-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Went to see Massive Attack at the Tower with Cronin and Gaurav tonight. Awesome show, though it seemed really short. Good crowd, everyone was really into it. Great visuals, and of course the music itself rocked. The venue itself was pretty damn nice. I don't even know that I've ever been out to 69th St., but the el stop is literally up the block. Next time I won't con Cronin into driving I guess. ;-P
Met up with Nick at Doobies afterwards, then swung by Wawa for a hoagie and came home. After a couple Mark-built gin & tonics is probably not the best time to be rebuilding my backup server, but hey. RAID 1'd a couple 300G Seagates, set up LVM, and am copying the backup images from the temp drive onto them. Totally trivial.
I remember back in the day when this crap was hard.
Addresses the two biggest complaints from most users:
- Boolean searches (using & !, |, and even grouping)
- From aliases for a single account
Instead, choose Mail: Preferences, click on the Accounts tab, and select the account. Type the multiple addresses in the Email Address field, separated by commas. Now, before sending a message, you can choose the From address you want to use from the pop-up Account menu.
I didn't know about either of those, and in fact, the latter is one of the main reasons I moved back to
Motherless Brooklyn, starring Ed Norton, based on the the book written by Jonathan Lethem (Gun, With Occassional Music). This was probably the last really good book Lethem wrote (everything after just filled me with great annoyance), and the fact that it's starring Norton makes me really excited about it. Awesome.
I know this, because, well, Dan is losing his goddamn mind:
<Danelope> It's been one of those nights.
<bda> What the fuck.
<bda> What the hell is the source image for that?
<bda> It looks like Ed Norton, only FAT.
<bda> http://imdb.com/title/tt0385887/ # HOLY FUCK
<bda> No no.
<bda> The shirt is not mine. The jacket is altered. :P
<Danelope> You're right.
<bda> And y'know. Sideburns.
<Danelope> It started out with me trying to turn you into Dr. Orpheus.
<Danelope> But that ran out of steam.
<Danelope> So, instead this.
<bda> I am cracking up.
<bda> That is hilarious. :P
<Danelope> I told you, you look like a supervillain.
<Danelope> Or maybe a detective with Tourette's.
<bda> I read that book years ago. It's good.
<bda> Probably the last good book Lethem will ever write, that fuck.
<bda> I probably don't want to know.
<bda> But why were trying to turn me into Dr. O?
<Danelope> For the same reason I turned you into Zim.
<Danelope> I was bored and I felt like annoying you.
- With sideburns, I look like Fat Ed Norton. Something to keep in mind, I suppose. I went looking for the source image, because it reminded me of Norton somehow, and thus discovered Motherless Brooklyn becoming a Major Motion Picture.
- Johnny Cash did a cover of the old gospel, Run On, called God's Gonna Cut You Down. It's on American V: A Hundred Highways, the album Rick Rubin released for Johnny, posthumously.
- Lathe is the name of a Palahniuk-style story Dan came up with a few years ago, about a demon stuck on Earth doing a stupid, pointless job eons after Hell won the War. I was supposed to write it, but as with all things I'm supposed to do that don't involve UNIX, I didn't get too far.
- Rian Johnson is the director of Brick, which is probably one of the best movies I have seen in recent years.
Besides being hilarious, this makes me want to work on Lathe again. The last thing I wrote was on the plane to San Francisco, and it was this six page long Howl's Moving Castle treatment, only robot/AI house and deserted suburbia kinda thing. Not uh, exactly the same mindset as disgruntled-McDemon-guy.
It's good that someone in Washington is thinking about space. I uh. I guess.
Flogging Molly played Electric Factory last night, and it was, as the kids say, totally bumpin'. Hands down, FM puts on the best show going. Tim was in town, and some of the local crew went with; stopped by Whiskey Dix down the street for a couple drinks, then headed over to the show. The opening band was half-decent, half-godawful. There were also some guys from a "comedy show" coming to fuse.tv called "The Whitest Guys U'Know", and it was fucking horrendous.
Thankfully Flogging Molly came on and washed all the nonsense away. An absolutely amazing show. Harry and Shari had never heard them before, and seemed to really enjoy themselves (as if they could do anything else). The mood from the audience was very positive; everyone was happy to be there, and indeed, there were random people doing jigs. Even I was moved by the music to move a bit. Don't tell anyone, though.
They're playing again tonight, and have a bunch of other dates you could go to. Even if you've never heard them before, or don't think it's quite your thing, you should give it a shot. If you go and hate it, you are broken.
The only regrets I have about the show is that they didn't play Every Dog Has Its Day or The Worst Day Since Yesterday, but belted out the rest of my favorite songs, so it's hard to complain. So good.
By the end of the night, I was pretty well drunk (no way am I going to a FM show and not having a cup of gin or whiskey to raise while yelling "Then the rosary beads / count them 1 2 3 / fell apart as they hit the floor / In a garb of black / we must pay respect / to the color we're born to mourn") and today I've got one of the few hangovers I've ever experieneced, but eh. It was worth it.
Go. Listen. Watch. (Whiskey On A Sunday is an excellent way to introduce yourself to the band... the audio CD if full of awesome, and the DVD is by turns hilarious, touching, and also full of auditory yay.)
As a fan of Joss's work, and of Scott Westerfeld's, and of Phillip Pullman, and other men who write strong female characters, I kind of have to think a psytech would wonder that out of all those men writing kickass chicks, the only women writing kickass chicks that I've been able to really get behind are Karen Traviss (and not the Star Wars books that Gabe and Tycho over at Penny Arcade have been fapping about), or Amy Hempel (whose pseudo-her has a steel filament running underneath all the flaws and worries).
Maybe it's because most female authors make me crazy in terms of their characterizations, so I've avoided them. It's something that used to bother me a lot, but now it's hard to bother. A lot of it just comes down to how my mind works, and the kind of prose and characterization it'll accept. Seeing how much I love Hempel's work (the content of which is typically outside my light cone), I feel like I tell myself it's just a statistical oddity more than anything else.
"So why do you create these strong female characters?"
"Because they're hot."
"No, but so why --"
"Why is this even a question?"
<bda> "The cost of weapons and equipment that you purchase in Counter-Strike: Source are now based on an algorithm that calculates the global market demand for various weapons. As more people purchase a certain weapon, the price will rise and other weapons will become less expensive."
<kitten> That's retarded.
<bda> I think it's hilarious.
<bda> It's just another step in making team-based FPS the premiere training ground for uh, home-grown terrorists!
<bda> It's not just about strategy, tactics, and bunny-hopping anymore!
<bda> Now it's about the economy of terror.
Woah, I think I was channeling Jack Thompson there for a second. Ew.
I have no arguably witty comment to make about this. It's just scary.
Snow rejected the idea that Americans should be able to see and judge the standards for themselves, particularly in the aftermath of illegal abuses at the Abu Ghraib prison.
"The only way accountability doesn't exist is if you believe that the military is not committed to it," Snow said.