I need to get out more.

...nothing is more damaging to teh adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure.

[...]

My point is that you do not need me or anyone else around to bring this new kind of light in your life. It is simply waiting out there for you to grasp it, and all you have to do is reach for it.

--Chris McCandless

From the archives

Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2004 14:56:59 -0600 (MDT)
From: Bryce C Anderson 
To:  [redacted]
Subject: Broken link.

Your webpage at http://[redacted]/elisp/major-modes.html has a
link that purports to be a link to a Verilog Emacs mode.  When clicked,
it actually goes to a porn site called "shemale-review.com".  If you are
still maintaining this website,  you may want to do something about that.
:)

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Bryce Anderson

"They say a little knowledge is a dangerous
thing,  but it's not half so bad as a lot
of ignorance."  -- Terry Pratchett

Geohashing: the dance craze sweeping the nation!

For the technically disinclined, it's a way to generate a bunch of random location every day, generally within a hundred miles of you, the intrepid adventurer. Call it your daily flash mob.

It looks like the Wasatch Front is bisected by a latitude and longitude line, so every day there are four separate points to choose from. Today, the most accessible one is out on Antelope Island.

It looks straightforward enough, it wouldn't be hard to build an RSS feed or a Twitter agent that would publish the day's points as soon as the market opened. The only thing I'm unsure about is getting the market data.

I've also spent a bit of time thinking about alternate reality topographies. Combining the ideas could make for an interesting ARG.

You could alter the geohashing concept by allowing people to define their own center point and scaling factor, maybe add their own private salt (geek term) so their results were different from anyone else's.

This could make a nifty Facebook app. Seriously, they're better at keeping track of your friends than I could ever implement.

The littlest typewriter

I just got my XO-1!

Er... tiny green laptop with Shrek ears? John Negroponte? Quest to educate every child on the planet by throwing dirt cheap, durable hardware at small children?

Here's a self-portrait.

...

Okay, that didn't work out so well. I'll figure it out later.

It's tiny, it's cute, it makes people wonder if I mugged a Nigerian kid to get it. The battery is less awesome than I expected. It runs for about three hours rather than the expected six. I'm not sure who made that promise, though, so I can hardly claim to be disappointed. The keyboard is even smaller than I expected, but I'm managing.

I'm sending this from Sam Weller's book store, which has rock solid wireless. My apartment? Not so much. A few people have already asked about it, so it's a great conversation piece.

Later.

Boom boom, redux

I just watched a police officer fire two shots outside my apartment window. I didn't see the guy he was shooting at until later, but he was lying in the gutter. I just hadn't poked my head up high enough to see him for myself. Watching the crime scene afterwards, it seemed that the officer thought the man was waving a gun, and I know they were looking for it afterwards. I don't know if they found it.

Things have settled down now. The street is taped off, but most of the police cars have left. Outside my window, an officer is taking notes on a clipboard.

Boom boom!

I woke up this morning at 6:36AM. At 6:38, I heard two thundering explosions from the direction of downtown Salt Lake City. Now, I heard last night that they were knocking down a building as part of the ongoing reconstruction. But you have to figure that at least a few people in this town are scurrying to their bomb shelters. "Hurry up, Marge! The Islamofascists are attacking!"

Yeah, yeah. Demolition derby. While we're still young, Bryce.

Regrets

Yeah, that last entry reads a hell of a lot like a suicide note. That's not going to happen. I wish I knew what is going to happen, but I don't. I knew when I started this blog, that every time I was a little too open about my life, I'd become marginally less employable. I don't know how anyone would reconcile last week's spleen venting with their concept of a stalwart, dependable employee. I know I can't.

It would be easy to simply un-write it. But I won't. It seems more honest to leave it.

I'll try to scrape together some demolition derby-induced epiphanies for tomorrow.