muse rumblings
Not much space left on my macbook…
120GigaByte(saleBytes*) hard drive
- Pictures 20.43GB (nearly all photos, mostly JPEG, now I shoot more raw)
- Music 5.96GB (out of a 60GB collection)
- Movies 4.11GB (nearly all avi files sorted from the camera’s movie mode)
- Applications 8.53GB (I cant believe I kept it this small)
- Documents 33.08 GB (What is in here?)
- Free Space 12.1 GB
Leopard System crap must take up most of the remaining 26 GB kind of wild how much that is…
Check this out: someone working google’s 20% project time tied their translator engines to chat bots…
If you add ‘en2es@bot.talk.google.com’ to the gchat contacts list and chat with it, then it will translate all English words it recognizes into Spanish. es2en for the other way around. Add them to group chats for translation, albeit machine style. Other bots I like are en2de, en2fr, and en2zh for Mandarin, it uses Unicode and prints the right characters too!
its called google talkabout.
Usernames at some social networking sites seem be ’rounded off’, removing differences in capitalization and special characters to reduce the chance of account spoofing or socketeering of a userspace of similar names (cruise.uk bought cruises.uk for millions — that’s heavy socketeering, prevents coat tail riders and maintains image integrity). But this practice results in a bit of cultural imperialism doesn’t it.
There’s a group of people in Paris who have infiltrated the underground, some ancient tunnels and some modern. One sector of this group, dedicated to restoring forgotten items of cultural import, grew notorious for repairing a clock in the Panthéon. They also like to roustabout and have fun it seems:
The world first caught wind of UX in 2004 (although we didn’t know it then), when policemen stumbled upon a 400m2 cinema, bar and couscous restaurant in a disused quarry. Located near the Eiffel Tower, 18m below ground, the theatre was kitted out with electricity, security cameras, phone lines and a terrace of seats carved out of rock. When police returned three days later, it had been completely emptied, apart from a note which read: ‘Do not try to find us.’
Link to Architecture Journal article
Although I often heard about old Chinatown tunnels under the city I grew up in, I never got to see them.
However I did get to explore an old titan silo north of town.
it should cause visceral reactions, tangling with emotions and the body. About halfway through, when (Eno’s?) logon plays, I shuddered and remembered the old days…