January 27, 2009

Book Tracking 2009

I like having goals. Therefore, I will write a review of every book I read in 2009. I’ve read two already this year, so, natch, I’m already behind the eight ball. We’ll rectify that tomorrow. On the plus side, most “experts” recommend that a good goal is a book every three weeks, so, three cheers for being above average. On the other hand, that goal was created with the statistic that “one-third of American adults do not read even one book in a year” in mind, so pardon me while I go weep for my country for a sec…

Okay, done.

I’ll probably actually read less books this year than last, simply because my wonderful mother got me that subscription to The Economist I wanted. I realized that I’ve been lugging these massive hardcovers with me on my commutes even though the Red Line has seemingly permanently settled into such Tokyo-esque levels of congestion most rush hour mornings that reading a book just isn’t an option, at least not the huge hardcovers I favor. A magazine, I can almost always fold over and read even on the most crowded of trains. Don’t mention the Sun-Times or Trib to me; I read the former online and what’s worth reading in a given day takes about five minutes to get through. I haven’t even cracked a Trib in years ‘cept for the occasional Sunday edition, and that solely for the crossword. The Red Eye is an abomination before the Lord and should be burned.

So magazines for the commute it is, but I’m also not allowing myself to read magazines anywhere BUT on the train. If I’m home, it’s going to be a book, usually gotten from our increasingly fantastic library system here in Chicago. If I could make love to an institution, the Chicago Public Library, particularly the Harold Washington branch, would be getting my sweet, sweet affections.

I realize this sounds a bit like a parody of what an NPR fan is like (I’m going to BLOG about all of the big, erudite BOOKS I get from the PUBLIC LIBRARY and READ, but whoo-boy heh heh THE ECONOMIST is really cutting into my reading time) but hey, it’s a new era for our nation… elitism is BACK, baby, and a big part of being elite is being well-read and informed, so fuck you if this sounds uppity. I’m an elitist, and I’m proud of it. We just had eight years of a fuckin’ curiosity-adverse, intellectually-stunted, faith-above-all-believin’ shitheel running this place into the ground, so a little educated elitism is fuckin’ called for at this point.

See ya tomorrow with some reviews.

The Little Things

It's conversations like this that get one through an otherwise-unpleasant day...

zac: ... and in other news, I love how Iceland's entire governmental leadership simply resigned due to the economic mess.
smr: Honorable. Oh, wait... no, it isn't. FIX WHAT YOU BROKE.
zac: heh
smr: But yeah, I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around what happened in Iceland. I mean, are people all living in igloos shooting elk for food now? Sounds like that SHOULD be the case given what happened, but...
zac: Well, if anyone can get them through, it's President Olafur Ragnar Grimsson
zac: Now THAT'S a name not to be trifled with.

smr: Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus.
smr: Is he currently setting the old gov't on fire and putting them on a raft towards Valhalla?

zac: Parliament was sacked today by the bloodthirsty horde led by president Olafur Ragnar Grimsson. He stated he would return the prime minister when financial stability has been achieved or when they are provided with 56 cows and the gold from the city church.
smr: In related news, Iceland's old Secretary of Defense was quoted as saying, "Warrior needs food badly".
zac: HA

Yeah, probably won't mean much to anyone else but semi-obscure current events about a financially-retarded ice-bound island nation combined with a small dose of dickheaded internet meme-ery equals a slightly less-stressed smr, and that saves lives.

The More You Know.

January 21, 2009

Back to Being a Geek For a Bit: Windows 7 Beta Test Run

2009 has launched with WAY too much excitement in the ol’ personal life (all pretty much good now, thanks for asking) so I’ve been kinda reveling the last week in being a Beta Nerd again. Microsoft recently released a public beta of their next Operating System, Windows 7 (codename: Making You Forget About Vista As Fast As Possible). There has been one or two earlier versions leaked in the wild, but they didn’t feature much in the way of new stuff nor were they really out long before Microsoft took the VERY wise step of trumping the leakers by making it relatively easy to get a hold of an official beta. It’s almost like they’re… eager to get this into people’s hands.

And they should be. For it is good.

Like… I replaced Vista with it in about a day good.

