coming in for a landing.

The school stuff is over. Completely. I've gotten past the independent study, past the everything. It's done.

Time for massive amounts of booze.

Nobody got the secret thing in the last entry. There was a secret link. It explained some stuff, I thought, but was still cryptic enough to be very me and very fun. It still makes me smile, but nobody got the thing.

The following is a mismatched amalgam of notes from like 3 aborted entries I began putting togther at various times during the Week of Hell (04):

Rearranged the playlist for Imperial Radio. In the next day or so, there will be some more CDs added to the rotation, and hopefully I will finish up an intro spot. Think classic rock station identification / monster truck rally ad.

Got the following from a google search while trying to iron out windows/linux file sharing bullcrap:

mount -t vfat -o gid=[gid of samba user(s)] -o uid=[uid of samba user(s)]
/dev/hdb1 /mnt/data1

where:
gid=group id
uid=user id

Totally saved the day. The mount command I was using didn't take into account linux's compulse permission systems, and so I couldn't do what I needed to. I can now write to a mounted FAT32 drive in linux via Samba, which means I don't have to try and back up and reformat the huge ass drive with all my various cartoons and mp3s and so on. I can recategorize and add new Mp3s and videos to the collection, and leave that bitch plugged into the linux machine. Aww yeah. Got teamspeak, got shoutcast, got spam filtering Next stop, DVArchive for linux. That machine is gonna earn its oats.

The other day, I learned that you can use the verb triage just for any kind of priority sorting. Doesn't have to be medical. I can say "Can you triage these dirty dishes for me?" and it's perfectly valid. Okay, perhaps my world is rocked a bit easily these days.

Last night at like 4am, on the University's community channel, I saw a tape of John Warnock's keynote speech at the USC Annenberg school's 2002 Symposium. In the bit I saw, which was the end of the speech, he was describing the first "digital book." It was this prayer book made on a punch-card jacquard loom. This frigging 50-page book was -woven- into silk in a process involving tens of thousands of these punch cards, that they had to design. It was essentially the first digitally encoded book, because a jacquard-loom with punch cards produces something that fundamentally isn't that different from a modern-day bitmap. Pixel coordinates = stitches.

They didn't quite hit their deadline, but they finished it. In 1890.

That's hard core, man. Plus, I like the notion that the first digital book was made of silk.

There's another entry swirling around in here about Carrie's welcome back party time. There was aersome. And I have pics. But right now there is booze to be had, and I am in a cooincidentally Cinco De Mayo mood.

Viva la no more school! Arriba! y so forth!

[i got da pulsating, rhythmical remedy]