Tag: reflections

After a 3-4 month break, I was catching up on mail in the Unicode email list and I noticed a number of threads about the interrobang (my favorite punctuation point and perhaps my favorite Unicode code point (U+203D)).

At Debconf5, I was talking with a number of the Spanish speaking developers about the lack of an inverted interrobang in Unicode which renders the glyph less useful in Spanish which normally prefixes questions or exclamations with inverted versions of the glyph at the end of the sentence. Why shouldn’t this carry over the interrobang as well‽ I was, quite seriously, thinking about writing up a proposal for the inclusion of an inverted interrobang myself when I found this message from Michael Everson on the Unicode email list:

N2935: Proposal to add INVERTED INTERROBANG to the UCS http://www.evertype.com/standards/iso10646/pdf/n2935-interrobang.pdf

This will be posted to the WG2 and L2 sites in due course.

After composing a message to Michael thanking him for his proposal, I realized (helped by the announcement to withdraw the entire Unicode Standard immediately after Michael’s proposal) that the proposal has been sent on April 1st and was, in all likelihood, a joke. How cruel is it to toy with my emotions like this‽

Sent about a month later, I found another message from Michael saying:

I suppose I should note that despite the date of its publication I am completely serious about: http://www.dkuug.dk/jtc1/sc2/wg2/docs/n2935.pdf

I have written Michael to confirm that he is serious. In any situation, I think it is important that all supporters of the interrobang (and it’s inverted cousin) make their voice heard in Unicode to ensure that the inverted interrobang gains a much-deserved spot of its own in the standard.

Update: Michael Everson has told me that the Unicode Technical Committee has asked him to first find Hispanic support for an inverted interrobang. If someone knows of this or of a list for Spanish typographers where we can ask, please let me know.

Over the last few months, it’s been disconcerting to see the reported cases of people getting fined (or worse) for using open wireless access points without permission.

I travel frequently and the use of open APs is an important (if not always reliable) way that I get online. Every time my Internet connection at home goes down, I take advantage of one my neighbors APs. To balance things out, I make sure I always run an open AP for others out my home.

There are many smart reasons not to run an open AP but, for me, doing so is about being a good neighbor. I’ve found that even for the most cautious and conservative, most of the serious risks of running an AP can be mitigated by a measured combination of firewalling and monitoring.

The most ridiculous part of this crackdown is not how common and completely normal intentional "transgressive" wireless sharing is but how how often people do it completely unintentionally and without ever knowing.

Once I was in New York City with Micah and Biella and, knowing that we were technically proficient, a member of Biella’s extended family invited us over to help fix his printer which he was unable to print to over his wireless network. What eventually became clear was that his wireless AP was set of incorrectly and had never worked. His laptop couldn’t find the printer because the printer was on his home network and he had, without his knowledge, been using his neighbor’s wireless since he moved in. He had been paying for DSL which he had never actually used.

In densely populated places — New York in particular but any Western city probably falls into this category — this is incredibly common. Punishing people for doing what so many people do completely unintentionally — and almost entirely without negative consequences I might add — would be silly if what was at stake was not so serious.

What the Hack starts in a couple days and I’m already in the area. It promises to be a fantastic outdoor hacker summer camp.

Howver, I’m a little worried about one thing. It’s raining now. A lot. It’s basically rained every day in the last week. I feel like that many people, that much electrical power, and that much water is a bad combination.

My plan is to stick with with my friend Andreea. That way if the worst happens, at least we’ll be putting the cute in electrocute.

I’ve been somewhat disappointed with the lack of community participation in some of what I feel were my most fun and potentially contagious blog entries. For example, after spending almost two hours forming a list of packages useful in writing package name poetry, not a single person added to the body of work in the genre.

I think the problem may be lack of incentive and I’ve stepped up to remedy that. I have purchased 10 Dutch Bottle Scrapers (also known as flessenlikkers or flessenschrapers in the Netherlands) and I will be giving them away as prizes for small competitions I coordinate on my blog in the near future. While they are not expensive in the Netherlands, for the rest of world, these wonderful kitchen tools are absolutely priceless.

To learn more about flessenlikkers, read the Wikipedia article I wrote on the subject. While they may not look like much, I’ve been walking around with 10 flessenlikkers in my backpack over the few days and I often feel that I’ve found the true source of ultimate power.

A couple weeks ago, I realized that one of my eyebrow hairs was long. Like really long. Like 3cm plus. Other hairs were long too. What’s weird is that as far as I can tell this is the first time I’ve ever really looked at my eyebrows closely in my entire life.

I’m almost embarrassed to admit this since they are, after all, less than a centimeter from my eyes. Then again, this close proximity both makes it logistically difficult to scope them out and introduces a sense of assumed familiarity.

Then again, perhaps these are just rationalizations and I am just the sort of guy who wouldn’t notice a mustache if it were right under my nose.

I come from a pretty diverse family. I have a sister adopted from Korea and two sisters from Ethiopia.

