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The Long Winters at the top of my lungs. |
"The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point." |
@hotdogsladies' tweet about the cookie dough guy almost brought me to tears. Concise, penetrating summation of our worst anxieties as makers |
Awakened by the foghorn in SF. More subtle than the roosters who live next-door to Azita in LA, at least. |
@bob Naw, one of mine at slicehost. Ours are all running 1.8.6 p111, which is porridge neither too hot, nor cold. Just right. |
Just found Ruby 1.8.5 chillin' on a production slice. 2006 vintage. Kickin' it old-school, always. |
@ngerakines I'm thinking about adding CAN as a datasource so we can have a *real* rupture challenge :) |
My city's still breathing (but barely, it's true) through buildings gone missing like teeth. |
The sharp click of the doser at Blue Bottle is right up there with autotest's "green" beep, Pavlov's bell, Holst's Jupiter, etc. |
The city is ready for a nap... the smoke and ash singes your eyes over the course of the day, and you can't help but close them for a bit. |
World of Warcraft, the online game in which you go stand in line at midnight to keep leveling up |
Came home to find my landlady and her girlfriend in white, drinking champagne with a crowd on the stoop, newly-married, positively beaming. |
"Get out of there and move forward. It never happened. It will shock you how much it never happened." |
Walking to the farmers' market, beautiful day for an escape from the office. |
Oh, no, Stroh's is gone. |
"...you’re all alone with nothing beneath you, like a spent rocket that owes its trajectory to inertia..." |
"All shots double, all shots double" |
Ran into an old KSCR metal DJ at EA's campus in Redwood City. He's a game engineer here. The world is smaller than I knew, and shrinking. |
Fresh from the steaming radiator of LA, the August night at SFO is a tundra, the polar caps descending weekly to begin another ice age. |
Blue Bottle trad cap, among the most delicious of rocket fuels |
