
San Rafael, California, United States
Apple iPhone 6, Apple iPhone 6 back camera 4.15mm f/2.2
0.001 sec (1/1647) @ f/2.2, iso32 (29 mm)
If you live in The Richmond, you know that B*Star Bar is like eating at Burma Superstar but without the line.
My favorite brunch dish there is the Pork Tocino. Grilled jerk pork over a bed of garlic fried rice and cherry tomatoes, topped with scallions and balsamic vinegar.
Since Marie loves their Huevos Racheros, I end up ordering this dish a lot. The only times I don’t is when we bring a guest, then I suggest they get it and I order something else.
Continue reading about some WordPress plugin notes after the jump
This is my tooltip. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My tooltip is my blog’s best friend. It keeps the blog posts readable. I must master it as I must master my blogging.
It occurs to me that wpautop()
is the register_globals
of WordPress—a feature that was instrumental for its growth and popularity, but really needs to DIAF. They should rename the function wppeepee()
because it finds a way to pee pee on your content at the most inopportune moments, causing unending headaches in your code.
For those of you who don’t know, wpautop
can be seen as nl2br()
on steriods, or (as I prefer to call it) a poor man’s Markdown. It’s been in WordPress for almost forever, and it’s hard to imagine writing a blog post without it, even if it’s a Really Bad Idea™.
Continue reading about the interaction of wpautop, shortcodes and oEmbed after the jump
The Man in the High Castle by Philip K Dick
I’ve bought this book a while ago, since before I knew that Ridley Scott was working on a TV series based on it. Since the pilot was released on Amazon, Marie borrowed and read it before she started to see spoilers on her social network. Since she read it, we watched the pilot. Since I watched the pilot, I started reading the book in the evening. Since I started reading the book (and it is sci fi/fantasy), I finished it sometime in the middle of the night.
This is why I don’t read science fiction anymore.
Most movies (and I’ll assume this TV show) based on Phillip K Dick are usually loosely based on his books and short stories, where the core ideas (or, more likely, one or two of them) are kept and most of the storyline is not. From the pilot it is clear that this will follow that trend.
I mention this because I find it interesting that when this is done to nearly anyone else’s work readers are angry that either it doesn’t hold true to the original (in the case of contemporary writers), or they clearly list it as an adaptation (in the case of classic writers such as Shakespeare). The only common exception I can think are movies based on comic books—but the source material itself is inconsistent and full of reboots and retellings.
My only real criticism of the book is the use of the I Ching which I found frustrating and boring. After all, you are talking about someone who used to publish “horrorscopes” in college — horoscopes with unfortunate fortunes. This scientist has never taken kindly to that sort of mysticism.
The new version of Ulysses is out for Mac and iPad. (The Mac version is a free upgrade from Ulysses III; the iPad app is new).
It’s really hard to explain what this app is. In fact, I’ve been purchasing (and not using) this application for years before I realized that it strikes the right balance for a certain set of work.
Photo from July 18th, 2009.
Nikon D3, Lensbaby Composer, Tokina .45x macro
1/160 sec @ f/6.3, iso640, 50mm
This was the day of the 2nd Annual Worldwide Photowalk. On the way back to the car, I noticed these yellowjackets congregating around something. This became an excuse to pull out a closeup adapter and attempt some macro photography. I had to get pretty close though which caused my girlfriend some consternation.
The photo and processing was done a long time ago so I can’t comment on it very much. It looks like I had a predilection for overly saturated colors back then. 😉
Photo from March 14, 2015
Sony DSC-RX1
1/100sec @ f/5.6 iso 100, 35mm
I just was feeling the giant row of carts receding all the way into their garden center.
When Marie was shopping, another shopper was indignant, “I can’t get at [a free sample] because your cart is in the way.” I think if you can’t deal with giant-assed shopping carts, you might want to shop somewhere else.
Shopping at Costco in the ‘burbs is always a study in small contrasts: