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Geek Kamasutra

Geek Kamasutra

Senhoras e senhores…

…bem­vin­dos à nova Esta­ção dos Combatentes.

Processing Power


Solar, with lyrics. from flight404 on Vimeo.

A beau­ti­ful video made using the Pro­ces­sing language/framework/whatever. Manual beat detec­tion is defi­ni­tely interesting.

My new laptop

(Via Usa­bi­li­dade | human-computer inte­rac­tion.)

EDIT: Get yours here http://apcommunity.blogspot.com/2008/01/print-your-own-macbook-air-paper.html

Duas mortes…

Uma antiga, com 100 anos, a morte do rei D.Carlos e, com ele, da monar­quia Por­tu­guesa. Parece que foi ontem.

Outra, uma morte recente já há algum tempo anun­ci­ada, a do Nets­cape, o pri­meiro brow­ser a com­ba­ter con­tra o Inter­net Explo­rer e pai­zi­nho do Fire­fox que faz as delí­cias de muita gente hoje em dia. Foi o pri­meiro brow­ser que eu usei, é natu­ral que sinta alguma nostalgia.

Efe­mé­ri­des é sem­pre uma coisa interessantíssima…

Pages, you deceived me

Since I chan­ged to a Mac I never nee­ded to use a word pro­ces­sor. So I never wor­ked neither with Pages neither with Micro­soft Word for the OS X.
Last week I was assig­ned to write a paper for the Game The­ory sub­ject with 6 to 10 pages. Even before I chose a sub­ject (since it was free, as along as it was rela­ted with Game The­ory, I took some time to cho­ose it) I deci­ded I would use Pages. I know exac­tly what to expect from Micro­soft Word, I tried it thou­sands of times, I used it for wri­ting my entire life (with some excep­ti­ons to Vim for wri­ting LaTeX docu­ments) and so this would be a won­der­ful time for trying out a new word pro­ces­sor.
Pages is pretty clean, the default tem­pla­tes are very nice and they look very good. I liked the fact that I could drag a pic­ture from Safari direc­tly into the cover page.
So I star­ted to write. My paper is about the won­der­ful sub­ject of Mixed Stra­te­gies in Game The­ory. I wrote one page and a half and I was very happy with my Pages expe­ri­ence. I saved my work and went home.

Today, the unthin­ka­ble hap­pe­ned.
I was wri­ting for about an hour, I had writ­ten another page and a half and I wan­ted to insert some mathe­ma­ti­cal for­mula. I found the option that would allow me to do that on one of the menus and clic­ked it. Pages crashed and I chose the option to relaunch it, of course. I was expec­ting to lose some of my work but I lost everything I wrote today. I was so sad. I never expec­ted any word pro­ces­sor not to have a auto-save option acti­va­ted by default and I never expec­ted any word pro­ces­sor not to have a tem­po­rary file that he would be able to reco­ver if the soft­ware crashed.

Yes, it was my fault because I didn’t save my work regu­larly. But still, word pro­ces­sors must have a way of taking care of that. In case we forget.

So remem­ber kids, com­pu­ter les­son num­ber 5489793: always save your work with regularity.

EDIT: Wiki­pe­dia really has all the infor­ma­tion a per­son needs to survive.

Forgetfulness

The name of the author is the first to go
fol­lowed obe­di­en­tly by the title, the plot,
the heart­bre­a­king con­clu­sion, the entire novel
which sud­denly beco­mes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memo­ries you used to har­bor
deci­ded to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a lit­tle fishing vil­lage where there are no phones.

Long ago you kis­sed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and wat­ched the qua­dra­tic equa­tion pack its bag,
and even now as you memo­rize the order of the planets,

something else is slip­ping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capi­tal of Paraguay.

Wha­te­ver it is you are strug­gling to remem­ber,
it is not poi­sed on the tip of your ton­gue,
not even lur­king in some obs­cure cor­ner of your spleen.

It has flo­a­ted away down a dark mytho­lo­gi­cal river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to obli­vion where you will join those
who have even for­got­ten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No won­der you rise in the mid­dle of the night
to look up the date of a famous bat­tle in a book on war.
No won­der the moon in the win­dow seems to have drif­ted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.


a beau­ti­ful poem by Billy Col­lins

Understading art for geeks

An ama­zing set of pic­tu­res on Flickr about art and how to explain it to geeks

here

Há muito muito tempo…

Jogar Manhunt e ouvir a Love Will Tear Us Apart é uma com­bi­na­ção bas­tante… caricata.