Tupper. I hadn't known that Tupper had resented so much that Bonnie Wise had become the real reason that Tupperware had succeeded. I guess it's not surprising that he fired her for no other reason than he was envious of the attention she received - especially given the time all this occurred - but it's angry-making none the less. She deserved better treatment.
The film is well worth watching even if you don't share my own biases though, so catch it if you can during this run in May. Friday, May 07, 2004
Cry havoc  Via Kevin Maroney, an open letter in McSweeney's to "William Kristol, Richard Perle, and President Bush's Other Neoconservative Puppetmasters":Dear Bill, Dick, et al:Oops. Thursday, May 06, 2004
Honestly, who names an innocent creature "Snorty?"  The Columbus Zoo has just acquired two new manatees to join the five manatees they already have. I am searingly jealous. Columbus now has seven manatees, and the Pittsburgh Zoo has none. Seven is more than none. Where's my manatee, dammit?
In fact, the Columbus Zoo has an entire manatee facility called the "Manatee Coast". I think a road trip is called for. Who's in? The new Columbus manatees are named Snorty and Turtle; Turtle was rescued a year ago after his mother died, and Snorty is recuperating from cold stress and a really stupid name. After they've recovered, they'll be returned to the wild, presumably in Florida, not Ohio. Florida may not be such a great place for manatees by the time they get back, however. The anti-manatee bill I complained about a few weeks back has passed both houses of the state legislature, and is now waiting for Jeb Bush's signature. The Palm Beach Post has an excellent editorial on why Jeb should veto it, but I think it's a lost cause. Tuesday, May 04, 2004
It's better to burn out than to fade away From cnn.com, a story about the series finale of The Drew Carey Show. The article reveals what I was completely unaware of - namely that they are still producing this show and will burn off the last season during the summer. I hadn't seen the show on the air for at least a year and so I had assumed it had just quietly gone away, but apparently it hasn't quietly gone away yet. This was a funny show, back in the day, though like most sitcoms it got tired and not as funny as time went on. Regardless, it probably deserved a better send-off from ABC - either a real series finale or an easy and painless death. On the scale of 1 to Seinfeld, it was probably approximately as funny as Frasier (though the musicals on Drew Carey give it the overall edge) which is getting a nice-but-not-as-annoying-as-the-Friends-finale finale. Of course I can see NBC doing the same thing to Scrubs in a few years, so I shouldn't give them too much credit for being nice to not-nearly-as-good Frasier. The fact that ABC earned themselves some extra bitterness from me for never really giving Miracles a chance is entirely beside the point. Bugsuck  It's finally spring in Pittsburgh, which means the weather has been see-sawing between warm and cold and wet and dry. This, in turn, means that all the newly-hatched (but already monstrously huge) spiders and centipedes have been coming in to stay warm, going out to play, then coming back inside to watch TV and raid the fridge.
Ick. The bug vac will be mine. Or possibly the mini bug vac. And another for the basement. The ideal way to deal with bugs is to have a household gecko population, which works nicely in my mother's house in Florida. Once a year you find translucent pink baby geckos around the house, and the ones that are not eaten by the cat grow up and invisibly control the bug population, like tiny reptilian superheroes. Sadly, this is not an option in the Great Frozen North. On the other hand, it's worth living here just to know the closest palmetto bug is several states away. Sunday, May 02, 2004
Luggage love  The Tom Bihn laundry label with the French version of "We're sorry our president is an idiot" has been making the blog rounds lately, and even made it onto the news wires; Cindy Closkey has a nice summation, and wonders what the laptop totes are like.
First, it's worth mentioning that the American Traveler International Apology Shirt did it first, and did it in multiple languages. The same folks also make a t-shirt with the Diebold Voting Machine Memos. That's some quality subversion they're offering. The Tom Bihn folks have also put their laundry label onto a t-shirt; all profits go the Seattle Vet Center. Anyway, about the bags. You should know up front that I am a luggage slut. I ordered my first Tom Bihn bag after encountering a review of the Brain Bag on Cool Tools, and I've been accumulating more of their products ever since. (I can stop any time I want to.) When I first saw a news item about the "sorry" laundry tag, I passed right over it; it wasn't until I was looking at the Tom Bihn site a few days later (purely recreationally -- did I mention I'm a luggage slut?) that I realized it was their tag, and that I actually own two of the bags with that tag, the Brain Cell and the Buzz sling bag. The Brain Cell is a very lightweight, minimalist laptop bag. The laptop sits in a fleece sling and is protected by the bag's hard sides; the top fastens with velcro. There's a mesh outside pocket that will hold a CD or two and maybe a few cables, but that's it. It's perfect if you don't need to carry anything but your laptop, but it's not the briefcase bag you're used to. It clips into place inside a number of larger Tom Bihn bags, including the Brain Bag, which is the most intimidating backpack I've ever owned. (The Brain Bag can actually hold two Brain Cells, one clipped into each main compartment, but I hope I never need to carry two laptops around at once.) I've gone on 3-day trips out of town with only the Brain Bag for luggage. Packed full, it was deceptively comfortable on my back, and staggeringly heavy when carried by the handle. If you buy the Brain Cell/Brain Bag combo, get a Snake Charmer for your cables. It's a two-pocket pouch that firts perfectly on top of the Brain Cell inside the Brain Bag, and it lifts out easily to let you pull out your laptop for airport security.  My new favorite is the Buzz sling bag. Right now, mine contains a laptop, a mouse, a couple of CD's, several papers, a hardcover book, and assorted purse stuff. I find it much more comfortable than a shoulder bag, but it does tend to slip backward when it's full of heavy things like a laptop, hardcover book, and so on. The padded strap pocket in front is perfect for an iPod, but it's difficult to get a ringing cellphone out of there quickly; I strapped a Timbuk2 cellphone holster to the side of the bag instead.
I even have a Tom Bihn wallet. I have no real need for it, but I tacked it onto my most recent order, so now it sits here on my desk where I can fiddle with the velcro. It occurs to me that I really need to get out more. The Tom Bihn motto is "no cheap stuff", and while the prices reflect that, so does the workmanship. The seams and zippers are strong; I haven't found any unraveling or fraying yet, and I've been fairly abusive to a few of these bags. Their customer service is rapid, personal, and responsive, and they have made strap extenders for me at no charge. I think the bags are very attractive, but I think I've established that I'm not an especially rational judge of such things. The one big drawback of Tom Bihn bags, other than price, is that cat hair is drawn to the cordura surfaces with a force so strong it ought to be studied by particle physicists. Tom Bihn has had a huge surge in business due to all the laundry tag publicity, and it couldn't happen to a nicer company. |
