Showing posts with label computer/internet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label computer/internet. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

cello + macbook = awesome

You know how I obsess over podcasts?

Right. Well, lately I've become infatuated with Radiolab. I really don't want to kill its magic with an inferior description, so I will only say that it is acoustically self-conscious (in a good way) and always fascinating.

My purpose here is not so much to tout the wonders of Radiolab, though; rather, I mention it because it's where I heard this stunning music by Zoë Keating. She calls it "layered cello." Listen to the show here (sorry, I tried to embed the Flash player, but Blogger wouldn't have it).

And here's a cool video of the artist doing her thing:




Learn more about Zoë Keating and her music at her website.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

15: mustered

While in San Francisco yesterday, I spent a good amount of time wandering around Potrero Hill.

At one point I stopped in a little corner market and asked: 
—You wouldn't happen to have any yerba mate, would you?
—What?
—Yerba mate...?
—What? Mustard?
He finally pointed me to the selection of herbal teas. No yerba, of course, but the shop owner suggested Walgreens. I didn't go to Walgreens. I continued on my way, and laughed. I wasn't really expecting to find what I was looking for, but I wasn't expecting that much confusion, either. Silly me, I guess I should have. Nothing like sharing a hot cup of mustard with a friend on a cold rainy day, I suppose.

I had thought that I would find some (yerba, not mustard) in the Mission. I remember having seen a little shop on 24th St with an Argentine flag in its window, but somehow I missed it even as I strolled the length of it between Mission and Potrero. I think it's because I was on the phone with Claire. A worthy distraction, anyway.

After returning home, I sent an email out to a mailing list for area Argentines, asking where they buy their yerba. Instant responses. There seem to be several good options in the area, including a few near Palo Alto, as well as one on 24th in San Francisco—and now I know the cross-street!

Technology can be a wonderful thing.

(photo credit: Gerard Girbes)

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

04: waywords

Do you ever wonder what happens to your thoughts when you send them out into cyberspace?

You take them and wash them of irrelevancies, dress them in lovingly woven phrases that complement one another in tone and pattern, and maybe accessorize them with a few additional colorful descriptors or surprising interjections. The final punctuation secured on their feet; enough substance but not too much weight in their backpacks; their lunchboxes stocked with homemade syntactical treats, peppered with unanswered questions, and finished with a heartfelt note; you walk them to the end of the street and look them over once more to be sure you haven't forgotten anything. 

They turn and wave goodbye, pausing just briefly before climbing the steps into the packed bus, which presently rolls along the information suburban boulevard, lunging toward the ramp onto the freeway, which is just becoming crowded with the first electronic greetings of the day, urgent requests and efficient-to-a-fault one-liners speeding impatiently by in the fast lane.

At the end of the day, they're at the front door again. They've traded sweaters or shoelaces with a classmate, and they have plenty of words to offer in response to your "what did you learn in school today?"


Sometimes, though, you send them out in the morning and, in the evening, the bus comes by your street but does not drop them off. And so you cannot help but wonder: How might they have become sidetracked? When will they make it home? 

Sunday, February 1, 2009

01: inspiration

I've been inspired.

NPR's All Songs Considered has opened my ears to a whole new world of wonderful music. That's not really news; I've been listening to the podcasts for quite some time now and consequently discovered many newfound musical loves. I just want to take a moment to recognize its important role in my life and to give thanks to the host, Bob Boilen. Not that he reads my blog or even knows it exists, but still, I feel like it's something I should do.

Mr. Boilen just announced the third annual RPM Challenge, whose motto is "Record an album in 28 days, just because you can." I don't know how to record an album. I've been thinking more about musical creation lately, so... maybe next year.

In the meantime, I am feeling inspired by the challenge and slightly embarrassed by what turned out to be a rather poor blogging showing during the month of January. Therefore, during the month of February, I will record a rhetorical album in 28 days. 

I don't guarantee thematic or even stylistic coherence like you might find in a musical album, but I will add a track every day for the remainder of the month, just because I can. I have recently discovered many new sources of inspiration, so I have a lot of ideas running around in my head and looking for a place to go. I want to see what comes of recording them together.

