For the eighth time(!), someone has managed to contact me out of the blue though random Googling about C—. My flickr photos seem to be the largest single culprit and the fact that I’m pretty free with my own contact information doesn’t help matters.
If it is about weddings. I can’t help you. I broke up with C— eleven months ago. I know less than almost anyone else what is going on with her.Continue reading
There is no way I can roll with the hip Asian lingo…
G—: Damn, you drop two hunna on a Boss shirt and you wear shoes like that?
G—: Fuck you. I’m half black. I’m black from the waist down, bitch.
(After Q— gets bounced trying to enter a strip club)
G—: C’mon, let’s got to C—.
H—: I don’t want no “numbers and call tomorrow.” I just want titties in my fucking face.
G— (to Q—): How many times we gone out? Who the hell doesn’t carry an I.D. with them?
Q—: I got my I.D. right here. (strokes beard)
G—: You just look like a fat fifteen-year-old with a goatee. Fuck, now I’m going to have to pay to get your ass into C—.
Me. Sometimes a little out of place…
…other times a lot.
[tags]asian, fashion, nightclubbing, black, strip club, carding, urban dictionary, lingo[/tags]
Haven’t blogged on photography in a while. Sorry
On [2006/12/31 6:48PM], I sat on an article that I started months before. Good thing! because it would have been embarassing to blog on something I wouldn’t get until six months later!
Back then, Boris speculated on what my next lens was going to be.
Here is the answer:
Nikon D200, Tokina AT-X 165 PRO DX (16-50mm f/2.8)
1/15sec @ f/2.8, iso 1250, 50mm (75mm)
Can you believe I haven’t bought any photo equipment in half a year?
[Wedding lenses and the Tokina AT-X 165 after the jump.]Continue reading
Nikon D200, Nikkor 18-200mm f/3.5-.56G VR
1/60sec @ f/5.3, iso 3200, 120mm (180mm)
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Dave invited me to his son’s baptism. I put on a shirt and tie and drove down to South Bay.
I showed up early, had to drop off some stuff at Goodwill, and ended up loitering outside the church messing with Google WiFi. By the time I figured out that all the other people there were doing this weird makeshift flea market thing and everyone else was already inside, mass had already started!
Afterward, it turned out Mark was moving to San Francisco, so I went to the party for a short while and booked it back to SOMA to help him move.
That meant a couple more people got to see me working the shirt and tie…Ahh, East Coast strikes again.
(Mark and Rose bought me dinner at Koh Samui and The Monkey in SOMA.)
The Terry Chay peak theory, also known as peak ruby, is a not-so-influential theory concerning the long-term popularity of software languages. It predicted that future popularity in Ruby will reach a peak sometime in the year 2007 and then decline. Some observers believe that because of the high dependence of the language on hype, the impending post-peak scalability problems and possible resulting severe migration to another language du jour as the next panacea. (citation needed)
A conversation (that mostly happened):
D—: You killed Ruby! You bastard!
Me: I didn’t start the fire! 😀 Yeah, that one-month dip was a big deal in the Ruby community.
D—: They got bent out of shape over the tiobe stats? It was a one-month statistical glitch. They don’t know what a stat is.
D—: On that channel9 link, Replace Ruby with Java. It’s the same thing. “I’m sorry, you just used the wrong JVM. Why not use IBM’s.”
Me: No, you just don’t understand the psychology of Ruby people.
D—: I don’t.
[The psychology of Ruby after the jump.]Continue reading
Nikon D70, Nikkor 50mm f/1.8D
1/50sec @ f/1.8, iso 640, 50mm (75mm)
Yet another piece of the internet zeitgeist passes me by…
[More cats after the jump.]Continue reading
“You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move.”
—Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
When taking the long way home, I noticed a lady sweeping the sidewalk while her pug watched over her.
I had to stop by and pet the dog. Another pug came out. Then another. (The fourth one didn’t make it down the steps.) We talked for a bit (with the lady, not the dogs—they just made various attempts for my attentions).
I asked for directions. I plugged dogster. (Being a geek, I mentioned how this beat out them in this.)
Somewhere along the way she asked if I was a student.
I wrote before that I get that a lot. But the day after my birthday, at this stage in my life, that’s a pretty cool thing to hear.
(The guys at work joke that I’m 21 Jump Street, to which a friend points out that I and Johnny Depp share the same birthday.)
Wow, it’s my birthday already. Happy Birthday…to me!
And few things make me happier than when I see my own Plaxo e-cards sent to me on my birthday. Some of you can guess why…
Here is a selection of some of them.
[After the jump.]
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I read today that Mark is moved up to San Francisco.
Cool.
Oh and he’s going to be working at the same company as me.
Cool.
Did you know the only project we worked on together at Plaxo was Lunch 2.0?
“This is going to be legen… wait for it …DARY!”
Nikon D70, Nikkor 12-24mm f/4G
f/7.1 at 1/125 second, 12mm (18mm), iso 200
The first Lunch 2.0: Sneaking into Yahoo! Mission College Campus.
Me: I mean I’m pretty shy—oh, don’t laugh, it’s true. Internally, I have to really force myself to talk to a new person. I just want to crawl into my hole.
H—: But I think you like to meet people.
Me: Especially at Caltech. You talk to a girl there are only two possibilities: 1) You talk to her with four other guys talking to her; or, 2) you talk to her for like ten seconds before four other guys come around to talk to her.
H—: Hahah. Well, you know what they say… “The odds are good when the goods are odd.”
Me: “The odds are good when the goods are odd?” Sounds like a poster advocating a Prince Albert.