in this city

for those who like aminals

(in the photo section)

this video ain’t for the faint of heart. it’s an hour long and assumes knowledge of things like memory addressing and hyper-transport buses. and actually, i think the fact that i watched the whole thing has convinced me that i really am a cs majo…i kinda wanna kick my own ass and call me names like ‘four-eyes’.
hacking the xbox ‘security system’

shh…don’t tell nobody.
truthfully doesn’t feel that much different—for now. i haven’t had a chance to try time machine yet, but mail, ichat and ical are nice. spaces is pretty sweet though probably more useful with less screen real estate. and it is super fast, even on my g4. i think they’re still hidin the real goods tho.

no, that’s it. i switched to dreamhost.

they’re nice people.

or wordpressisized my brother’s blog today, eventually i’ll get around to doing this one too.

i’ve been using wp a fair amount recently, including implementing it as a cms for stand (an interesting project in itself). the switch was mostly painless, though it took me longer than it should have to export the posts from blogger, mostly because the wp import tool only works if you publish your blogger to a blogspot account (you’d think with the number of people using blogger/wp this information would have been more readily available).

i’m pretty sure the highlight was when dreamweaver uploaded the first 1024 bytes of the css file i had spent the day rewriting and then—and here’s the kicker—managed to overwrite the local version as well! so i was left with a truncated file and no backup! then i got to try and remember all of the changes i’d made, and the site was live already—yay!

seriously, how the hell does that happen?

yesterday was the first in what i’m sure is going to be a long line of television appearances by yours truly. yep yep yep, i can already see my name in lights (‘im gonna be in pictas’).

my good deal with dave lieberman ‘walk-on’ (apparently that’s what the kids are callin em these days) was a gift from none other than mi madre, in honor of my recent graduation from wesTECH. truthfully, as i expected, it was all business for everyone else there. i was part of a dinner party scene—you know, at the end of the show when they serve something to their friends who proceed to ask really probing questions like ‘what makes this sauce so tangy?’ and use words like ‘zing’. everyone else at ‘the party’ was a mildly-disgruntled food network office worker being ‘dragged’ away from their desk except this one guy who’s friend asked him to do this, and was aint no fan. safe to say i had to curb my enthusiasm. on the other hand, actually being on the food network is like, the best thing ever.

on the bright side, the food was really awesome. avocado salad, braised brisket & mango-ginger granita. i always wondered if that stuff is even food or if they’re totally faking it—fear not, it’s real and it’s fuckin good. what i didnt realize is that they shoot the cooking/eating scenes separately, as in all the cooking for this episode was filmed weeks ago. all i got to see was dave make some fancy snow-cone dessert. everyone was pretty cool, including dave himself. the actual socializing among ‘dinner guests’ is totally ridiculous: you are forced to have incredibly awkward conversation with total strangers who you are pretending are old mates while fifteen people and two cameras are watching your every move. any time somebody says something mildly interesting they make everybody go back and do it again to be sure they got coverage. then they tell lots of (very bad) jokes to try and get shots of everybody having the time of their lives and in the end, somehow it turns out looking like a seamless and mostly-legit evening…ah the magic of tv.

sadly, as the shoot was in a rented apartment and not some food network studio there were no other food network stars for me to fawn over/embarass myself in front of. i didn’t even get to bust out my knowledge of hot off the grill with bobby flay which i am convinced would have made bobby immediately invite me to his restuarant and a taping of iron chef america. to my credit i tried to make some connex to get that iron chef america hook up—i remain hopeful.

dave said he like my watch. burning with envy yet?

low light (ironically) / my own pusiness made my photos less than stellar.
pathetically, this may be the best one:

i’ll holler at you when my dvd drops.

in doing a bit of research for the project im working on with my new boss as well as some other blokes i work with for the bbc ive come accross some really cool interactive installation stuff, most of which i can only wish to do at some point. this is one of the highlights, its called thermoesthesia (as in the icicles really feel cold):

homemade meal accross the pond. good to know that some things are truly universal. ahh tuna fish, like tender flaky pieces of hominess. bravo. i only forgot one thing: napkins.

(yes, i made my sandwich look purdy for this picture…what?! need i remind you—i know no one in this city country continent.)

my first day in glasgow, and if i werent deleriously tired i might try to blog it proper. in the meantime, enjoy a photo. im gonna go die now.