Once a legitimate blog. Now just a collection of memes 'n menz.
What audio geek does not appreciate some nekkid pix?
I want to say that getting the top cover off was the hardest point, but getting it back on was much, much worse. More than once the fiddly bits that keep it locked in place went flying when I was trying to get them back in. Thankfully I found them each time.
Curiosity almost killed the cat.
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QUADROS House / gruta.arquitetos
Bauru, Brazil
333 m² = 3584 ft²
Photographs: Daniel Santo
The house design was developed to accommodate a couple and their three children. On a 620m² lot within a gated community, care was taken to ensure the layout was compartmentalized in a way that the required setbacks could integrate the social spaces.
By densifying the private areas into a longitudinal block, it became possible to understand how to configure the layout, and the starting point emerged.
The family shares an integrated dynamic, practicing music, visual arts, and gastronomy. Occasionally, the activities occur simultaneously, and the suggestion of a permeable social environment facilitated the communion between the practices.The social area encompasses virtually the entire functional program of the house, with an office/studio and living/music room separated by a clearing with a jaboticaba tree and an adjoining kitchen/barbecue area, transitioning to the back where the swimming pool and television room are located.
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A longtime favorite of mine. Believe it or not, even with tube feeding I still get a sense of the taste of stuff that goes in, so it might be worth it…
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This particular CD Walkman, the Sony D-EJ915 is among my favorites the company produced in the late 90s. While it has no built-in display (you need the external remote to see track numbers, times, and to access all the secondary functions like programming and sound control), it does have physical buttons on the unit itself to handle all the basic functions. I have the remote, but I hate Sony MD/CD remotes so it’s always important to me that I can access the basic functions from the player itself.
I understand the 915 was their flagship model from 1999 to 2000 and it reeks of quality. The top case is solid aluminum, has skip-free G-Protection and seems to run forever on two gum stick batteries. It’s also among the last players Sony made that allowed you to see the spinning disc (a big plus for me just because).
Shadowfax’s Dreams of Children dates from about 1984 and while not era-specific to the player (something YouTube guys like to point out when demoing/repairing their equipment), for me it invokes memories of San Francisco and embodies my whole “New Age” music period. I found it at a thrift store for $1 earlier this week.
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CAUTION: Geek stuff ahead.
Every year, like clockwork a new macOS appears at WWDC. And every year I swear I’m not going to install it until the final version is released to the public. At that point it’s generally assumed that all the big bugs have been worked out—although this isn’t the Apple of fifteen years ago and there are always seem to be glitches now.
Based on everything I’ve read online since last week, the latest iteration macOS, aka Golden Gate—even Developer Beta 1—is incredibly stable right out of the gate.
It purports to address all the complaints that have plagued Tahoe since it was released a year ago, kind of how Snow Leopard concentrated on fixing everything that was wrong with Leopard.
Naturally curious—but cautious since I’ve been burned too many times in the past—to play with a new OS, I created a new container on my Mac and loaded Golden Gate there. Yeah, this route is safest one possible short of installing it on an external drive and lets me play with it without putting any of my data at risk (I backup my entire drive every night to external storage, so even if something gets screwed up I can always wipe and restore everything from the night before). The downside is that this is basically a virgin installation and none of my apps are accessible (although even that seems to be working for the first time with Golden Gate), rendering the whole exercise kind of immaterial for personal real-world testing.
In a fit of madness last night, I threw caution to the wind. I made a full backup of my Tahoe installation, created a new USB Tahoe installer(in case I needed to wipe everything and reinstall that OS and then restore from my backup). And installed Golden Gate on my main drive.
After installing, the machine rebooted and…well, it worked.
I checked all my apps and everything functioned normally. (I know, I just jinxed it by writing that, didn’t I?)
16 hours in, and I’m pleasantly surprised. It’s far more responsive than Tahoe ever was, and for the most part all the graphic glitches and inconsistencies that Tahoe gave us are finally gone. Maybe the change of the head of software development at Apple is actually bringing about real change.