Microsoft seems to have finally realized that first impressions matter. Sure, most consumers don’t rush to grab betas of anything nor do they buy new OSes on the first day they litter the shelves at Best Buy. But the vast army of nerds, myself included, who DO do those things tends to be the ones writing the press and spreading the word in advance of a new Operating System’s release. And there’s quite a few of us; Microsoft originally planned to make “only” 2.5 million slots available to download the beta. That plan went out the window as even their massive file-serving infrastructure went almost all the way down under the weight of the demand, demand that was only increased by the good impressions the earliest adopters were putting out on the ‘net.

What’s so special about it? Let’s dig in:

Win7_001

Here’s my desktop as I write this post. As you can see, there’s some very non-Windows-y stuff going on, particularly with the Taskbar. In past versions of Windows, docking the Start/Taskbar to the sides of the desktop was an exercise in anomaly; it just didn’t look right. Old Windows task buttons wanted to have the full name of the app or window listed on it, which would lead to a Start bar that crept way wide into your usable desktop space. This was particularly galling since Apple’s OS X had shown the world a pretty fine way to manage a desktop task center that worked where the _user_ wanted it, not where the OS was demanding you kept it.

For web-readability’s sake, here’s the Taskbar in horizontal orientation:

Win7_002

You really need to see this in motion to understand just how much Microsoft has improved this; for one, you can FINALLY, without installing kludgy third-party applications, reorder any icon in the Taskbar or System Tray by simply clicking and dragging. Even better, the user is now the final arbiter of what shows up in the System Tray. The “can you help Aunt Melba fix her machine?” part of me always sort of appreciated the Sys Tray in Vista, XP and earlier versions of Windows; at least, when attempting to diagnose why a given machine was performing way under spec, I could sit down, look at the 67 persistent icons in the SysTray and set to removing them.

However, the incredibly anal and order-seeking part of me would always be infuriated at the two-three icons in MY SysTray from apps that a) I needed to have installed yet b) did not give any option to shut the goddamned icon off. FINALLY, a version of Windows offers us:

Win7_003

TA-DA! The Notification Area Icons Control Panel! (Yo, MS… it’s SysTray. Has been for over a decade. Stop renaming shit). Anything that WANTS to show up in the tray gets a spot in this Control Panel, where you can tell it to always be on and always show notification pop-ups, _just_ show notification pop-ups, or fuck off entirely, always. You can also drag and re-order the little bastards to your heart’s content here, too, just like the Taskbar icons now.

Another interesting aspect of Windows 7 is just how… light and fast it is. Not seems; is. Load up Vista and Win 7 on the same machine and you will able to tell the difference, particularly on a netbook. I don’t know what all they did behind the scenes to speed things up, but they did purge a lot of cruft. For example, out of the box and unlike every versions of Windows since I think 95 Rev. A, there’s no mail client bundled in. Which is weird because the free version of Windows Live Internet Mail & News Outlook 6 Express (to jam all of the names of the same one shitty mail app they’ve been puking up since 1997) that you can get with the recommended download of Windows Live Essentials is the first decent and usable free mail client Microsoft has ever made.

Windows Live Essentials is basically a bundle of apps that a lot of consumers will want… but that a lot of others will NOT want. Part of the problem with all past versions of Windows is that they’d come over-loaded with a ton of shit that Joe Six-Pack is never going to use or, worse, SHOULDN’T be using as there was almost always a better, safer alternative to whatever MS loaded by default. In this day and age, where even your drunk of an uncle does 80% of his personal computing in the “cloud”, why lard up an OS with apps that will never be called up? They just slow shit down. If you DO want the apps, they give you a link at the end of the OS install to get them on your own.

Again, I can’t express the irony that this raises in me, as the latest version of the Live Essentials suite that they’ve produced in anticipation of the Windows 7 launch is the first really good set of music, mail, photo and messengering managers they’ve built. And it won’t ship with the OS. I’m sure all the anti-trust crap MS has been put through in the past decade has something to do with this, which is a shame.

There are other cool features, even if they’re smaller in scope… the amount of efficient and awesome keyboard shortcuts one can use to move around the OS is excellent. There are some mouse gestures (or touch gestures, for you tablet users out there) that allow you to quickly maximize a window by grabbing its titlebar and tossing it towards the top of the screen, to pin it and half-width it by flicking it to the right or left… tons of economical little tricks like this are spaghetti’d through the OS now.

