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Took this picture yesterday in the middle of my Bay-to-Breakers training run.

Thing is, sublime views like this are a regular thing in SF and every day is a beautiful day.

I’m so glad I’m here. I think you should come, too.

We’ve been waiting for you.»I don’t know why this phrase popped into my head. Googling on it yields results for pages that address spiritual and religious matters. Though I am an anti-religious science-inclined agnostic and believe that what we know about our universe is the product of empiricism and the historical record, I am OK with this unexpected link between marking time and things unknown. Happy New Year.«

Mind-blowing documentary about the people who come to The Gathering of the Juggalos. In the Vimeo comment thread, user Daniel Cronin links to photographs taken at the gathering over the last two years.

I plan on upgrading by the end of August, mainly to save on getting a haircut.»I’m joking, people.«

Three weeks ago, I was traveling to Gilroy on CalTrain.

I missed my first train because holiday traffic was so heavy so would have to wait another half hour for the next (non-express) train.

I sat down on a bench inside the terminal, a glass and I-beam affair that was more aviary than pomo playhouse. At some point, someone had sprayed some warm liquid on my left arm. I looked around to see who had done so and, I think, I exclaimed What the fuck?. No one among the nearly thirty people nearby acted as if they noticed, which I suppose if you were in the pomo aviary and some random black-Korean guy jumped up and yelled What the fuck? would you visibly react? The young senior man to my left and the pretty young woman to my right didn’t even look over.

I looked up to the I-beam above and saw a pigeon—accompanied by a dozen of its fellows in various stages of sitting, jostling, and landing—fold its wings and waddle back into place.

The train was delayed by more than half an hour and departed on a different track.

Nostalgic and funny, reminiscent and regretful, exactly anonymous.

Wishlisted.

Fabrice Bellard, the developer of FFmpeg, has built a virtual machine in JavaScript to run a customized instance of Linux. Absolutely amazing.

According to the linked post, one can skip floors in an elevator by simultaneously pressing a destination floor and the close doors button»Press and hold?«.

This post is for informational purposes only. I advise against trying this in a production environment.

Every Tuesday night when Laverne & Shirley aired»Yes, in the 1980s.«, I was baffled that my friend would end our conversation so she could watch.

What we needed was SMS.

David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest came up in conversation recently, and I thought of this attempt to spatially map the relationships between novel’s main characters. The graphic spurs me to think about an interactive hypertext object for the novel, other than the novel itself.