This is one of the most brilliant pieces of intertube activism I have ever seen. Please Rob Me. Combines public messaging and location services to tell the world who is not at home, and where to go to rob them. It is all about raising public awareness of the lack of intertube privacy we have established with our mobile location services. I happily broadcast the location of my phone using google locate.
On a less fun note please I was going to link you to a read about how Google’s miss step with their cool tweeting service Buzz caused some more serious problems. A compelling post on the blog Fugivitus would have told an interesting story about how gmail’s assumption that everyone you have an email conversation is a friend. Well in the case of this blogger much of her gmail correspondence was with her violent ex husband who she was hiding from. The moment she clicked yes to buzz he was alerted to her google reader, picasa and youtube accounts. From this he found out where she was hiding from him. I hope that she is okay, but I now can see that her blog has be made private.
Curbing your dog is the law. Stoop and scoop. Gag and bag. What ever you call it, things have improved over the laissez faire lassie faeces of the last generation of dog owners. Dogs the size of cows were allowed to roam unchecked around playgrounds, beachs and pools. Now all those treacherous turd landmines are delicately defused by soho sappers who place them in small baggies meant for the task. However parks have prevented people from placing packaged pet poop in park garbage pails, and now these lovely translucent bags of bottom booty are found every where. They hang from trees, they line the curbs, they are thrown in yards. And since they are encased in plastic bags they are likely to sit there for ever. Unforeseen consequence of protecting park garbage pails.
I had the pleasure of attending a most amazing exhibit of the works of Leonardo Da Vinci. Hundreds of his original sketches are on display at the Vancouver Art Gallery. The exhibit is also free. There was a huge line at Robson Square apparently 6 hours in length. But it was not for Leonardo. It was for people waiting to get a ticket to ride the 8 storey high zip line that dangles above Robson Street. The red arrows are the line up for the zip line the yellow arrow is the start of the zip line. It is cool. Click on the image to see it in action.
The sad thing was that there was no real line for Leonardo’s sketches. Which a collection of 200 that is unlikely to appear anywhere again in our lifetime.
This is a test of smooth view next gen gallery wordpress plug in. Still working on it. The picture quality has a massive drop off. But I am still working on trying to get things properly uploaded. This is what I had to do get Next GEN gallery to upload anything at all.
- make hughmacleod.com accessible with ssh-bash on PLESK panel
- delicately adjust php.ini. to change the upload_max_filesize to 32M
- delicately adjust php.ini. to reflect a post_max_size to 64M
- then reboot the apache server, which I did through PLESK.
- I can upload photos now, but they look fugly.
Every day that I am home in the morning my dad (who is 88 years old) and I walk up to the McDonalds on 4th Avenue and get a snack. Dad has a muffin and a tea, and I steal most of his muffin and drink what is left over of his tea. This day that we were sitting there I distinctly heard someone say “f#ck you Rick Hansen.” It was neither my dad nor I as we have nothing against the fine man. Then I heard someone say “f#ck you Cindy Loeb.” Then I heard the disembodied voice utter “f#ck you Stephen Harper.” It was then that I realized that enormous man sitting across from my dad and I was uttering these expletives under his breath every time he turned the page of the news paper. Pretty angry guy. I noticed that he had the word “h – a – t – e” tattooed on the fingers of his left hand in lovely calligraphy. Then he did his ventriloquism of venom again and said “better get your f@cking f@nances in order (mumble mumble) your time is up.” Well that was when our time was my dad and I high tailed it out the Micky Dees as the mumbling giant seemed ready to erupt.