Got this postcard advertisement in the mail yesterday:
Anything strike you as particularly disturbing?
Got this postcard advertisement in the mail yesterday:
Anything strike you as particularly disturbing?
It's true. I set out to mimic the iTunes Album Art interface using only JavaScript and came up with this.
Why would anyone do such a thing, you ask? In the ongoing effort to improve my own photography website and cool-point multiplier, I was brainstorming ways to display a series of photographs as art. Then I thought, "hey, that iTunes thing is pretty good -- why don't I just steal that?"
Each piece of art has three states: left, forward, and right. The left and right bits slide back and forth -- easy. The clicked-upon artwork fades from its side slot in sync with the currently displayed piece. The img src of the forward piece is changed, then faded back in. Huzzah! Instant album art.
I'd like to thank Scriptaculous for providing such wonderful JavaScript functions for the sliding and fading. Prototype helped too.
Making the images, on the other hand, was also a challenge. Turns out Photoshop has a JavaScript-based scripting language! Who knew? You can't do everything, like make or use masks, which would be fantastic, but you can automate quite a bit. Also, the more limited macros helped.
Well, I'd say definitely worth staying up all night for. Happy Independence Day, to all you fellow USers.
After 40 hours, Alex and I have safely arrived in Bogor, a suburb of Jakarta. We've spent the last four days at a friend of a friend's amazing house in Bogor. He's an American with plenty of excellent contacts to people who've done research in or near Kerinci Seblat national forest (where we will be). This is truly stroke of luck as his help has been enormously invaluable.
Trying to hit the ground running, we're flogging our way through the Indonesian bureaucracy, obtaining permits and visiting government offices left and right. We will be pleasantly "stuck" here for another few days before we can fly to Padang, then drive to Sungaipenuh, our ultimate destination within Kerinci.
Interesting experiences include riding an ojek (motorcycle taxi) and trying to explain to a taxi driver in a language I don't speak well directions to a place I don't know well. The food is a bit spicy, but apparently is nothing compared to where we're going. Sushi-Thai frequenters will be somewhat familiar with Padang-style foods and the possible spice-level.
Today we visited the (famed?) botanical gardens of Bogor, which was apparently a haven for rich Dutch merchants years ago. Quite enjoyable. Pictures uploaded next time.
In an attempt to copy Mike, I'm reporting all the things Tim is according to Google:
Tim is able to see his brotherAnd there you have it. All things Tim is.
I quit my job, sold my car, sold my washer/dryer, and gave away my computer. I'm trading it all in for a big backpack that I can sew a few flags onto. I've gone at least 2 months without a haircut, and about 3 weeks since my last shave.
And I'm moving to Indonesia.
I have some great stories about haggling with my insurance company over the extension to year-long anti-Malaria prescription coverage, but instead I think I'll just quote some of the expected side effects of Ciprofloxacin, an anti-diarrhea drug:
"SIDE EFFECTS: Stomach upset, loss of appetite, diarrhea, nausea, headache, ..."(emphasis added) Yep, a side effect of anti-diarrhea medication is diarrhea. My how far we've come in modern medicine.
But actually, it is quite amazing what we can do. Currently, or within 3 days, I will be shielded from polio, tetanus, diphtheria, Japanese encephalitis, rabies, hepatitis A & B, mumps, measles, rubella, and typhoid. Huzzah!
I was watching the President's address this evening concerning the naming of the next Supreme Court Justice Roberts while cleaning up the kitchen a bit. PBS apparently only carried it on their HDTV channel, so I had to switch to a snowy CBS broadcast ("why watch what everyone else is watching?"). The moment the briefing ended I expected anchors seated about a news desk to discuss the implications of the new choice, Roberts' decision record, his stance on abortion, etc. Instead, CBS immediately returned to whatever program they had interrupted to bring us the 8 minute EXTRAORDINARY POLITICAL NEWS, and before I could make it to the remote, I was tuned into some reality show concerning a group of insecure 30 year old sorority girls and shallow frat boys, literally parading around in front of sunbathing women flexing their muscles.
The panel of women were discussing the implications of their newly obtained "veto power", presumably some democratic method of removing a male contestant. All the women were blonde, and all spoke with an interesting rhythm of raising the pitch of their voice on every other word, like, ya know? I didn't know people really spoke like that outside of middle school. And the blondest of them actually used the phrase, "she's a retard", referring to her teammates' compassion for the male she was casting a vote against.
Moments after the retard comment, I learned that owning a Kia Sportage would make my life fundamentally better, Arm & Hammer baking soda employs magical power crystals that whisk away odor ogres to the magical land of Narnia, Ranch salad dressing apparently has some frightening neurological side effects inducing hallucinations that make you think you're sitting in the middle of a field, and I can't live without at least 200 channels of television at my disposal.
And with that I leave you to return to my book concerning an adventure across Borneo.
"Swing away, Merrill; swing away."
Signs"He is the one."
Graham Hess, realizing all the unfortunate "random events" in his life have coalesced into a convenient, "miraculous" situation that implies a higher power is indeed watching over him and his family. His late wife's dying breath "Tell Graham: see, swing away, Merrill", is in fact not the result of random nerve firings, but an important message that only makes sense in the context of total catastrophe.
The Matrix"Fire at will!"
Morpheus, after Neo rises from the dead, confirming Morpheus' life's quest to discover the one, thus saving humanity, was not in vain.
Star Trek: Nemesis"That's not true; that's impossible!"
Captain Picard, upon learning the position of Shinzon's ship through the power of Troy's telepathy, and is not, as commonly thought, referring to his first officer.
Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back"It works! I've finally invented something that works!"
Luke Skywalker, after searching his feelings to confirm Darth Vader is indeed his father.
Back to the Future"A strange game; the only winning move is not to play."
Emmett "Doc" Brown, after learning that despite enduring decades of failed inventions, eventually he will invent a working time machine, out of a DeLorean.
War Games"Mr. McKittrick, after careful consideration, sir, I've come to the conclusion that your new defense system sucks."
Joshua, a program designed to play a series of nuclear warfare simulation "games" running on the WOPR (War Operations Plan and Response), a computer that controls the entire arsenal of ICBMs in the United States, upon learning that the best way to "play" a nuclear warfare game is not to, something Joshua learns in a matter of days while his human counterparts still haven't figured it out.
War Games"I am Tyler Durden."
General Jack Beringer, providing analysis of the WOPR (see above) just before Joshua reaches his decision about the futility of war and is on a seemingly irreversible path to plunge the World into a nuclear holocaust by launching every ICBM in the United States towards Russia in standard total annihilation fashion, not being able to understand the difference between a computer simulation and the real world. This confirms the General's earlier misgivings about entrusting the safety of the nation to "some silicon diode."
Fight Club"They're using our own satellites against us, and the clock is ticking."
Tyler Durden, upon learning that he and his alter terrorist ego, are in fact the same person.
Independence Day"You've found the primer?!"
David Levinson, revealing to the President irrefutable proof of the aliens' hostile intent in the form of a simple countdown.
Contact
Dr. Elenoire Arroway, realizing Mr. Hadden has discovered the coveted "primer", the key to decoding the alien message, possibly facilitated by his creating the message in the first place.