This is my record; these are my songs. I broadcast them from my perch in the California canopy, as I take stock of the materials I have been gathering for my nest. I invite you to listen and, as you feel inspired, to add a verse or a countermelody of your own.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

twitterpated



omigosh omigosh!

Sunday, January 4, 2009

a year in preview: ABCs of 2009

Ah, the new year's resolutions. I never really liked that terminology. I think it's because the word resolution implies that a person means to do away with a problem that was left unsolved at the end of the last year, possibly due to a broken resolution made at the beginning of the last year. And so the typical new year's resolutions tend to be about the same every year, most items on the list remaining perpetually unresolved.

I am certainly not immune to the allure of new beginnings, but I prefer to think of the new year as a blank page rather than a blank slate. I'm taking pen to paper on a new chapter, not an entirely new book. And I didn't burn everything that my life wrote in previous years.

Well, now that I've set the semantic scenery (a conspicuous linguist am I), I give you now my list of twenty-six goals, predictions, and dreams for this year that we number 2009. Question them, critique them, adapt them into your own lists, make alternate suggestions, mock them; just please, don't call them resolutions. Thank you.

ABCs of skylark's 2009:
Adventuring
Bizarrities
Canadian escapade
Dinner parties
Eccentric acquaintances
Forest exploration
Grad school applications
Hikes with new buddies
Iphone purchase
John Steinbeck pilgrimage
Kiwicha in Bolivia
Long bike rides
Modern dance
New blog
Oboe performance
Published translations
Quechua classes
Romance and heartbreak
Sufjan live
Twitter tweets
Underground art
Vegan experimentation
Weekend in Austin
Xerophyte adoption
Yuppietown to hippietown
Zapateao

Friday, December 12, 2008

an observation, a complaint, a question, and an ellipsis

It has been a week since my centennial post on etxerantz.

I spent a ridiculous amount of time preparing it, and not one person —not even a non-person spamming robot— commented on it! (Therefore, I feel kind of ridiculous.)

Is it just that I did such a thorough job on it that there was nothing left unsaid?

Saturday, October 18, 2008

the internets and i

Remember when the internet wasn’t working, and then it was, and I was very happy about it? Well, the very next day it stopped working again. And I was very frustrated again. I couldn’t figure out why the internets were up against me, or, at least, why the cable coming out of my wall seemed to delight in devouring cable modems. Well, when technician number two came last Saturday, I found out that my predicament was not mine alone, but had rather been something of an epidemic. It turns out that Comcast’s recent software update had sent poor, unsuspecting modems all over the place into an irreparable state of shock. So, now I’m working with modem number three (four if you count the dsl modem that I sent back without ever using), which was made by a different manufacturer and seems to be getting along just fine with my cable and my wireless router, with my computer and, ultimately, with me. And I can go on with normal life, because we all know that normalcy is impossible without the internets.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

glory glory hallelujah

That's right, my friends, this blog post is coming to you direct from my new apartment.

At last, I can connect to the internets (yes, plural) at any hour of the day or night, from my sofa or from my kitchen table, heck probably even from the bathtub, if I weren't concerned about electrocution. Okay, so I haven't yet hooked up my wireless router (which is still tinged yellow from an incident with Claire's paint), so until then I'm pretty much limited to this spot on the floor where I'm sitting, or maybe on the edge of my bed if I arrange the cords just right.

I'll spare you the saga (I've told it to a couple of people and decided that it's not really as interesting as I had believed), but here are the highlights, by the numbers:
  • two internet service providers
  • three modems
  • a dozen customer service reps
  • two routings to an Illinois call center because the system got confused by my California address and my Utah phone number (Utah + California = Illinois?)
  • one technician
  • one bewildered, oft-frustrated, but after all happy internet customer
So, yes, I am delighted to finally have internet access in my home. Not to offend anyone with this post's title, however, I want to clear up any suspicions of sacrilege by noting that my having internet access now allows me to watch General Conference this weekend. I know, I know, the internet is not the only way that one can participate in Conference. However, (1) I do not own a tv, (2) I do not live within range of KBYU Radio, and (3) I don't really know where the Stake Center is (and I'd need the internet to look it up!) So. The technician just left about a half hour ago, so clearly I missed the live feed of today's Conference sessions. Fortunately, I can access the recordings with my brand new, shiny internet! So that's what I'm going to do now. Cheers.