The only thing I worry about is that as the development cycle continues through the summer toward the release of the finished product in September or October is that in the past, each new beta—while squashing bugs in the previous release—often introduced new ones, rendering the whole installation unusable, or at least severely compromised from the previous version.
To that end, I’m going to keep my backup from yesterday intact, but I will also create another backup on a separate external drive of my new install and continue to back that up nightly so if—in case the unthinkable happens and some future beta fucks things up—I can still go back to Tahoe and restore any new material I created under Golden Gate since upgrading.
I’ve also learned to keep copies of the installers for each beta iteration so I can go restore to the most recent unfucked one instead of bailing completely and returning to the previous OS.
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What is unfolding at the Kennedy Center:
This joyous subtraction.
This glorious removal.
This is the collective jubilation of watching a vile disfigurement reversed, a terrible stain erased, a brutal injury repaired.
With the smallest restoration of justice unfolding on a massive wall of white marble, we are experiencing on a microscopic scale what it feels like when a tyrant falls.
And this is just a heartening foretaste of what is coming if we choose to manifest it together.
It can be a harbinger of what is possible; the nation we might still fashion out of the hideous bastardization we have become, but only if we remember who the hell we are and what is still within our hands.
We can be blamed for our shared amnesia.
For a decade, we have been living inside a malignant narcissist’s fever dream, never getting to fully exhale from one unprecedented violation of Democracy or humanity or legality before being thrust into another. The relentlessness has been both by design and effective.
We’ve begun to believe that this lawless authoritarianism is our fate, that our termination has been ordained, that the funeral for our Republic is inevitable. We’ve allowed ourselves to be gaslighted into apathy and beaten into resignation, believing that our agency has all but evaporated.
But those twelve letters ripped from their unearned spot on hallowed ground remind us that we can always reverse our course into the abyss in the way that so many other beleaguered nations have done before us; by wielding the weapon of our collective humanity like a wrecking ball.
We can, and we will tear it all the hell down, demolish every garish monument to his vanity. We can, and we will, take back every undeserved spoil, rebuild every bulldozed bit of history. We can, and we will, rewrite the pathetic fiction he has spent crafting where he is noble, revered, or beloved.
Like those letters, his efforts to craft his legacy will all fall. The raking light of truth will eventually burn away all his desperate myths typed out in midnight all-caps diatribes.
Before this is over, We the People are going to take that vile, traitorous sex offender’s name and handprints off of every part of this nation that he has poisoned and polluted over the last decade.
He and his cadre of racist, phobic, sycophantic enablers are going to be made legally and politically accountable, and together, we are going to course correct from the greatest shared error in our 250-year history.
He will not write our epitaph.
We will outvote and outnumber and outlove his cultic disciples and tear down every remnant of him and of his disgraceful movement.
First, this single wall of marble and then our beloved nation, both can be freed from the sickening stain of his cancerous presence once and for all.
May all decent, patriotic Americans be heard and counted in these moments.
May the demolition of his inhumanity begin.
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One of the apartments I lived in…
It was brand new when I moved in. I was the first resident, something I always strove for when moving. In fact, I waited several months for construction to be completed while I remained in the townhouse I shared with my ex and a mutual friend.
The complex fell into complete disrepair in the early 2000s. It was kind of disheartening to see what a disaster it had become. The first word that comes to mind is “ghetto.”
But sometime since then, it was purchased by a different company and completely renovated. Based on the website, I’d say the transformation is stunning.
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Actually, you’d probably get a contact high and the meat would be stringy. Could be turned into pet food, however.
No wait, I wouldn’t do that to a pet either.
Maybe just convert it to fertilizer?
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There would be no separation between the Living Room and Kitchen/Dining. I like the idea of walking in and being able to see all the way to the back of the house.
Also, that Jack-and-Jill bedroom/playroom arrangement wouldn’t fly. I can think of nothing worse than growing up and having to share a room with my sister. I mean, I love her to death and all, but c’mon.
At least this one has a chimney! 🤣
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Clash of the Titans (1981)
Raiders Of The Lost Ark (1981)
Mel Brooks’ History Of The World Part 1 (1981)
It was a good day, indeed.
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