2003-08-22»
mozilla coffee»Ronald J Tarpley is a coffee seller and Mozilla geek. So he’s set up a line of coffees that support Mozilla. [insert java support joke here]
Hmm. I need to rig up some kind of remaindered URLs feature here.
Ronald J Tarpley is a coffee seller and Mozilla geek. So he’s set up a line of coffees that support Mozilla. [insert java support joke here]
Hmm. I need to rig up some kind of remaindered URLs feature here.
Okay, this is fairly ingenious. Here’s a wiki spin-off which places small purple permalinks at the bottom of each paragraph, so that you can refer to them elsewhere. I was wondering how they deal with matching the right permalinks to paragraphs that have changed (do some sort of ingenious diff? Some weird Xanadu-derived algorithm?). Then I played around, and I realised – they just use the Wiki nature. The program sticks in a permalink whenever it sees a paragraph without one. It appears in the text itself as “{nid0}”. Wiki editors choose where it should go.
Sorry about the not-blogging. To be honest, the response to that Perl vs Python deliberation rather freaked me out. It wasn’t terribly well thought-out, yet was followed by dozens of smart responses by people who I assumed spent their spare time simulating 1024×1024 cellular automata in their heads, or inventing a new form of anthrax and then devising the antidote – not reading me. It’s a bit like mumbling into your dictaphone and then discovering a little wire that leads out of it into Broadcasting House. I got the Fear.
I promise to be more slapdash.
Bikinis in Saudi Arabia: info-anarchy as cultural imperialism. Noted without comment. I do wish Bill would come a bit more out into the fray. He keeps punting out these ideas and then never replies to the criticisms (apart from in this constrained environment of mind-tennis game with Siva Vaidhyanathan). I’m sure he must read his detractors. Who is he talking to?
Siva says that “this issue is not about bikinis in Saudi Arabia”, but of course it is. It is about the ability of a government to assert appropriate authority over online activity, whether it is in breach of copyright law or against public standards of morality. Pushing for information anarchy is just another way of endorsing US cultural imperialism, with its stress on US values and free trade. When cultural floodgates are opened – and abandoning any possibility of regulating the net in favour of p2p-induced anarchy would open them – then US culture comes to dominate. Look at the film industry or the games market.
Alright, noted without much comment.
Ups and downs. Ada got her first food and I got my first dunking in rice cereal today. She’s also a bit poorly with her first virus. She takes being ill well: lots of pained half-smiles and plenty of sleep. I am completely amazed that harmless childhood viruses really do result in red polka-dots. I thought that only happened in cartoons. We carry some entertainingly visual DNA fragments on our broad shoulders.
We’ve been running a competition on NTK to get people to redesign shit nebsites – literally, pulling the useful content dynamically from the terrible sites and redisplaying it in something close to usable form. Think of it as the paramilitary wing of the usability movement. Anyway, the de facto leader of this practice, Matthew Somerville, has just hacked together a marked improvement on the laudable but javascript-o-frame-o-riffic official Hutton Inquiry site.
Quinn told me two years ago that the basic problem with the global economy was that the idea of money was broken. Around the same time she announced that junk DNA had to have some sort of function, despite what current theories indicated. I humour Quinn on these and other theories, as long as she doesn’t talk so loudly that the geneticists and economics professors at the next table hear her speak that way.
Today I discover that a) some scientists are coming to the same conclusion about junk DNA, and b) the guy who co-designed and implemented the convergence mechanism for the Euro, and co-founded one of the largest and most successful currency funds, Bernard Lietaer, agrees with her about money.
I can only conclude that those bastards were scribbling notes on their napkins all along.
Is it bad to secretly wish Schwarzenegger gets in, just because of the excellent rewrites of California Uber Alles it will encourage?
The co-location company that hosts a community server with which I’m involved went bust – at 11am yesterday. Without telling anyone, including their own tech support and hosting facility.
I suppose we could have predicted this. We’ve been trying to pay them for for a few months now, with very little success. Hard fast rule of e-commerce: if you make it impossible for people to pay you, and yet you are expecting to be paid, something bad will happen.
We can tell the precise point at which the co-loc company ceased to co or loc, because at that moment our machine vanished off the Net. A lot of heavyweight sysadmin types run their mail from this box, so turning off the packets is a bit like throwing up the BOFH-Signal into the sky. Heads turn.
First step when a hosting company spontaneously bankrupts: get your box out of there before the creditors mistakenly melt it down for slag. A fantastic friend who runs her company from the box ran cross-town to airlift it out. Serendipitously she bumped into a guy who is running a hosting outfit in the racks upstairs. He’s an ex-employee of our co-loc, and realising what is going on, kindly takes us (and I’m guessing several other bedraggled servers) on board and plugs us into his network.
He’s given us a few days leeway to sort ourselves out, but – always assuming this all hasn’t been part of his evil masterplan – I think we’ll go with him. He’s still at that phase where he knows all his customers and answers the phone himself. I still have problems explaining to people why little ISPs like this seem to work better than big ones. I guess, if I wasn’t so dog-tired, I’d say that the economies and diseconomies of Internet services are shaped like a big mexican hat. You can scale up pretty quickly, and then it all goes to shit until, if you’re lucky, you sell out to someone big enough to run matters properly again. You can either be Henry Ford or William Morris, but you can’t be Mr In-Between.