Even the almost-universally-loathed UAC (User Account Control) that made installing an app in Vista such a chore has been toned down without reducing the necessary security it was designed to introduce to the OS most targeted by the malware and spyware makers out there.

There’s tons more to discover and enjoy so far and, it must be reiterated: this is just the first beta. Windows 7 can only get better unless Microsoft makes an unlikely gross misstep between now and the anticipated launch later this year. But I can seriously state that this is the first operating system ever from Microsoft that actually has me excited about using the final version instead of filling me with dread about how much of my stuff is going to break when I install it (yes, every single peripheral and app I have save Daemon Tools worked without issue upon upgrading from Vista to Windows 7).

Instead of dropping $2,500 on a Macbook Pro to be my new laptop, I may just save two grand and go with a netbook running Windows 7. It’s that good.

Try it out here, if you’re feeling the urge.

January 09, 2009

Endless Fuckery

One of these years, I'll settle on the perfect set of tools for managing my online life. 2009 is already obviously not going to be that year. OCD for the win!

January 08, 2009

Whoopsie

Well. Mondo fucked the site for a bit there. Note to self and others: do not change the default URL in WordPress admin to the www version of your domain as it will go bye-bye.

January 07, 2009

Honeymoon, Round Five: Ephesus, Turkey

Yeah, I know... it's taking me longer to post pics of our honeymoon than it did to HAVE the damned thing. Life's been rather busy of late. 


Without further ado I present our trip to Ephesus, Turkey, which was pretty much our favorite site of the whole trip. More details are available at the Flickr album linked above. 

December 15, 2008

Season's Tweakings

The old design/theme of this site was beginning to feel a bit heavy to me. Yes, I realize the current one is even more National Socialist-y than the old one was, but I'm still messing around with stuff. And yeah, I further wish that I had a great story about meth, a coupla hookers with broken arms, jail time and, somehow, Nick Oliveri to go with the title of this post, but I don't. You take what you can get.

December 12, 2008

Eh. Parts of Pitts can be pretty.

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Musings From The Road, Part Duh

So, yesterday in Akron was actually nice. The folks at Corporate are cool, and what was supposed to be just some drinks after work with the boss became a very nice dinner with the boss, the boss's boss, and the CEO. Good times.

Today? Not so nice.

Pack up and leave in the morning for the drive to Pittsburgh. Somewhere along the Ohio Turnpike, my GPS, which I LIVE AND FUCKING DIE BY, gives me a "low battery" alert and fucks off to sleep. Great. Apparently, the awesome fucking Camry rental I have has that 12-volt adapter plug just for fuckin' show. The full charge I left Chicago with is alllllll gone.

I was wondering why it kept showing the battery indicator thing rather than, like, a charging icon. I'm not as perceptive as I think I am, at times.

So... I have no maps (not that I've ever once successfully navigated foreign terrain with a paper map. I'm not a fuckin' Boy Scout, alright? Don't judge me). Fuck. So I pull off the Turnpike (what, highway is too fancy for you eastern fucks? I gotcher Turnpike right here, fagmos) and break out the iPhone.

Now, I love my iPhone, but a usable GPS it is fucking not. I have a 1st gen, so it can't quite tell exactly where it is. It gives a range circle instead. So I drag the little fuckin' "I think we're... here?" pin onto the Turnpike and tell it to make that my starting point. I key in what I _think_ is my destination address and it pulls up a path that looks vaguely plausible and familiar from what I remember the GPS showing me before it decided to take a nap. I get chuggin' back to Pittsburgh.

There's a problem, tho'. Let's say our Pittsburgh office is theoretically in an office park called Beige Plaza, which has an address of 2424 Pine Rd, Pittsburgh. Let's say I type in as my destination, NOT 2424 Pine Rd, but 2424 Beige Plaza. Let's say further that Pittsburgh somehow fucking has a valid address at 2424 Beige Plaza. Let's say _even_ _further_ that I drive all the way to that address.

And realize that this can't possibly be where I'm supposed to be.

Fuck.