Friday, August 15, 2008

go uzbekistan go!

In our post-Renaissance society, there is a tendency to value most highly the man or the woman who is the best at everything, but my personal preference in Olympic gymnastics is not for the all-around competitions but for the individual event finals. This is where several relatively unknown gymnasts get their chance to shine, if but for one brief moment, on their element of expertise. True, often the all-around best gymnast figures prominently in these competitions as well, but there is also a good chance that a medal-winning performance on any given apparatus is delivered by a gymnast who did not even qualify for the all-around final.

I have been supplementing the primetime network coverage of Olympic gymnastics, which isn't quite enough for me, with video footage from nbcolympics.com, whose video offerings essentially allow you to watch every minute of every competition, with the option of focusing on a particular apparatus or a particular grouping of gymnasts. While I haven't the time to watch all of it, I have seen some excellent performances from the preliminary competition that didn't make it to primetime. So, I have my eye on some specific gymnasts that I will be looking out for in the event finals. Most of them are on neither the American nor the Chinese team; indeed, many of them come from countries which do not have a full team competing in this year's Olympic gymnastics competition.

Take a look at my favorite contender on my favorite men's event, at last year's world championships. Not the best quality video, but just try and tell me that's not beautiful gymnastics.




All of my picks, by event:

Men
Floor - Diego Hypolito (Brazil)
Pommel horse - Alexander Artemev (USA)
Rings - Matteo Morandi (Italy)
Vault - Leszek Blanik (Poland)
Parallel bars - Anton Fokin (Uzbekistan)
High bar - Epke Zonderland (Netherlands)
Women
Vault - Anna Pavlova (Russia)
Uneven bars - He Kexin (China)
Balance beam - Nastia Liukin (USA)
Floor - Daiane Santos (Brazil)

For reference, here are the individual event rankings for men and women.

Gymnastics event finals are spread out over three days of competition: Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. I'll be watching; will you?

Friday, August 8, 2008

cout << "blog post title";

When I was in high school I took a couple of computer programming classes. Why? I'm not really sure, probably just because they were there and I could. I did really well in them (once I got my projects done at the end of the semester...) and we had fun in the class: it was a great group, including one of my favorite people ever that I never get to see anymore. I also remember such highlights as seeing the C++ for You++ book on the shelf in the classroom, catching a glimpse of our Australian teacher's decades-old green card, and being introduced to homestarrunner.com and sb emails. Then the AP tests got me extra credits toward earlier registration dates in college. But it wasn't until just now that I recognized an extra perk of having dabbled in C++.

Not too long ago I applied for a non-technical position at a software company. They have a unique hiring process that involves several phases carried out over a period of a couple of months. I have cleared the first few hurdles and I was checking an online forum for information about what comes next and how much longer the whole process might take (since I can't stay unemployed in San Francisco for long and I would hate to miss out on another good option because I'm waiting for this one which may not be a sure thing anyway... see my conundrum? I guess it's nice to have options, even if they are still open-ended) and I found this (sorry! I can't make it any bigger here without making it blurry. Click on it and it will magically become magnified):



Okay so it's not really all that funny on its own; mostly I was just really tickled that I understood it. And then I felt kind of nerdy. But I'm okay with that. Kudos to you, fellow nerd, if you get it. (And if you don't, you can probably manage a smile of amusement at those usernames, anyway.)

Monday, July 14, 2008

milestone, and job listing bloopers

Today I reached a milestone in the job search, in a figurative sense of course, as there was neither mile nor stone involved. Maybe I should go walk a mile with a stone in my hand just to literalize the event. Anyway, I hit the 100-application mark. I'm not really sure whether to celebrate or to despair, since apparently that's still not nearly enough.

Among the thousands of job listings that I have read during the past couple of months, I've found numerous amusing spelling mistakes. "Technical Writer" seems to trip up many a typist: variations include "techincial," "technicial," and the most common "techncial." Today I spotted an ad for an "Editor in Cheif," but my favorites are ads like "Proorfeader Needed." Yup, you sure do need a proofreader, huh? And the latest: somebody is looking for a "Fiance Specialist." What exactly does that job description entail, I wonder?

