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Is unsigned really too much to ask?

there seems to be some confusion in this.



You! Haz! Na0!

You must has! Now.

"They were traumatized, but we wanted them to be traumatized," said guidance counselor Lori Tauber. "That's how they get the message."

Where do they find these people?

Dear Intrawebs,

Go see this. Seriously.

Let me rephrase, You WILL go see this. Don't make me use the blink tag.

Orson Restaurant via SF Eater

A friend and I ended up having dinner at Orson, Elizabeth Faulkner's
new restaurant, this evening. She's the owner of Citizen Cake. They
just opened today and we ended up getting the first dish out of the
kitchen, and she came out of the kitchen to tell us personally.

The restaurant is neat space, old industrial space on 4th Street, with
some of the industrial features left. There's a large circular bar,
there is also a lounge upstairs, with some additional dining area.
They have two kitchens, the main one downstairs then a pastry kitchen
upstairs.

We had a bunch of different small plates, soup shots (cauliflower,
mushroom), a parmaggio pudding, assorted cheese plate, the tri-tip
with potato foam from the charcuterie selection, butterfish brule,
duck fat french fries with bernaise sauce, and a violet ravoili with
lavendar ice cream for desert. The food definitely has a touch of the
whole molecular gastronomy shtick. I'm not sure I bought all the
dishes but it was an interesting experience.

The parmaggio pudding was served with roasted red pepper and, i'm not
making this up, chocolate pop rocks. The pudding + red peppers was
fantastic, the pop rocks were interesting. I'm not sure if pudding +
pop rocks was interesting or insane. The tri-tip was fantastic as was
the soup. The fries were tasty but needed something, which was the
aoli we found half-way though the dish. The violet ravioli had a
similar texture and taste as mochi or maybe sweet bean paste and was
stuffed with sweetened mash potatoes. There was also orange salt on
the plate.

Elisabeth actually came over and talked with us about the food and
what we though several times, like really talked for several minutes,
not just a hi how are you. She told us all about their plans for some
pizzas in the future and we chatted a lot about the chocolate
poprocks. Very cool, however the service was awful and has many kinks
to still work out. The bar was very understaffed for the number of customers and they couldn't even run my credit card at the end
of the meal. The servers aren't familiar
with the dishes yet, and this is the kind of food that needs a little
explanation. Also, they don't have the wine list or cocktails together
yet.

Still, it was alot of fun. I'd suggest trying to slip in and have a
chance to try out the place while Elizabeth is still poking her head
into the dining room and talking to customers about dishes. Just be
forewarned, that the service and the dishes are still being tweaked a
bit.

They were very upfront about being new and we didm't expect everything would go smoothly, but we had a very good time. I'm definitely going to head back in a couple of months after they've had a chance to finish their shakedown cruise.

As I have said before, if Bob Barr and the ACLU are on the same side of an issue, you should really take note. So,

If you happen to be liberal, please click here.

If you happen to be conservative, please click here.

Dearest Intrawebs,

Does anyone know of problems with the OS X 10.4.9 update on older hardware? Both my laptop and desktop have developed some odd problem and I can't tell if it's hardware on the verge of failure or a software issue with the latest system update.

Last night I rebooted the desktop and when it came back up it started whirring something fierce, so I quickly shut the machine down - but it kept powering itself back up. I unplugged it and popped open the case, which was far hotter than it should be, so my hypothesis is that the temperature sensor kept powering the machine up to run the fan and try cool things down.

This morning I powered the machine up to see what was going on, only this time the machine was running whisper quiet -- too quiet for this particular machine -- although when the case was open the fan was running, I just didn't feel any "exhaust" coming out of rear vent and I didn't feel my output from the CPU fan. Any thoughts here, is the fan or temperature sensor going bad or could this be a software issue?

The laptop is having problems with alert sounds, some applications have just stopped making alert sounds or only occasionally make sounds, sometimes clipped. This machine had a hard drive crash a couple of months ago and is running with a new drive.