I call my counterpart in Pittsburgh and yeah, I'm lost. And somehow 2424 Pine Rd. is an HOUR AWAY from 2424 Beige Plaza. Even though it's in the same fucking city. God. Dammit.

At least it's raining really fucking hard by this point.

I get to the office way late, meet the crew, including a guy who's got the most absolutely fucking awesome hockey mullet I have ever freaking seen, we talk over some stuff, I figure it's high time I whip out the ol' laptop and check in with the Chicago office.

Annnnnnd I don't have my power supply. It's not in my bag. It's not in my car. I can't quite remember packing it up as I left the Akron office, so my guess is it's a gift to those fine folks. However, that doesn't do me much good in Pittsburgh.

Well, cool, the battery says I have about three hours and fifty minutes. That should suffice to check email, hibernate a bit, get some docs down, and get to the hotel. Ten minutes later, it says I have an hour of battery left. Twenty minutes after that, it dies.

Great.

Leave that office to find out the rain has become a slushstorm. Good thing I've got that awesome fucking Camry, right?!?!?

Let's digress into Pittsburgh traffic... you cocks make Chicago drivers look like the Amish. Those white lines on the pavement? You're supposed to stay within them. Try it sometime?

All your stupid hills, bridges, tunnels, lack of lighting, and no signaling can all fuck off, too.

So, an hour and a half jaunt to a Best Buy I can barely find thanks to my incredibly vague iPhone GPS, and $140 worth of GPS and universal laptop chargers later, I'm safely in my hotel. And my only dinner option for delivery (because NO FUCKING WAY am I driving one more minute) is... drumroll, please:

Domino's Pizza.

I hate this town.

December 10, 2008

Musings From The Road

Haven't had a business trip in a while, so this week's Cleveland (well, suburbs thereof), Akron and Pittsburgh swing is a smashing reminder of how much I hate business travel in the States. Some observations:

  • Hey, Travel Dept... 7:20am outta O'Hare? Fuck you. It's the busiest goddamned airport in the fucking country. And your "don't splurge on a cab if public transit is available" rule is kind of hard to fucking follow when you have to leave the house at 4:30 in the fucking morning to make the absurdly early fucking flight you fucking booked me. Yet I managed. Because, in these hard economic times... smr fucking cares. You cocks.
  • Hey, United Airlines... um, actually, nice work. Took off on time, wasn't a packed flight, got me to Cleveland twenty minutes early, which is amazing for what's such a short flight to begin with. Nice job.
  • Hey, Hopkins Int'l Airport... you're not too fuckin' bad, either. Places to smoke, not at all crowded, friendly staff, good selection of morning eats... a pleasant welcome to Ohio.
  • Hey, Dollar Rent-A-Car... I don't care what my boss says, you guys are alright. Was expecting (ugh) a Dodge Charger, got (less ugh, but still ugh) a Toyota Camry. Your clerk was charming and funny, too. Yer alright by me.
  • Hey, shabby, industrial business park my company's Akron operations are hosted in... Fuck. You. Holy shit are you a depressing cinder block vision of hell.
  • Hey, every paved road/street/highway/interstate in Ohio... ILLUMINATION, MOTHERFUCKERS, DO YOU SPEAK IT?
  • Hey, 2007 Toyota Camry 4 cylinder I said was less ugh earlier... I lied. You suck. Sure, you're basically comfy inside. But you're a wallowing fucking pig at speed on a windy highway. You accelerate about as fast as a fat boy at the end of a gym class sprint in Florida during a humind heat wave in August. Your steering is about as tight as Paris Hilton after her fourth straight day of doing blow in Ibiza. I was expecting you to at least be an easy, brainless mule to control on the highway, but instead you fought me every fuckin' yard. Really lookin' forward to wrestlin' your fat ass two hours to Pittsburgh in shit weather Thursday morning.
  • Hey, XO Communications... you retards are the fuckin' Yugo Motors of carrier circuit delivery. Just sayin'. Assholes.
  • Hey, Sheraton Four Points Hotel... why, yes, I'm gonna luxuriate in your plush matress, your supportive lounge pillows, your supple duvet... anyway you can ship my wife in so I'll actually be able to sleep?

Feh. Now where the fuck's my food delivery, dammit? I wanna see what passes for high-end Italian in this town.

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