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Posts from May, 2009

Petty Gender

Horia is a boy name, goddammit!

I know it ends in an ‘a.’ I know I have long blond hair. I know I’m thin. I know I grab guys’ asses a bit too often. I know I can’t grow a damn beard. But before saying ’she’ when you mean me, you could do a little googling, eh? Just to see what kind of a name ‘Horia’ is.

And no, I’m not a she-male!

Stand Up Straight

Here’s to good friends and old habits, to sweat and elbows, and old friends and good manners.

Here’s to new friends, and lips I don’t want to kiss, and easy laughter, pretty smiles and checkered shirts. To dark beer and blond hair, to good coffee and strong wind, to cold showers and warm, long walks.
Here’s to endless talks and strong bitter drinks, to the family you have and to that which you choose; to the younger you and the older counterpart.

Here’s to good music and strong arms on weary legs, to soft hands and rapid blinks. To cheep beer and murky water, and to being alone, and to other things that matter.

Thank you.

Sorry, Teach

I’m a web developer, but I also moonlight as a trainer.

Today, I saw my lowest attendance yet: 20%
Lately, the students are  frequently late, so I did not make much of it when I got started with the seminar. After about an hour, it became clear that at most one other person will show up. He didn’t, though.

While having the time to deal with your students seems great, in the end, you’re left with a lot of time on your hands. You get to focus on a reduced set of bugs, you don’t need to direct your speech to many people, so you get to wrap up a lot faster. Even though you need to briefly go over yesterday’s topics.

I was kinda glad to have an extra hour, it’s been a while since that happened, but I wonder if that’s the way my college teachers and lecturers and assistants felt. One in five is a low ratio anyway you look at it. This should tell you that you’re doing something wrong. Or maybe they’re just not that interested in the subject. Or maybe you simply lack charisma. Or maybe everyone had a tough day and simply couldn’t make it.

Paranoia or coincidence — which would you rather?

Google’s twitter search

I told you about my wet dream about twitter search and geolocaton.

Last week, Google brought onto us a new set of options for the search interface.
You can now filter your results by type (all, video, bla-bla) you can select to view images from found pages or use the wonderful Wonder Wheel.

The thing that gave me an adrenaline rush was the option to filter results by time and time frame. My favorite: ‘recent results!’
It’s like twitter search, only better. Imagine this in sets. Clearly, you can get updates from twitter, but the result set from Google includes that of twitter search(and many more for that matter)

It gets better. You can sort your results by date or by relevance. Read: pure Google power, brought to you in real time!

If you use Opera, this will make sense to you:
You can create a custom search that links directly to the Recent Results section. Just use this as the URL
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&client=opera&rls=en&tbo=1&tbs=rcnt%3A1&q=%s&btnG=Search
My keyword is ‘now’ but you can use whatever you like.

What I’ve learned from this is that my wet dream might just come true.

Also, someone at Google reads my blog.

All About Trash, Baby

Trash is everywhere, right?

One of the many problems that come with living in a city, small or big, is the trash. The bigger the city, the more littering that takes place. Simply living in a more civilized country does not mean that you get less garbage on the streets, or that people don’t flick away stuff they don’t need anymore.

Without meaning to insult any of the leading tourist attractions in Europe, I humbly propose a  new system to take care of the tons of garbage that populate the streets of any metropolis.

Hire more drudges, have more sweepers on the street. Then measure the amount of trash they bring in. It doesn’t matter if it’s dust or tin foil or plastic bags. If it’s on the street and it shouldn’t be, it’s rubbish.

Then, give out bonuses to said workers based on how much trash they bring in. Naturally, there would be a base salary and a minimum quota. But after that, it’s every broom for itself. This would motivate sweepers to be more thorough in their work. And this is just Phase One.

Phase Two is easy, really. Increase the citizen tax to compensate for the huge bonuses you’re giving the cleaners. It will only take a couple of years until people understand that the more they litter, the more they pay. This will encourage the citizens to be more “environmentally aware.” This will also make them hound others that litter, as they’d feel as though they’re picking up the check. City officials would have to make this tax very obvious, have huge notices on the tax forms, and anywhere else that’s relevant to this issue.

Until the people pick up on this, you can use some of the cash flow to install more trash bins around the city. The thing is that you’d need to pay the public garbage pickup team a bit more, since the weight of the trash collected from the bins would increase over time. All city officials need to do is not make a fuss about that tax. Everything should be fine then.

You’d get the people to do the cleaning for you, before any actual cleaning needs to be done.
Also, for a while, you’d be offering more jobs. Firs with the brooms, and then with the pickup crews. Then there’s also the good PR of having a very clean city.

Win-win-win, anybody?

Russian Oil

My friend / client / boss just told me about a disturbing piece of news.

We were speaking of wars just the other night, and today, she tells me that Russia is going for the Arctic and its oil.

Naturally, I confirmed everything with a simple twitter search.

So, will there be blood or just oil?

The Ladybug

It started at a blog meet.

Two friends mentioned her, and I picked up her name and just that. Later that night, we met. In all that peculiarity, I decided I should ask for a green light from one of the two friends. He promptly answered: “Don’t! [Tell you tomorrow].” So I didn’t.

The explanation didn’t help her, but I cannot dislike a person based on someone else’s opinion. So I went searching for my own.
We talked, we met, then talked some more. Nothing bad had happened to me. I need to see blood and gore, feel it. I need to be on the receiving end, either directly, or by an association made by me based on my own will.

Tonight, I got to see the gore. The relationship between two women is a funny thing to observe. Jealousy, envy and pure evil are commonplace. Subtlety is not. Reason is not. ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!’ But what set her off? Right now, I just don’t care.

All the stories you hear about a person — good and bad — will never compare to seeing said person behave freely and based on the illusion of their own free will. Mindless insults might get you far in your field, but where I come from, they get you black and blue.

Ladybug, no. That was not nice!
Now I have to buy chocolate.

The Tram Driver

In one way or another, we love getting back at people who wrong us.

Whether we like it, acknowledge it or do it consciously does not matter. The intensity of the backlash varies from a change in tone to surprise buttsex. It’s all shades of gray.

This form of retribution is most often present in relationships, long-term ones being favored here. I have a co-worker whose girlfriend pays him frequent visits at the office, and when she’s not there she’s either texting him or calling him on the phone, preferably while we’re having our lunch. I see how it bugs him most of the time, and how he treats her in return. It’s all roses and peaches when they go out, I’ve seen, but when you’re stressed by your deadline, you really don’t want to be nagged by your dandelion, now do you.

With this in mind, I point you to a news article I just read. It’s about a tram crash, in Boston.
http://www.theregister.co.uk/2009/05/11/tram_crash_texting/

What you should notice is what the tram driver told the police he was texting his girlfriend at the time of the crash, and that’s why he failed to prevent it. If you didn’t notice the pure evil in that, let me point it out to you. His girlfriend is probably a woman, and women can get on mens nerves, especially if they nag them at work. This tram diver was probably no different.

The guy could’ve said that he was working his phone, or reading a message or that he fell asleep from too much sex, but he took his 15 minutes of fame to get back at his girlfriend for nagging him at work.

“Yes, officer. I was typing a message to that horrible cunt. You know I had to pay attention or else I might have written something that could have been easily misinterpreted. And you know I had to make it snappy, or else she would have thought I don’t care. — You on the camera got that, right? I was texting my goddamn girlfriend!”

Sometimes I think I have a problem.

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