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15 February 2010 IPCC challenge/response
22 April 2010 Facebook blew it
29 June 2010 Sartorial
30 June 2010 Pride Weekend: Photo Recap
1 July 2010 California Gays
9 July 2010 Back on a bike...
28 July 2010 Heart!
30 July 2010 Chemical protest
11 August 2010 Vodpod Chrome Extension
31 August 2010 Terminator: My Secret Love

IPCC challenge/response

Some recent reports have suggested incidents of scientific misconduct in the climate science community. While that is not evidence of incorrect conclusions, it does cast some doubt on the findings of the organizations involved--and right so, I believe. The APS newsletters for December and January have been chock-full of climate discussion--arguing for the retraction of the APS's climate change statement or alteration to reflect uncertainty, counterarguments, and so forth.

My personal take on it is this: climate is really effing complicated. I know a little about the scientific method, publishing, data analysis, and review, but basically have no awareness of the intricacies of modeling the world's atmosphere and hydrology. I'm also aware that plenty of people have significant personal and economic interests in the matter, and an underabundance of understanding. The only reasonable conclusion I can come to is this: trust the people who spend their lives trying to understand climate, and maintain some awareness of their methods. It is my belief, from the limited reading I've been able to do, that the vast majority of climate researchers are doing good science, and working hard to understand and explain to others a very complex problem.

Anyway, that's why I think RealCimate's analysis of the recent challenges over the IPCC's AR4 is a good read.

Facebook blew it

I've been wary of Facebook's privacy settings for a long time. I set mine to the most restrictive possible back when they announced Beacon. Since then they've released new features on a regular basis, each of which seems to share information about me without my knowledge or permission. You know what, Facebook? Fuck that.

I even disabled the most recent feature--"instant personalization", which allowed third party websites to read my information on page load. Yet my friends can still, according to FB, share my info with any third party. Name, picture, gender, city, friend list, pages, and more. I have to explicitly block each and every app that wants my data. I don't even know how many there are! That "recommend" button? Gives the app access to your data and permission to publish to your feed indefinitely.

Even with instant personalization disabled, CNN.com shows my friends and their profile images on the main page, merged with what CNN stories they liked recently. That's too much for me.

I didn't want to leave. I'll miss keeping in touch with distant friends, especially those who aren't computer experts. I loved looking through photos, too. But I downloaded all the stuff I cared about, wiped my profile clean, and deactivated the account. Just can't trust these guys.

Sartorial

Duretti and her nonexistent website shut me down at lunch:

Duretti Hirpa: no one should take your sartorial advice
Duretti Hirpa: gays thought you were a straighty
Duretti Hirpa: THIS WEEKEND
Duretti Hirpa: at PRIDE

On frontend vs backend engineering:

Duretti Hirpa: PARTYING IS AWESOME
Duretti Hirpa: AND WE SHOULD DO IT ALL THE TIME FOR MAXIMUM USER EXPERIENCE
Duretti Hirpa: WWOOOOOOOOO

I really do have the best roommate ever. :)

Pride Weekend: Photo Recap

What a great weekend! Started off at Civic Center on Saturday.

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This guy pretty much sums up the weirdness of it all.

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No matter what, the hipsters reign supreme in San Francisco.

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Somehow Toyota is always the one keeping the party bumpin'. I believe this is "Stuntin' is a habit".

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Went to the Pink Party (along with every resident of the city, times four), at Castro and Market. Was having a pretty good time until I heard a series of quick claps from about 50 feet behind me. It took a second to realize they were gunshots, and I dropped. I've fired guns before, but this was quiet, muffled by the crowd. Turned around to see everyone streaming away from whatever had happened. I didn't get a good look, because I was busy getting a dumpster between me and the shooter. The police converged pretty quickly, and I saw two police bikes dumped on the street, a body crumpled underneath.

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Four ambulances and a host of squad cars later, I figured it was time to head home. People only a half block away had no idea it had even happened. As it turns out one man was shot fatally, and two others wounded in the leg. I'm hoping they'll opt to pat people down for entrance next year, rather than shutting the whole thing down.

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Sunday was a better day. The parade was exciting, better than any I've seen before. It's always fun to see the mom & pop groups marching between companies struggling to out-gay each other.

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Really, if you're anti-gay... all I can tell you is to put your money somewhere else.