The reason I ask about software problems is a friend of mine is having similar issues with his equipment, almost too similar for it to be coincidental hardware failure. Neither of these machines is modded, although I have put new drives in both. (Year or two ago for the deskop, month ago for the laptop).

Any thoughts before I run them off to the genius bar?

"Since we have to wait for Round 2" on Google Video
This is what Big Joe should have done to Radulov.

I can't believe I'm doing this but the only worthwhile comments I've seen about the Virgina Tech shooting are captured over at BoingBoing. Scroll down to the comments by Laura S. Petelle and Charles Platt. These should be stapled to the forehead of every politician and pundit before they say anything.

I realize that reactionary is more fun, but can we just let this thing digest for a month before we start calling for anything?

High-heels were struggling with a full-length dress
So that, between the wind and the terrain,
At times a shining stocking would be seen,
And gone too soon. We liked that foolishness.

Also, at times a jealous insect's dart
Bothered out beauties. Suddenly a white
Nape flashed beneath the branches, and this sight
Was a delicate feast for a young fool's heart.

Evening fell, equivocal, dissembling,
The women who hung dreaming on our arms
Spoke in low voices, words that had such charms
That ever since our stunned soul has been trembling.

Paul Verlaine

True story, Word of Honor:
Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer
now dead,
and I were at a party given by a billionaire
on Shelter island.
I said, "Joe, how does it make you feel
to know that our host only yesterday
may have made more money
than your novel 'Cach-22'
has earned in its entire history?"
And Joe said, "I've got something he can never have."
And I said, "What on earth could that be, Joe?"
And Joe said, "The knowledge that I've got enough."
Not bad! Rest in peace!

Kurt Vonnegut

I am as lovely as a dream in stone,
And this my heart where each finds death in turn,
Inspires the poet with a love as lone
As clay eternal and as taciturn.

Swan-white of heart, a sphinx no mortal knows,
My throne is in the heaven's azure deep;
I hate all movements that disturb my pose,
I smile not ever, neither do I weep.

Before my monumental attitudes,
That breathe a soul into the plastic arts,
My poets pray in austere studious moods,

For I, to fold enchantment round their hearts,
Have pools of light where beauty flames and dies,
The placid mirrors of my luminous eyes.

Charles Baudelaire

German

Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind? Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind; Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm, Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm. "Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?" "Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht? Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif?" "Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif." "Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir! Gar schöne Spiele spiel' ich mit dir; Manch' bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand, Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand." "Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht, Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht?" "Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind; In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind." "Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn? Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön; Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn, Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein." "Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort?" "Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau: Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau." "Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt; Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt." "Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an! Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan!" Dem Vater grauset's, er reitet geschwind, Er hält in Armen das ächzende Kind, Erreicht den Hof mit Müh' und Not; In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.

English

Who rides so late through night and wind? It is the father with his child. He holds the boy safe in his arm He holds him safe, he keeps him warm. "My son, why do you hide your face so fearfully?" "Father, do you not see the Elf king? The Elf king with crown and robe?" "My son, it's a wisp of fog." "You lovely child, come, go with me! Nothing but beautiful games I'll play with you; Many colourful flowers are on the shore, My mother has many golden robes." "My father, my father, can't you hear, What the Elf king quietly promises me?" "Be calm, stay calm, my child; It is the wind rustling in the dry leaves." "Do you want to come with me, fine lad? My daughters should already be waiting for you; My daughters lead the nightly folkdance And rock you and dance and sing." "My father, my father, and can't you see there, The Elf king daughters in the gloomy place?" "My son, my son, I see it well: It is the old grey willows gleaming." "I love you, your beautiful form entices me; And if you're not willing, I shall use force." "My father, my father, now he takes hold of me! The Elf king has wounded me!" It horrifies the father; he rides swiftly, Holding in his arms the moaning child. He reaches the yard with great difficulty; In his arms, the child was dead.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.


William Shakespeare

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem.

Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us. Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us. Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, grant us peace.

dancing on the floor
with stars in my eyes
looking up at you