Archive for January 2012
I couldn’t find any usb drives tonight so i brought out an old external hard drive. That picture is one of the first “mastheads” of muddylemon.com circa the late 90s.
I also found this poem from the same time period:
i used to be a different person, I used to have different thoughts I’m not sure if i changed characters, or merely shifted plots;
I used to be a different person, I was someone I once knew I don’t remember changing, I doubt [...]
There’s more than one way to do itPython
There is one way to do itPHP
I found a way to do it but it didn’t work. I’m just going to do it in WordPressColdFusion
You can do that?.NET
I know how to do it in jQuery. Does it have jQuery?Clojure
First let’s do math!Ruby
This is the right way to do it. All the other ways to do it suck.Objective-C
This site was offline for three days due to the unbelievable incompetence of Dreamhost. There is no excuse for a company in the business of hosting websites to fail so miserably and so often. The reason for the outage is unclear, their infrequent updates would refer to different pieces of failing hardware. The backup server, which is oddly singular in their parlance, failed while restoring to a new server that failed for similar hardware reasons.
I’m off to the cloud!
Update: It [...]
Saw a link to a “radio show” about Advanced OO Patterns. I thought that was an odd format for a topic like that. Online audio presentations are great for ideas that live mostly inside your head, but code you usually need to write down. I clicked the link and found a flash-based audio player. No slides or video or text, just the audio. I thought I’d try it out and record my notes….
Some guy says [...]
When I was a kid my dad bought us a video game system for Christmas. This was in the early eighties — the height of the Atari era.
We got a Coleco-vision.
It came with Donkey Kong. We were lucky that it came with a game because there weren’t any other games available. Literally. The Coleco-vision was discontinued and we’d already missed the closeout sales on Coleco games. I think any that were left were likely being used as a mulch over the buried [...]
A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south, because his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No car must splash him. No car drive too near to his shadow.
This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo but he’s not marked. Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE, HANDLE WITH CARE.
His ear fills up with breathing. He hears the hum of a boy’s dream deep inside him.
We’re not going to be able to live in this world if we’re not willing to do what he’s doing with [...]