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And Google had these cute Android shirts with the robot holding hands. Still trying to figure out where I can track one down!

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And then there's the church groups—who inexplicably have the best slogans.

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The rest of the day I spent at Civic Center. Ran into Chris Robertson and the rest of the Stockton gang; met the Whoo Hoo Girls (possibly the most excited band of straight Indian girls I've ever seen), who demanded pictures with every gay boy they came across; and yes, was mistaken for a straight guy by a man colored the most peculiar shade of orange, and his almost too gay to function underage friend.

"You know, you could look really good, if you just dressed well."

I didn't have the heart to tell them.

California Gays

Hi Mom! I know you want to know what I'm up to down here in CA. This basically sums it up!

Back on a bike...

So Justin took my bike out for a spin with some friends from out of town—and while locked up out in the Marina, it was stolen!

I'm sad to see you go, little grey hybrid.

I bought that bike seven years ago with my first paycheck from Kryptiq. Saved up $400 cash and bought myself a brand new Trek 7200 FX. We rode through thick and thin, all over the city. It got me to school, to work on Fridays, to friends' houses and through the rain to Aikido out in east Portland. It braved flooding, 80 MPH winds, power outages, nails through the tires, and kept on going. We ran Zoobomb, trails through the west hills, construction sites, and freeways. Mostly, though, it got me places without a car.

This happened six weeks back. I've been riding the motorcycle a lot more since then, and got my commute down to 20 minutes--only a tad slower than biking to work. Still, I really miss cycling. It's easier to hop on it and go, without a jacket, helmet, and gloves getting in the way. Anyway, yesterday I finally snagged a so-new-you-can-smell-it 7.3 FX via craigslist. It's quiet, shiny, and fast. I'm excited to move again. :)

Heart!

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My bike has been parked next to this 750cc black Ninja for a few weeks now. I think they're moto friends.

Chemical protest

Going off on a purely hypothetical and somewhat morbid tangent...

Some people protest the behavior of public entities by protesting: for example, picketing and handing out flyers on the sidewalk in front of Urban Outfitters. Sometimes, though, I wonder about more subtle ways to damage an organization. Most people don't realize it, but scents are extremely powerful. I'm not just talking about putrescine: Butyl isocyanide, for example, is a shockingly effective deterrent at low concentrations, and defies all attempts at containment:

Butyl isocyanide proved to be so disagreeable to manipulate that none of its physical constants except boiling point were determined. Even when a hood with an extra forced draft was used, the odor pervaded the laboratory and adjoining rooms, deadening the sense of smell and producing in the operator, and in others, severe headaches and nausea which usually persisted for several days.

Would you enter a store which smelled that bad? Depending on the target, we could be talking hundreds of thousands of dollars in lost revenue.

A few drops just inside a storefront could effectively deny sales for days. You could introduce it to the HVAC intake of a structure, possibly inducing the evacuation of the building within minutes. Heck, can you imagine what would happen if a political candidate's offices were infected with a compound like this in the final days of an election? Any time-sensitive operation could be interfered with invisibly.

A smashed ampule could render a vehicle inoperable for weeks. These things could be tossed through windows or against walls. In some dystopian future, a detestable person might weaponize such scents, designing rifles which could deliver clouds of unbearably smelly n-butyls into a board meeting or against a military target, or deliver them by microlight drone.

Or worse yet, hollowpoint bullets leaving wounded nobody can stand to rescue.

I suppose the only reason people aren't routinely gassed out of their apartments by vengeful exes is that isolating and delivering these compounds is almost as unpleasant as the intended results. I don't think anyone has the gastrointestinal fortitude to actually work with these chemicals. Lucky for us: I don't think society could take the consequences. Shit like this is impossible to guard against.

Vodpod Chrome Extension

I just built a Chrome extension for Vodpod.com. It builds off of the high-performance API I wrote last year, and offers some pretty sweet unread-message synchronization. You'll get desktop notifications when someone you know collects a video, in addition to a miniature version of your feed.

As it turns out, Chrome is really great to develop for. Everything just works, and it works pretty much like the standard says it should. Local storage, JSON, inter-view communication, notifications... all dead simple. Props to the Chrome/Chromium teams!

Terminator: My Secret Love

Contextual advertising just gets better and better. During the scene where the T-2000 is frozen by liquid nitrogen, breaks into pieces, and then melts back together under blast furnace heat, up pops this gem.

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