Once I entered a Men Who Cook competition and the winner in the deserts category was someone who had brought a habanero and lime cheesecake. It was very tasty and I’ve made it several times since then. Since the cheese and the lime both tend to cancel out of the heat, the cake is usually just like a cheesecake that bites back a little bit.

Once though, it was really hot. It was tasty but there was a limit to how much one could eat. Since it wasn’t going fast, I suggested that my mother could serve pieces of the cake at her book club meeting. One of my Ethiopian sisters, apparently very worried, warned me, "You have to be careful! That cake could kill a white person."

If you don’t mind a little bit of heat, you can try the recipe for Habanero Lime Cheesecake That Can Kill White People yourself. Sorry for the Imperial measurements for those of you outside of the US.

Yesterday I arrived in the Netherlands. Until a few weeks ago, I thought that the Netherlands was home to the most fun looking written language in Europe. The long strings of double vowels in Dutch frequently make me smile.

After last week at Debconf5 in Helsinki, I’m ready to change my mind. Finnish has everything Dutch has and more.

I mentioned to Mika that I would be going out to dinner at a restaurant called Töölönranta. She mentioned that she thought the name was very cute because of all of the "eyes." I suggested that the might in fact be umlauts or separate umlautesque graphemes (as the case seems to be) but she remained confident that they were, in fact, eyes.

Linguistics aside, I think she’s right. Finnish wins.

Yesterday, I arrived early to my flight from Amsterdam to Helsinki. In fact, I arrived exactly three hours and one month early.

Apparently, the travel agent has booked me on flights on August 10th and 18th instead of July 10th and 18th as I’d asked and I had been a bit rushed and not examined the complete itinerary as well as I should have.

Most people in New York did not want the Olympics. In fact, many New Yorkers seemed to quite reasonably conclude than the only thing more completely insane than building a professional sports stadium in Manhattan would be using that stadium to hold the Olympics in Manhattan. When it came time to ask for volunteers to appear in an NYC2012 Olympic bid promotional video, there were of plenty of people that showed up — but they were from New Jersey.

Greg Pomerantz, who still stubbornly refuses a blog of his own, quite astutely pointed out the auspicious nature of July 6th for globally conscious New York hackers saying, "truly a day to celebrate — no euro software patents, and we lose the Olympic bid!"

Amen.

Today I received an email with the subject, "Difficulties in the bedroom?" I was almost surprised to find out it was not about Debconf5 room assignments.

When I was in high school, I saw more people using 35mm film cannisters to hold marijuana than to hold 35mm film. I still think of drugs every time I see the little black vessels.

With 35mm all but eliminated by the explosion of digital cameras — at least in the world of most teenagers — these small containers will soon become drug cannisters and the people who use them to store their film will appear as the quaint repurposers of technology. It is only the illegality of marijuana that will keep people from speaking openly and explicitly about this transformation.

I want to start selling clothes to club-going crowd. The first outfit I have in mind is a shear skirt designed with either built-in underwear (thong, etc.) or that comes with matching underwear of a sort that would encourage the owners to wear the skirt and the underwear together.

People are surprised, not always positively, by the selective luminescent of certain parts of clothing under ultraviolet lights in dance clubs. My outfit will be designed so that the underwear luminesceses powerfully through the sheer skirt which will not luminesce at all.

I haven’t yet decided whether I want to keep this aspect of the outfit a secret and sell these to club-goers as a sort of performance art project or to advertise the feature widely as a way to increase sales.

For everyone who reads my blog and participated in the large Ubuntu Down Under keysigning, the keysigning at LCA, or the large keysigning at Linuxtag, I’d like to point out that nobody remembered where my passport has been.

Points go to anyone who remembers at the Debconf keysigning party. Double points, and a good laugh afterward, go to anyone who remembers and does not tell their fellow keysigners.

Trucker hats have played an important role in the "indie" (e.g., indie music, short for independent) scene. My friend thought it would be really "indie" — and a bit recursive — if he wore a trucker hat with a picture of a trucker hat on it. We went down to the public market and asked the custom trucker-hat painter (we really have one in Seattle) about this. The painter said he could do it and added that he’d actually been commissioned to do them in the past.

My friend was immediately turned off knowing that they idea was not original. I think he was foolish to think that being indie had anything to do with being independent from other people in the indie crowd.

It drove home the interesting question about what being "indy," "indie" or "independent" as a group of people or as social or cultural movement really means. This is a question that I used to think about a lot when I did Indymedia; it’s not always entirely apparent what one is trying to be independent of. In many cases, I think is the concept of idea of independence that is central — not independence from anything or anyone in particular.

Of course, it was still a great idea for a hat and my friend was more foolish for not taking the opportunity to procure such a fine accessory.

Today I received an email from someone accusing me of being a bot due to my extremely consistent responses to repeated requests over long periods of time.

I was slightly offended until I realized that if the author of this email really believed I was a bot, emailing me would be very silly. The author is either lying and suspects I am a human or is the kind of person who writes personal emails to computer programs. Either possibility seems like a good reason not take the accusation too seriously.