We strolled over to Bartholdy Park this afternoon, and while Amy drew a paperbark maple I got some quick video of these two skippers on flowers . If you look closely you can even see their long black probosces uncurling to sip nectar from the flowers.
Pownce was okay, despite past incidences of seething hatred for it. It had file attachments, post comments, and an okay API. The whole “share files with your friends” angle rubbed me wrong, as I thought, “Isn’t that what email and FTP are for?” but as a feature added on to a microblogging platform it kind of worked. However — no SMS shortcode, no native IM support, and a desktop app that requires AIR.
Jaiku had the seeming advantage of being a recent Google acquisition, but as of late that hasn’t proven to be much of an advantage. While they do have [intermittent] instant messaging, a decent API, good stability, post comments, external feed reposting, and plans to move to Google App Engine, the brand has been sitting stagnant for so long that I wonder when they plan to push forward with anything at all. Plus, while they have an SMS shortcode, it doesn’t work for T-Mobile. Rage. Update: Well, speaking of stability, Jaiku went down in a big way this weekend. Maybe this is part of the App Engine port they’ve been touting, but losing them for a whole weekend without much warning doesn’t give me much confidence in Jaiku right now.
Plurk had a unique UI and interesting community features — horizontal scrolling timeline, post comments, karma system, multilanguage action verb dropdown — but there was no API, no SMS shortcode, an IM bot that stopped working soon after launch, and no particularly distinguishing features beyond the fun design and karma. It does seem to have gained traction among Filipinos for some reason, and an “unofficial” API has come out; but without SMS, IM, or ability to post from a native desktop app or from elsewhere on the web, there really wasn’t much incentive to stay on Plurk, and after a while the side-scrolling got so annoying that I would have just stuck to the mobile UI — had I stayed.
identi.ca looks like a promising solution, with OpenID, XMPP and an open-source backend supported by a passionate community of developers. If you enjoy reading the Quake 3/Linux troll, identi.ca might well be for you!
At the end of it all I went back to Twitter. For better or worse, they have first-mover advantage, the largest and most connected community, tons of funding, a working SMS shortcode, and improved stability. Sure, they lack a business plan, the API request cap is laughably low, XMPP/IM access are still down, and the popularity of the service has made it a massive spam magnet; but hey, it’s where most of my friends (and work) are, I can actually send SMS tweets through T-Mobile, and they’re actively and openly addressing the uptime, spam, and API issues as they go along. While Twitter IM is still down, it helps that multiprotocol IM client Digsby show Twitter updates through IM-like notifications in Windows, and there are Twitter Dashboard widgets for OS X. (I use Twitterlex.)
We haven’t seen a good exposure of Pandora’s odd-colored eyes lately, so I tried to get a nice shot of them last night. It wasn’t easy; even with our new five-headed floor lamp with full-spectrum Daylight CFL bulbs and a camera on high exposure, it was still a bit too dim to get a good photo of a restless cat’s moving head without ISO set way up — meaning lots of grain to offset motion blur.
I got the text message announcing Obama’s choice of Biden for his running mate at 3:04 AM, and snapped a photo and posted it to Flickr within two minutes of receiving it. (Oh, and I got the whole “It’s 3AM” reference out of my system over at We Love DC.)
As far as I can tell from the tags for SMS, text, Obama, and Biden, I beat everyone else to the mad rush to post photos of the text message to Flickr. So, I award an Olympic gold medal to myself in the total loser sport of uploading photos of famous text messages, with silver and bronze medals respectively to ckelley and admartinezjr — and an honorable mention to Sister72 for placing fourth, but also first after me to use the “3AM” gag.
More on Biden from Politico: Joseph Robinette Biden, Jr., and A Statesman Known for his Slips of the Tongue. But hey, he’s a Catholic (pro-abortion, unfortunately) who did well in states where Obama did poorly in primaries, and is chairman of the Committee on Foreign Relations, so he helps fill Obama’s perceived gaps in experience and foreign policy.
But let’s not lose sight of what’s really important here: first to upload photo of historic text message!!! Yeah! Woo hoo!! I rock so hard!!!
Okay, bed time.
Update: Those of you who want to use the photo for your blog entries and news stories, please use it freely. I have marked it “Creative Commons Attribution,” the most generous license in Flickr’s CC options. I mean, it’s not like I need to be all protective over a simple photo of a text message on a mobile phone.
Last Thursday, August 21st, marked the 25th year since the death of Ninoy Aquino. His opposition to the Marcos dictatorship and subsequent assassination sparked the flame of outrage which would lead to the EDSA People Power Revolution of 1986, sweeping Marcos from the presidency and restoring democracy to the Philippines. Ninoy’s wife Cory became President, and the Marcoses were exiled to Hawaii.
This homily given in Ateneo during a memorial mass by Philippine Jesuit provincial Fr. Jojo Magadia delves into the religious implications of Ninoy’s life and death from a Filipino Catholic perspective. Speaking as a Baptist, I’m not too keen on his typological approach of likening Ninoy’s death on an airport tarmac to the death of Christ on the cross — though the implication is that the sacrifice of Ninoy served as inspiration and catalyst, as opposed to the transcending sacrifice of the Crucifixion which was propitiatory — but of greater interest to me was Fr. Magadia’s account of Ninoy’s conversion experience while in the midst of imprisonment and torture, exemplifying the concept of koinonia.
The homily also notes the value of working to redeem society by striving for justice through faithful non-violence against opression, drawing on the example and witness of martyrs before us — hence the rallying cry which rose from the assassination, Di ka nag-iisa — “You are not alone.” (Literally translated, “you are not only one.”)
Twenty-five years. Since then, as we all know, the Marcoses have returned to the Philippines and re-ascended with their cronies to various positions of power (except old Ferdinand, whose refrigerated body is on display in a mausoleum), while corruption and stupidity thrive at all levels of government, and the Philippines continues to suffer through the slings and arrows of lessons still not learned, even a quarter-century later. Pretty much what I said six years ago. Yet in the midst of the unrest and chaos, a salute to those who still work for justice. Di ka nag-iisa.
I’m not sure what the story is behind this backhoe bucket and hydraulic demolition pick sitting forlorn in Foggy Bottom this morning, just feet apart on a Penn Ave sidewalk, but the mother to these poor orphan tractor parts was nowhere in sight. I weep for them.
On Saturday afternoon we went on one of those touristy walks we sometimes take, walking along the length of the National Mall from Capitol to Lincoln Memorial. While strolling down the Reflecting Pool Promenade, we spied this sleeping goose standing on one foot atop … something in the green, green water:
There’s those shades again, with a transitional half-shuttered version, this time spotted on a table at the Eastern Market flea market on Capitol Hill. Amee tells me they’re a Kanye West thing, from his “Stronger” video. Yesterday at Gallery Place we saw a girl wearing these shutter shades and a shirt with a picture of the same shades on them. Seriously.
Here are a few detail photos from “Now Thrive the Armorers,” an exhibit of historical European weapons and armor from the 15th to 17th Centuries at the Folger Shakespeare Library, all snapped before the guard yelled that photography isn’t allowed in the Great Hall. Oops, sorry about that.
I’ve lately been messing around with Second Life, Linden Labs’ buzz-generating, sometimes notorious, 3-D world. I had first tried it on my G3 iBook and older desktop PC, but it never got farther than the first load screen before crashing. (Flonkerton and Hidalgo run it better, though still a bit jerkily when lots of “prims” have been “rezzed.”)
The experience so far has been both fascinating and frustrating. Conceptually it sounds wonderful: provide a free and open scriptable 3-D environment with public and private spaces, unencumbered by the requirements of structured narrative or points-and-levels systems, thus freeing users to make what they will of their virtual space. Visual and conceptual art, role-playing, chat, conference, music, dancing, costumes, battle, terrorism, and various forms of simulated sexual activity (in which I have of course refrained from engaging) are all possible, given people, tools, scripts, virtual land, and Linden dollars (the local currency).
The result is a mixed landscape of strange 3D art, garish commerce, and gatherings of avatars in various shapes and costumes. Much of the world is like a vast, deserted museum of Dadaist architecture — deserted, but for conglomerations of green dots on the map, usually welcome locations where casual users appear immediately upon login, and, not bothering to move from the teleport hub, simply use the world as a glorified 3D chat room, whose art and commerce serve mainly to provide extra avatar bling. You can tell I’m not too fond of hanging around those chatty hubs. Rather, on some days, I like to walk over to the nearest roadside sandbox, rez a car or bus or plane or spaceship, and drive/fly around the mainland to gawk at things.
I say “on some days” because the world often suffers from lag: slow loading of land, objects, and textures due to heavy user activity. Second Life doesn’t handle high bandwidth traffic too well (and neither does my DSL connection), and it’s almost a regular occurrence that I find myself travelling faster than the world can load around me, such that I must pause in my movement to wait for land and trees and buildings and people to pop into existence, first as featureless gray polygons, then shapes with blurry details, and eventually actual objects and avatars with textures and colors on them (or black-on-white “Missing Image” placeholder textures) — and that’s with draw distance and detail set to their lowest. Add to this the constant banging into red-outlined parcels due to entry restrictions, or “expired region handoffs” caused by botched transitions between servers handling adjacent land areas, and the experience of the virtual world can get annoying very fast — or slow, depending on how you look at it.
Despite these drawbacks, Second Life has proven its usefulness and entertainment value on more than one geeky occasion. I spent Yuri’s Night hanging around the party at Extropia, chatting about spaceflight tech and history and examining their Soyuz and lunar rover replicas. While the Phoenix Lander was descending to Mars, I visited JPL’s Explorer Island to watch the landing event, joining a crowd of other avatars to watch an animated 3D model of Phoenix play out the landing process while JPL representative avatar “Jet Burns” answered questions from the audience. In both cases there was a sense of immediacy, immersiveness, and community exceeding the experience of text and images on a web forum or chat room.
Building and scripting add another layer of participatory interactivity to the world: users can create basic shapes (“prims,” short for “primitives”), texture them, assemble them into objects, script behaviors, attach objects to various parts of one’s body, and share or sell objects to others. LSL (Linden Scripting Language) serves well, but is very much an event-oriented language with a steep learning curve — to me, anyway. It helps that multiple scripts and even other objects and media can be dropped into an object’s “Contents,” making modular scripting and packaging a quick drag-and-drop affair when the materials are available. (I suppose one could consider that “object-oriented” scripting.)
So one could say I’ve been getting into this pretty heavily, though I haven’t yet gone so far as to exchange actual money for Linden Dollars (you can “camp” for free money at various freebie sims who pay you a pittance to boost their traffic numbers), nor have I paid to rent property from a landowner. I have been hanging around sandboxes working on dwellings, vehicles, weapons, and other fun stuff.
Want to find me there? Well to add some mystery to these proceedings I’m not telling you my Second Life avatar name. I’m constantly changing my avatar’s appearance and even gender; you’ll have to come hunting for me if you want to find out who I am over there. There are clues in the snapshots in this entry. (It’s not ‘Brownpau.’ I did claim it as a first name and modify the avatar to look like me, but that’s not the avatar I regularly use.)
(Oh, hey, I managed to write this whole post without making a joke about having a “First Life.” Hurrah for avoiding the low-hanging fruit.)