Neat… Firefox tothe rescue.

November 21st, 2007

So this is so much cooler then that movie where Clint Eastwood steals that secret jet from the soviets and then spend 14 hours in a cockpit pressing buttons and looking at gauges (ACTING!) .
Firefox (1982).

Oh this is cool – there’s a plug in called stylish that allows you to write and save individual ’style files’ that effect your browser’s interface. Here’s a stylish bit of code that hides your bookmark tool bar until you mouse over.

It’s Like A Coen Brother’s Movie

November 19th, 2007


Where the hell is that brother?

This family thing is getting thinner by the minute. Mental Illness is so silly. People should set guide lines for what their margin of effective living is or something. Like a Living Will for the Mind or something like that.

“I Matt, being of about as sound of mind as I get right now [insert date] state that if I ever declare something is really awful, deleterious, detrimental, corrosive to my own well being AND I entertain with only a pantomimed silent nod to the suspended conflict – I am insane and you need to either help me out of it or bash my skull and put me into a coma so that my Living Will 1-month countdown will begin (see Section 3b)”

I’ve no idea what people in my family really want. Do they really want to self-medicate and elaborately construct convoluted scaffolding about their closest relationships or consume themselves with menial dogmatically bent epistemological circle-jerks? Am I fated to get just as bored and mess things up just to amuse some self-destructive attention depraved gene?

In the end I guess it’s none of my business – definitely not making money from it. I’ve actually been told that cliche’ when trying to get involved in overtly furtive problems my family was experiencing. Straight out of a made for tv script it was so lame: “It’s none of your business”. That line and “Well Matt, congratulations, you’ve won the booby prize”. Ha… I’m starting to think that’s right.

There’s a itty bitty flame that wants to help and love and fight for the people I love. It was once much more combustible and sometimes dangerous. I’ve quieted that thing again because I thought that was what people wanted. A big chunk of me muffled unless absolutely necessary. Dropped the oxygen supply to that pilot light flame.

I can smell that small trail of smoke dancing up from the last cinder. Old Matt would get that thing going… blow it up or pass out trying. Fighting out from a corner is the best way to see results.

But I don’t think I care. Or at least… I’m learning to not care. Trained to do something completely unnatural through repetition of stimuli. I hope this isn’t the old Matt… you know the impotent, boring, quiet, only rarely stirred to speak up guy that just wants to tend to the kids, get a rare nap in and get some laundry done. Cause I don’t think I’d like that guy.

This new struggle could just be symptomatic of having incredible kids and a cool wife that earn my devotion every minute of every day even though they wouldn’t have to do a damn thing for it. Everything else doesn’t really stand a chance. Especially not despondent slags.

Avanoo Post: Meditation

November 14th, 2007

A long time ago I came to the same realization the person quoted below came to… I’m not sure when it happened or if it was a part of my meditations up in trees or something. I know that it was before I left high school.

But I realized that as your realization of the world progressed you went through different stages:

first you don’t even realize that you have a brain

you get a headache or bump your head and you realize that there’s something squishy going on upstairs

you realize that your brain some times doesn’t work right when it’s late at night or early in the morning

you feel a slave to your brain and learn that it not only controls you but it may have limitations.

you start to identify with you brain and feel a kinship – you’re a team working together.

you realize that your brain is just a tool to wield at your discretion… a work horse that has it’s own moods and your control has lots to do with the product it yields.

Then much later you find alcohol and learn to punish your brain. And then much later on you get older and your brain starts tripping or forgetting where it left it’s keys. Hopefully by this time you find a nice tennis ball blinged out walker for your brain and you’ve started looking for a place with a nice view for it to retire to.

I thought that this was a natural progression for everyone. But it really isn’t. Few people can understand what’s going on there. This may just all be the way my crazy little brain is wired though. Well – not just me. Me and this guy who had to go on a meditation retreat.

Avanoo Post: Meditation (Part 2)
My mind, I come to realize, is just a tool that I can use to experience and exist in the world. And for the first time I’m learning how to observe it… and to not identify with it. So that I can use it with dexterity and without attachment.

Model Airplanes Look So Fun From Over Here

November 11th, 2007

Man that’s cool – B52 and an X1 that was launched mid flight with a working rocket engine.

Curing Insomnia Without the Pills – Well – Tara Parker-Pope – Health – New York Times Blog

November 6th, 2007

Curing Insomnia Without the Pills – Well – Tara Parker-Pope – Health – New York Times Blog
For people with chronic insomnia, studies show that simple behavioral and psychological treatments work just as well, and sometimes better, than popular medications, according to a report in The Journal of Family Practice.

Soldering Tips and Solder Techniques | Video Soldering Tips from BEST

November 1st, 2007

Soldering Tips and Solder Techniques | Video Soldering Tips from BEST

Vim tricks

November 1st, 2007

Quote from,-Vim.-Im-returning-to-Emacs.html

Long time back though I discovered the following mappings and stuck them in my .vimrc:

nnoremap :bnext
nnoremap :bprevious

Then you can essentially hit “Ctrl-Tab” and “Ctrl-Shift-Tab” to switch between buffers. So if you’re editing one and need to do something quick in the other just “:e other_file.txt” as suggested, edit it and then hit “Ctrl-Tab” to go back (or better yet, if you’re really done with it hit “:bd” to delete the buffer you just opened since you’re now done with it).

Also, in Vim 7+ try “:tabe” which opens up a file in a new tab. Then “gt” or “gT” switches forward and back (respectively) between tabs.

Nice phrase – maybe the next tattoo

November 1st, 2007

“entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem” (“entities should not be multiplied beyond necessity”).