You’ve Been Hacked!

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Students are taking some time getting used to the new “network homes” thing. In previous years, all J-School Macs had a single sign-on. Private files were stored in remote protected folder shares. This year, a student can walk up to any of our 82 new 20″ iMac G5s and log in as themselves. A few seconds later, they’re looking at their desktop, their documents, their email and bookmarks, etc.

The system is working marvelously, except that some people aren’t quite comprehending that if they walk away from a terminal, anyone can sit down and steal/delete/alter any of their content. Loud lectures from the sysadmin aren’t making a difference, so yesterday I made (a larger version of) this wallpaper. Now when we find a machine left logged in, we copy this file into the user’s home and make it their wallpaper. Could have done a nicer job on the lettering, but it’s not meant to be fine art, and it gets the job done. Reaction so far seems to be one of mixed embarassment and satori.

It’s the “Ah-Hah!” part I’m after.

Music: Nina Simone :: The Other Woman

Bzzzpeek

Bzzzpeek: Sounds of frogs, firetrucks, cuckoo clocks and donkeys as spoken by children from around the world, wrapped up in a nicely done international flag interface. Accepting contributions from children around the world.

This project focuses on the pronunciation and comparison of these sounds by presenting them side by side as each language expresses them differently.

Impossible to tell how much of the variance is due to culture and how much to individual differences in kids, but this is interesting to me in part because Miles had such a gas with it and in part because I’ve been working on a sort-of-similar project for about two years now (but in video, rather than Flash). Promise to have it done by this Christmas (famous last words).

Music: Erik Truffaz :: Minaret

Shark-Eating Octopus

Keepers wondered why they kept finding shark carcasses on the aquarium floor, until one of them decided to stay up all night with a video camera. When they put sharks and octopi together in the tank, nobody guessed that a mere invertebrate could inhale sharks like nachos. Video at KQED/Nature (works in Firefox, not in Safari).

Music: Stump :: Buffalo

Lobotomy Inventor Could Lose Nobel

Between the 1930s and the 1970s, lobotomies actually helped about 10% of the people upon whom they were performed. Many of the remaining 90% of lobotomy recipients were left in a vegetative state and spent the rest of their lives in institutions. Now, 30 years after doctors stopped performing lobotomies (electroshock and drugs took over where physical brain scrambling left off), groups are mobilizing to strip lobotomy inventor Egas Moniz of the Nobel prize he was awarded half a century ago. Associated Press:

“How can anyone trust the Nobel Committee when they won’t admit to such a terrible mistake?” asks Christine Johnson, a Levittown, N.Y., medical librarian who started a campaign to have the prize revoked.

Ironic to think that if he had born 30 years earlier, Joey Ramone probably would have been a prime candidate for the barbaric procedure. Instead, his song Teenage Lobotomy became a proto-punk smash hit.

Deuteranopic

I’m one of those people who don’t see numbers in most of the color-blindness crop circles. Have never minded, nor known what I’m missing (though I have at times felt bored by the available spectrum and daydreamed that some genius will come up with a new primary color one of these days). Vischeck helps normally-sighted people visualize how the world looks to color-blind people — a process that proved fascinating to Amy just now.

But the really cool thing at Vischeck is their web page processor, constructed to help web designers see how their sites will look to color blind users. Running the test in deuteranopia mode, pages look identical to me before and after.

I had been on the job two years before I learned that most people see the J-School‘s homepage as greenish — I had always thought of it as beige or tan. The designer who preceded me should have used Vischeck :)

Note: Planned downtime at the jschool today as we undertake a Tiger Server upgrade.

Music: Jean Bosco Mwenda :: Watoto Wawili

Summer Project

Bath Remodel Break Took less than two hours to remove the toilet and sink, pry out the baseboards, and chisel out the floor tiles (sledgehammer, goggles, earplugs). It’ll take the rest of the summer to rebuild our main bathroom. Got the tiles out without gloves, then cut myself pretty good throwing them in the trash. Busted tile sharp as razors. Next up: recondition walls and smooth out flooring with thinset mortar, paint, re-tile, install new sink and toilet, lighting, and new shower fixtures. It’ll be nice to have a bathroom not reminiscent of Holiday Inn.

Music: Brian Eno :: Bottomliners

GIF Pronunciation Page

Finally, archaeological evidence for the correct pronunciation of the acronym “GIF.” Not sure about the claim that Mac users tend to say GIF and Windows users JIF — never noticed a correlation there, but it does lead to a great user comment on the site:

First of all let me say that Mac zealots should be rounded up into cattle cars, gassed to death and incinerated to make certain there is no remaining genetic material that might infect the rest of the gene pool. I group Mac-heads with NAMBLA, the flat earth society and regional militia. I say this merely to point out that how violently I would oppose aligning myself with this much confused group. However, there can be only one correct pronunciation of the acronym GIF. And that pronunciation begins with a hard G as you would find in the word “graphic”. Still have trouble forming the correct sound? Try this. Begin to say GIF as if you were saying the word “graphic”, abandon the final six letters as you slip into the acronym. GIF, there you’ve said it correctly.

I agree with this guy (about the pronunciation part), but will defer to the authors of the format and return to using “JIF” in pronunciation. Even if it’s wrong. Dammit.

Thanks baald

Music: Twink :: Cloud Watcher

Lion’s Mouth

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30+ years ago, used to spend summer afternoons at Atascadero Lake and its adjoining zoo. It was a crappy little lake, but it was what we had (spent a lot more time in the ocean than in the lake; this is where we’d go for company picnics, playdates with cousins, etc). Hadn’t given a thought since then to the fiberglass lion head / drinking fountain at the zoo entrance, and was amazed last weekend to find it still intact, despite total reconstruction of the zoo (much for the better). Miles ran right up to it, worked the handle himself, got totally doused. A rush of memories came flooding back. Comforting to see that a few good things occasionally withstand the ravages of modernization.

Music: Mekons :: Psycho Cupid

Stale Mail

In the eternal quest to clear the inbox (aka The Impossible Dream), I responded to a message today dated June 2003, with something like “Let’s face reality – I’m never going to give this the thoughtful response it deserves, but thanks for the energy you put into this thread.” It’s a cop-out I know, but also necessary/pragmatic. This got me thinking – is there, like, a statute of limitations on the age of email messages? After what point is it just pointless to bother responding? Can you delete unanswered messages after a year without having to apologize for it? I know I’m not alone in this dilemma. How old is your oldest unanswered message? The one you keep around because you just know one night you’ll get around to responding (I actually have some older than June 2003 and would love an excuse to just can them).

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Colr Pickr

As KrazyDad, Jim Bumgardner produces dozens of web toys every year. His most recent is Colr Pickr — select a color value from a wheel and find Flickr images whose average value match the selected color.

To those that question the utility of this little application, let me point out that it is a toy — like all the stuff on my website. It’s purpose is simply to provide wonder and delight. Nothing more, nothing less. Isn’t that enough? — jbum