PoisonedMinds has a breakdown of time spent on modern web design.
First I removed both hoping friends would forward me the interesting stuff. That didn’t happen because I guess I’m a really big know-it-all jerk. I then picked Gizmodo, but switched to Engadget because they leave commenting on.
Listening to NPR on the way to work, the program was about job prospects for high school graduates.
Though I was spared the opportunity of thinking selling knives was cool, I do have a book with a lot of holes poked in it by a Cutco money clip knife thrown by someone less fortunate than me.
I get e-mails often of companies looking to hire me or find a hot-shot front-end Ajax-style PHP coder. It’s very difficult to help and I don’t know who to recommend.
My policy is to cast a wide net and then grill the people in interviews until they break in order to see where their real knowledge is. Others can’t be so luxurious because they’re not me. Anyone who can string a web page together with MySQL can (and often does) call themselves a “front-end PHP coder.” The variance in quality is very high, so high that I often recommend a good solid C programmer over a PHP one, because the former can learn PHP if need be.
The problem here is this doesn’t work well for a front-end UI developer because the web is a tricky business.
Canon enthusiast, Ben Long, posted a nice little article on how to customize Aperture’s book printing features.
That’s pretty cool because I haven’t really had a chance to mess with the book layout capabilities yet (except to note that it puts iPhoto to shame).
The article is a shorter version of Ben’s new book on Aperture.
I haven’t had a chance to look at it, but it is nice to know that there are books about this product coming out. There are many neat little things about Aperture that people need to know or might find useful.
I hope I can blog more about them in the future.
Out of nowhere a Bed, Bath and Beyond and a Best Buy sprung up within spitting distance of the Costco. To give you an idea how close that is to me, I gauge my trips to Costco by how much stuff I need to carry. If it is a “real” Costco run (you know those ones where the grocery list is a a 30 lbs of kitty litter and year’s supply of detergent), I can’t walk there.
After exchanging the ladder at the OSH with one that actually fits in my hatchback—note to self: six foot ladder good, eight foot ladder bad—I demanded Caitlin drive across the street so I could visit the latest concrete and asphalt addition to Mountain View. Along with those two stores, I noticed another Starbucks. I decided that this was not relevant, except that it places better odds on there being a Jamba Juice within walking distance: line-of-sight to a Starbucks is a necessary (but not sufficient) condition for a Jamba Juice.
Which is a long way of excusing how I was distracted enough so that Caitlin had to point out to me this:
Mike Fletcher asked me about shooting the Golden Gate Bridge because he is coming up here soon.
I was shocked to find I havenâ€™t processed any photos of it, even though I drive over it on my way to hikes in the north. In fact, I only took photos of it on one day, and not the best of conditions: morning instead of evening, and in the late afternoon haze instead of a foggy day.
Still after a little work, they came out pretty well:
I was born 35 years ago. My dad was 35 years old at the time.
Our time on earth is fleeting. To all of you, I wish you the best day on my birthday today.