I have installed Lion. The iCal interface is a horror. That is all.
Actually, it’s not all. Who thought this was a good idea? Who thought, “hey, it’s 2011, and there are still people in the world who are using computers but not using a calendar application on those computers, and what would make them use such an application is an interface mimicking leather and torn paper?” And how did that person get a job at Apple, and how does he or she still have that job?
(A) in a radio market with 45 or more commercial radio stations, a party may own, operate, or control up to 8 commercial radio stations, not more than 5 of which are in the same service (AM or FM) [and must play Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep” on every single one of them 10-15 times a day.]
Ok, I can’t prove that. I don’t hate the song, just…enough already.
In Oklahoma the joke was that at any hour of the day you could find Led Zeppelin on the radio. I believe this is still true.
But! I worked at a music/video/etc “superstore” for a while and we would get radio playlists. I remember when “Ants Marching” and “You Oughta Know” were driving me mad I looked and they each clocked in at 47 plays a week, or every three and a half hours on average, also known as morning commute, lunch, evening commute, and times I didn’t have the radio on.
(Source: cell-out.org)
The real reason beards are back.
As a bald guy who shaves his head, I can attest this is the wrong shape. It should be a parabola, approaching an infinite amount of work at both the minimal and maximal ends.
Twitter has jumped the gun on its move to ubiquitous link-wrapping with its t.co service. They said they’d start on the 15th, with links longer than 20 characters, and they started on or before the 12th, with links longer shorter than 20 characters (that’s 19 above). I’m not happy about this change. In making it they’ve broken any sort of link parsing in any third party client that doesn’t auto-expand links, which means that any client that would, say, display images inline or filter out pesky 4sq.com links automatically can’t do that anymore, because everything is now t.co.
And there doesn’t really seem to be any point to it except as a grab to obsolete any other URL shortening service in favor of its own. Twitter doesn’t have an end game here.
They like to talk about how they’re fighting spam, and they’re announcing the change to link wrapping as “a means to protect users from malicious sites and scams.” Except they admit that they’re not actually resolving shortened URLs, they’re just rewrapping them. Once they figure out — IF they figure out — that a link is bad then they might send you to a warning page instead of just redirecting you, but it appears they’re not actually trying to do anything with those links.
And they’re not doing anything about spam either. That user is clearly violating the policy, but since there’s no effective automation of spam blocking, the only way the user gets flagged and disabled is if the recipients of that spam, like me, push the button. And there’s increasingly less incentive to do that.
Fix it, Twitter. If you’re going to force this on us, then do three things:
Trains, bars, and classic poster graphics. What’s not to like? See also this classic poster for Dubonnet.
(via MoMA | The Collection | A. M. Cassandre. Restaurez-Vous au Wagon-Bar. 1935)
Rickey Month Party 2011 11 on Flickr.
The free pour is alive and well. Jason Strich, from Rasika, prepares his Plum Rickey at the 2011 Rickey Month Party sponsored by the DC Craft Bartenders Guild.
Check the headline on the paper John’s reading.
Wow. How out of touch have I been lately with what’s really important? Here’s my pal Mark Sullivan, in a national commercial campaign for the Amazon Kindle. One of the important events in my life was that I started blogging under the name “DCeiver.” The event that precipitated my launching of that blog was that I went to a party at Castle Fun-Fun, where Mark, in an effort to let his then-girlfriend (who was leaving for grad school) know that he would love her forever, dressed up in a tiger costume and jumped through an actual ring of fire behind Ben’s Chili Bowl. It was just something the world needed to hear about. For me, the rest is history. And Mark is wonderful: it’s so nice to see him on my teevee, reminding me about the odd and fragile way that good friends can touch your life in ways you don’t see until many years later. (I mean, I suppose it’s supposed to also remind me about the Kindle being a quality product, but I already own a Kindle, and it is.)
That girlfriend he was trying to demonstrate his love for almost immediately broke with him, so sometimes your big dumb romantic gestures don’t pay off. You should keep making them though, because they help in the war against cynicism!
I’d say something about remembering that night, but everybody who was there remembers that night.
After the last year’s view of the fireworks from our apartment building’s rooftop, the Social Chair and I looked at each other and said, “we can never move.”
Fireworks 2011 1 (by Don Feduardo)
