I’m wary of faith outside of actions. I’m wary of religiosity that ignores the wider world.
RollingStone.com: U2 : Bono : News
A first test of Flock as a blogging tool.
The verdict: very overwroght code (though W3C compliant), but it works.
I’m wary of faith outside of actions. I’m wary of religiosity that ignores the wider world.
RollingStone.com: U2 : Bono : News
A first test of Flock as a blogging tool.
The verdict: very overwroght code (though W3C compliant), but it works.
As anybody who knows me is aware, I’m a big fan of Mozilla’s Firefox and Camino web browsers, as well as their Thunderbird email application.
I’m also a big fan of blogs and RSS feeds, which are a great way to do a “one-stop” lookup of your friends and favorites.
Recently, I’ve become very fond of Flickr and its photo sharing network – I’m posting my own photos there, and enjoy the interconnected webs of photos that can be found via tagging.
The biggest stumbling block with all of these online social networking resources is that they are a hodge-podge of sites and services, often requiring multiple applications in order to keep things in order.
That’s where Flock comes in. Flock is an all-in-one online social networking tool. Based on the Firefox browser, Flock integrates blog aggregation (RSS via del.icio.us), Flickr and other online networking tools. Its bookmarking system integrates directly with del.icio.us to allow it to be portable, always accessible from anywhere you can surf the web.
It also integrates with most major blogging platforms, allowing you to post directly from Flock without having to login to the admin panel of your blog. Don’t have a blog? Flock will help you set one up (even going so far as to offer free WordPress blogs to Flock users – very cool).
While Flock is currently in its early stages of development, the product is very promising and very user-friendly. If you want to see the possibilities of next-generation internet surfing, check it out!
While perusing BoingBoing this morning, I found a link to one person’s list of his top 100 toys. It’s a great list, with witty entries for all 100 toys. While the writer is UK-based, and some of the toys never made their way to the States, there’s a lot of commonality and nostalgia.
I especially like the entry for Tonka toys:
Tonka was THE name in building site toys. The hardwearing, hard-hitting (particularly if one was dropped off a wall onto your head) playthings were the delight of young boys (and tomboy girls) everywhere. Best known for their trucks, Tonka made rock solid, die-cast metal vehicles, with real rubber tyres and tough-as-old-boots paint jobs. To paraphrase Henry Ford, they came in any colour you liked, as long as that colour was yellow. Unlike the toys of today, they were genuinely built to last. If you were to play “chicken” with a Tonka Truck and any other vehicle of the time, there was absolutely no question who was going to come off worst. You could smash them into anything and though they’d get chipped and dented, they would still outlast your parents’ car. You could even leave them out in the rain. Although they would eventually rust, by such time you’d have grown up, moved home and forgotten about them. Every boy wanted one, to be in charge of such a destructive construction vehicle – but such engineering quality came at a price. If you were lucky enough to get the Fire Engine or Dumper Truck for Christmas, you probably didn’t get much else that year. But it was worth it, because they’d still be there the following Christmas, battering hell out of any new trucks on the block. Eventually, we’d all grow out of them, but somewhere out there is a scrap yard, filled with the six-inch high hulks of slowly degrading Tonka trucks. Presumably there’s also a driver, sitting bored in the cab of the huge Caterpillar bulldozer that’s shifting them, who can’t see the irony.
It’s a fun lunchtime read – and it made me want to head back to SLC and break out some of my old faves!
I found this one over at Daily Kos and had to share:
Wouldn’t you feel better giving all those guys with “size issues” wro drive Hummers (specifically the H2, but the H1 and H3 are certainly game) a piece of your mind? Tired of seeing them cut you off in traffic due to the vehicle’s immense blind spot? Worried that their non-standard bumper height will behead you if you are involved in an accident? Incensed that, on a good day, a H2 gets around 10 miles per gallon of premium unleaded petrol?
Last night’s U2 show was really great: super music, great show, perfect sound (for a sports arena).
Bono was in fine voice, The Edge played some wonderful, understated guitar, Adam Clayton kept his simple basslines chugging along, and Larry Mullen was a rock on the drums. The stage – an adaptation of their heart-shaped setup from the “Elevation” tour of 2001-2002 – kept the band close to its audience. sprite and I were in the general admission section, on the floor, and had a great view of the whole thing.
One thing that U2 still remembers is how to make a show work: bring the audience in, give ‘em a mix of old and new, keep things moving, and involve the fans in what you do. Granted, it’s a lot easier to do this in a small club, but U2 somehow manages to make large spaces seem small and intimate. It’s amazing what four guys can do on stage, and it’s better yet that they don’t come across as being road-weary.
Some of this perceived “freshness” is due to the fact that U2 loves what it does: they are a band that loves the music, loves performing. They change their setlist as the tour progresses: adding a song here, dropping a song there, yet still managing to fit in all of the hits and some of the old gems that keep the hardcord fans happy. It’s a tough balance to manage – especially when there are 14 albums’ worth of material from which to choose. Yet U2 manages to do it, time and again, and it’s a lot of fun.
Another thing worth noting is that Bono injects his political causes into the show, but in a way that doesn’t overtly distract from the momentum of the performance. If anything, his intense amount of spirit is somewhat intoxicating and uplifting. If there is a model of a modern protest singer who can connect with today’s youth, then Bono is the guy to learn from.
This was the fourth U2 show I’ve seen (I saw them in 1997 on the “PopMart” tour at Foxboro Stadium, and twice on the “Elevation” tour in 2001-2002), and it was probably the best of the lot.
Wanna be by-the-books in your day-to-day life? Then be sure to get permission before you sing “Happy Birthday” in public.
It seems that knee-jerk renaming lameness has hit my favorite minor league baseball team.
As of 2:00 pm today, the Norwich Navigators became the Connecticut Defenders. Whereas their old logo featured a seafaring alligator, the new logo is centered around a submarine – an obvious nod to the military-industrial complex that is the Groton Naval Base. The name was chosen from public entries, so I’m guessing that the midshipmen stuffed the ballot box.
I attended a few Navigators games during their inaugural season in 1995. Dodd Stadium was around 10 miles north of Conn College’s campus, and we would pay $3 ($5 if we felt rich) per ticket to see pure baseball. We saw some fun games that summer, seeing a few players who became major leage stars (including Nomar Garciaparra, who played for a rival team). Tater the Gator, their happy, go-lucky mascot, would entertain the crowd, occasionally drenching them with his high-power squirt gun. The games were fun – good times.
So rest in peace, Tater. May you have good times hanging out with other lost mascots, like Youppi (who found a home with the Montreal Canadiens) and Energy Hog.
(I know I’m calling the Hog’s death a wee bit early – but really? A biker hog for energy savings? Puh-leeze!)
And I’m gonna make sure my Navigators hats and shirt stay in semi-decent shape from here on out!
Just time for a random reference to The Simpsons: The Art of Skittlebräu
The Subaru needed a new tire up front. I’ve suspected that it needs some alignment work for a while, and the right-front tire had worn very strangely.
So yesterday we drove over to Costco to get a new tire for the car. I thought that it’d be one tire, in and out.
But it turns out that the alignment problem affects the entire right side of the car, as the right-rear tire (which was going to be rotated to the front) had some serious sidewall bubbling on the inside bias, out of typical view. Good thing that was caught before something serious happened!
So $150 later, the Subaru has two new tires, both in the rear. The former left-rear tire is now right-front, and I’m gonna schedule some alignment work soon.
As seen on today’s Border Sauce packet from Taco Hell:
Bike tires scare me.
Funny – I don’t find bike tires all that scary.