Monday, June 16, 2008

if you've run out of books to read...

...you can check out "Unamunian Microcosms: Four Short Stories in a New Translation into English," now accessible through the world wide web. The abstract, other general information, and a link to the full pdf can be found here. It has bookmarks, so if you want you can skip the parts that you don't feel like reading. A tip: if you open it with Adobe Acrobat (as opposed to Preview, for instance), it should automatically show facing pages, which will make things easier when you get to the side-by-side translations.

Friday, June 6, 2008

freedom hangs like heaven over everyone

I have known for several months now that I need to get out of this place. Not that it is an inherently bad place. Provo has been good to me for several years, and never have I regretted the decision to come here to go to school (even though I would have actually made money just by studying at the U of Maryland). I just don't belong here anymore. Now that I have finished with school (for a while, at least) nothing remains to keep me here. Nothing, indeed, besides a low cost of living and a guaranteed place to live with a contract through mid-August. And the fact that I have no idea where I ought to go, coupled with and primarily resulting from the absolute absence of any promising job leads. (Applications to date: 23, and counting.)

I just don't know how this all is supposed to work (or even whether it is supposed to?) So far I have password-protected accounts with ten online application systems and/or recruiting networks. Monster.com sends me daily emails with recommended job listings, I search idealist.org regularly, and I have fourteen craigslist sites bookmarked which I check daily for promising listings. Not to mention at least a dozen publishers' websites listing job openings, plus a handful of other sites like the treehugger.com job board and the usajobs database. And then there are the dozens of miscellaneous postings and informational sites/articles that my mom emails me daily (I didn't even have to set up a new account for that service!) It all just seems so tedious, and even with all this I am sure that I am still missing so much. I mean I figure I must be, since what I am doing has as yet garnered no results.

I know that I should (and possibly could) be more patient about things. But I really want to go get a life. It's not here, that's for sure. So clearly I need to go out and find it. It would just be nice to have some direction, that's all. Some encouragement from the people who read (skim? glance at the title of? receive results of an automated computerized extraction of keywords from?) my resume would be nice for a start.

I'm caught in limbo between school and the real world, if that's what you want to call it. I personally am not so sure that it is real at all, since I have not gotten there yet. I'll get back to you with a more educated judgment of its reality or irreality once (if) I get in. For the moment, I'm stuck, stagnating. And I hate it.


[This post's title, in case you were wondering, is not original. It comes from a song by Iron and Wine.]

Friday, May 30, 2008

navigating the job market in the electronic age

jobs that I have applied for: 11
jobs that I have applied for through email or web-based forms: 11
cover letters addressed to a person with a name (not simply "Hiring Manager"): 3
jobs that I applied to that I thought I was qualified for: 11
responses received: 2
non-automated responses received: 0

hope of ever getting a decent job: dwindling swiftly

Thursday, May 22, 2008

how to make something scrumptious out of unassuming ingredients hanging out in your pantry

With the vague sense that I will be moving soon (never mind that I still don't know where, or even when, exactly), and that it will be easier to transport less stuff than what I have now, I have been trying to get rid of things that I don't need. I have three garbage bags full of clothes and shoes ready to go to D.I., I have been selling some things on ebay (I could make a pretty good living at that... does ebay offer medical and dental benefits?), I have taken note of a few books that I think that I can part with, and I'm sure there are plenty of knick-knacks and whatzits that I can find new homes for.

You might think that I have only considered the stuff in my closet and on my bookshelves. But then you would be underestimating my extremely developed sense of and aversion to waste of any kind. Chalk it up to my being an economist's daughter: it could be environmental or genetic, or both. Anyway, I have lately been thinking that I should make good use of the food that I have in my cupboards, since I won't really want to take cans of chicken broth or bags of flour with me when I move, and I definitely would hate to let them go to waste.

A few weeks ago, I found in my cupboard a Costco-sized container of couscous, a can of chickpeas, and a can of tomatoes, so I looked around the Food Network's website (their recipe search is great) and I decided to make this. I didn't have all the vegetables and I had to be a bit creative with the spices, but it turned out very yummy and boy does it smell heavenly while it's cooking.

