FindMeSpot Locator Alert!
Apparently we're still alive. This ping drops us in Boston, Massachusetts, about half a mile from the city center and barely an inch off from last time.
Curtis Jones
Frisbee Thieving Microsoft-ee & Mount-freakin'-Foraker
It amazes me how the gear for a 4-day ice climbing trip to New Hampshire isn't all that different from a month on a mountain in Alaska. Just a bigger pack, more food, more fuel. A photo from the house, terrible lighting and all.
Hippy
My father on the right, Steve Jobs on the left. Too bad they didn't hang out more.
New Hampshire
Leaving for Boston, then New Hampshire, on Thursday. Depending on the avalanche hazard from Wednesday's snow, we'll hit some or all of a list of mostly easy lines like Shoestring Gully. I've been out of practice since June. Can't wait.
Garmin Blows
I hope my main reason for blogging someday isn't blowing off steam, but Garmin makes it impossible. They're struggling financially, and it's no mystery why: handing them your money is the worst purchasing experience I can imagine. I paid the $99 and still can't download my maps.
Talkative Little Peripherals
I set up Cacti to graph traffic from my Airport Extreme, and now I'm staring at a mystery: every night from 6pm to 7am, wireless traffic holds rock-steady at 60k/sec. To where? To what? I'd really like to know, and 6pm is right around the corner.
Multiplication Table Drills
The multiplication drill app is stable and usable now: multiple users, configurable problem sets, checkmarks, and sounds that pester you when you blow it. The problem-picking algorithm still needs work, and I need someone to make me some icons.
Multiplication Table Drills
My father once conjured a multiplication drill program in Excel and inflicted it on us every evening after school. Years later I'm grateful. Tonight I rebuilt it as a crude little Cocoa app, and I wonder how many kids I could teach to loathe it too.
47% = ~500
MySpace still exists, apparently, and is laying off 47% of its staff, about 500 people. How does something this irrelevant employ over a thousand? Also, a Seinfeld-assisted meditation on the postal creed and Newman's refusal to work in the rain.
Let it Snow!
I woke from a nap to green grass and black roads, total disappointment. Two and a half hours later it's all better. But Weather.com promised me 3 to 5 inches and this isn't even one, so this had better not be the end of it.
