hirez: (Radiation)
A question on the Faceache about hackery started me wondering about what I've managed to miss by not having, er, any CS qualifications.

On the other hand, I do have a pile of Useful Books - K&R (pre-ANSI), K&R (post-ANSI), Cheswick & Bellovin, the Lions book, Stevens (Advanced programming), the Pickaxe book, Zaks/6502, various O'Reillys and, er, Reliable data-structures in C. (It was the 80s. That sort of thing was allowed.)

However, I think I'm missing one or more about proper Rubyish object-orienteering. Maybe I should re-read the Pickaxe book.
hirez: Humppa! (Humppa!)
Dug out a second layer to wear this even for the first time in weeks. That's no good.

I think the single most useful computing device available now for the jobbing hacker is a Macbook Pro with a selection of VMs loaded. (XP, bunch of favoured Linux, that sort of thing) Those things + Arduino IDE, XCode, Vim, GitX and Scrivener means I can ignore multiple different types of work more or less anywhere on the planet. Ommwriter is also good, although Scriv + Boards of Canada work in more or less the same way. (yes, yes, massively privileged, terrible Jobsian-based free software fail, etc.)
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (Laser goggles and raybans)
Friday a bit of a run-in-circles experience because oh shit packing and oh shit finding the place and oh shit hoof tent up before speaking to nice people and oh shit speaking to nice people.
Saturday and Sunday pottering about, speaking to people and having ideas.

Nottingham Hackspace are really quite organised.

Utterly lovely to bump into the unusual suspects.

Con swag: A badge. Fully programmable, several LEDs (which are shit-my-eyes bright) IR in and out, 2.4GHz near-field in and out. I have just been furtling with the demo-code and it looks like all sorts of fun.

Something of a C21st change from the usual lump of cardboard with your name on stuffed into a plastic thingy from the office shop.

[The BBC version]
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (psyche-out (ii))
I don't know if it's some manner of snobbery-related false consciousness or (more likely) a complete inability to function like other people, but I must admit that them there poll results make for somewhat uncomfortable reading.

The lunch one isn't too much of a surprise, given that A Works with A Canteen is the sort of quaint affectation that one might see on an Ealing Comedy about people in flat caps waving spanners at that mythical creature the 'shop steward'. Or if not Ealing then BBC Light Entertainment from the seventies where everything was brown. I'm not about to advocate passing out AK-10x rifles in order to demand the return of Luncheon Vouchers (Although they actually never went away. I was presented with the things when on a learny-learny course the other year. I fully expected Dick Emery to lurch out the staff entrance of the M&S podule in Liverpool Street and set about me with a handbag), but I think that whole keyboard/sandwich thing is pretty fucked up. I recall it being seen as freakish behaviour from those bloody city types with their mobile telephones, rather than the norm.

For me, meals in front of the telly are just, ugh. Perhaps because I didn't have to deal with the 'please may I get down from the table?' malarkey - I recall blank incomprehension when relatives tried that. But then I tend to do blank incomprehension rather a lot when confronted with other people's expectations of arbitrary power structures. Perhaps because I don't think telly's that interesting by comparison. Perhaps because I am a grown-up and I have the choice between table and telly. Who can say?

There's a lot more wrapped up in this stuff than I envisaged. Interesting.
hirez: (dissent)
A thing that's been wandering through my head for a few months was brought into focus by this gallery and this piece in the Manchester Guardian.

It seems that the greater part of the 'rebel alliance' (ho ho bleeding ho) are types not a million miles away from thee and I, which is really rather scary when you think about it. Not in the 'hahaha don't let those daft buggers play with a rocket launcher', which seems to be the level of FB banter. But 'Fuck me, middle-class spods of no particular political inclination have gone off to point AKs at the regular army and win. At the cost of watching their friends get killed.' And when it's finished, they're going to have to put the AK in the cupboard under the stairs and go back to developing PHP or driving a bus or being a duty solicitor.

Which, fuuu...
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (Default)
[Poll #1713822]
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (psyche-out (ii))
(Thinking out loud)

After about thirty seconds consideration and post a bottle of Bath Ale last night, it seems to me that libeljournal.com needs a good kicking. Meanwhile, mysparedomain.com was defaced back on October (some php b0rkery at first glance) and Movable Type is The Wrong Tool, so, um, town gas.

The New Bike is rather nice. Anyone fancy a meander up the Gloucester & Sharpness canal when the weather's better and the days are longer?

I wonder if my brain will work properly by tomorrow?

And GIP. I've been playing with the output of PH-R's buggered Fuji and the results are encouraging. What I'm after, in my simple-minded way, is some manner of determinedly lo-fi digital Lomovision that doesn't require post-furtling in potatoshop, because that's cheating. Now, I could just purchase some horrible keyring-cam from off the end of a gondola at Tesco, but that's just shitful resolution and shoddy optics. I've already played with that and the results are just dull. This thing's knackeration makes everything look like it was shot in LSD-o-tone.

(Is it all about aperture priority?)
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (anxious)
Oh. Wow. I think I want to play at this.

I think it's pretty obvious to anyone with sense in their heads (A phrase I found in the description of some mythological Greek robot women, obviously) that one's moods are cyclical somehow. I don't want to dignify my 'cheerful' and 'mithering' states with terms from the, um, more clinical end of something like the DSM, so I shall call them 'more enthusiastic' and 'less enthusiastic', which brings to mind Reg Prescott, but there we are.

Anyway. The idea of wanting to play at pass-the-art-book is definitely something from the 'more enthusiastic' end of the cycle.

I'd also like to babble at length about work, since it's being A Rather Interesting Time, but I can't. Oh well. However, if you're trying to get FreeBSD to work well on a nc6220, cvsup to 6-latest.
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (Default)
(Or indeed not)

Further evidence that the US is filled with mad people:http://pages.gatortradingantiques.com/cgi-bin/item.fcgi?itemKey=1922661638&store=%2Fstores%2Fgator&catId=brew

$40 for an old Watney's tin? It's not even a Party Seven. Or bleedin' Red Barrel.

Oh, was the 'pint that thinks it's a quart' Whitbread Trophy?

(No, I don't know where all this is coming from. Either seventies commercial telly was dominated by ale adverts, or those were the only ones that stuck in my head. [ See previous discussion of my dodgy heritage. ] )

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