Then, a couple of days ago, I was thinking about the tub of plain yogurt in the fridge (we used only half of it to make tzatziki to go with Vanessa's sundried-tomato-couscous-stuffed chicken) and then I spotted (for at least the hundredth time) a huge can of Quaker oats not doing any good just sitting in my cupboard. And I thought, granola!

I turned again to the Food Network's website, and what I ended up making was a sort of variation on a combination of elements of these three recipes. Mmm it's good. Because I like you, I'll share my recipe with you:
4 cups old-fashioned rolled oats
2 cups sweetened, shredded coconut
3/4 cup sliced almonds
3/4 cup pecan pieces
1/2 cup shelled pistachios
1 stick (1/2 cup) butter
1/2 cup honey
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
dash of ground nutmeg
1 cup dried cranberries
1 cup dried pineapple chunks, torn into smaller pieces

Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. In a large bowl, mix together oats, coconut, almonds, pecans, and pistachios. Meanwhile, in a small saucepan over low heat, melt together the butter and honey. Pour butter-honey mixture over oat mixture and add cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg. Stir with a wooden spoon until the mixture is evenly coated. Spread on a jelly roll pan and bake for about 30 minutes, stirring every 10 minutes, until evenly toasted to a nice golden brown. Let cool, stirring occasionally to keep it from sticking to the pan. Mix in dried cranberries and dried pineapple. Enjoy on its own, or mix with plain or flavored yogurt. Yum!
It turns out I already had a bag of coconut, since I had bought two last year for a coconut custard pie and only used one. My little culinary experiment also helped me get almost to the bottom of the jar of delicious honey that I bought last summer at the Fiddle Creek fruit stand in Idaho, though it didn't make much of a dent in the five-pound bag of pistachios that I bought at Costco who knows when.

So. Here's to yummy granola and culinary experimentation and efficiency in personal foodstuffs management. The end.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

monopolistic flight incarnate: documentary, unskilful

Those were the first five words, in order, that came up today when I clicked on the OED's "Lost for Words?" button. I first encountered this curiosity while living with Claire, the English major (yes, the English major, never mind all the others), and it somehow became more or less habit to click on Lost for Words early in the day, and then to muse on how the randomly-selected word that appeared would somehow or another describe the day to come. It also works the other way around: if it is already evening, Lost for Words will comment on the past day's events or mood or color or what have you.

You don't believe me, do you? Well, there was this one day when both Claire and I were in the thick of thesis-writing, stressed out and sleep-deprived and nearly brain-fried and even aching from sitting at a computer for countless hours at a time. I was checking my email and the weather and that sort of thing, and I went over and clicked on OED's Lost for Words, and what came up? Karoshi. I commented by gchat to Claire how uncanny it was, and she promptly discovered by the same method her own OED word for the day: foot-shooting. As in the second definition here. Coincidence? I think not. Of course, it doesn't always work so well. I mean, there was that period of a few weeks when banana slug kept coming up. I never did figure that one out. I think it's like the OED's way of saying, "Reply hazy. Ask again later."

Sunday, April 27, 2008

it's almost like real friends



I just knew that all that hard work would pay off!

Sunday, April 6, 2008

this is where i live



rows of tall bookshelves as far as i can see under these fluorescent lights, here i sit, slouch, shift, stand up, stretch, sit down again, hour after hour, facing the computer screen and keyboard which, in a certain combination, are supposed to produce a publishable thesis. from time to time i glance out the window at a patch of sunny blue sky, and the beginnings of daydreams form in my imagination, but i keep them in check. for just a little while longer, i'm staying in with harold.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

so many ways to kill time...

...but i have yet to figure out how to resurrect it.

Translating a story called "Batracófilos y batracófobos" (I have yet to settle on a title, but roughly it means "Frog-lovers and Frog-haters"), I came across the word mosquitos. Unsure of whether or not the plural form in English has an e, I consulted an onine dictionary. There I found mosquitos and mosquitoes as acceptable forms, so I decided to googlefight them. Here are the results. The clincher, though, was the spelling in Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People's Ears, a favorite book from childhood.

Googlefights are fun. As evidence of how what is on the internet can be taken too seriously, I present
exhibit a
exhibit b
exhibit c
exhibit d
and, as exhibit e, the real satisfaction that I derive from those results.
And for now, that will have to be all.