Wil Shipley writes some interesting stuff in his blog, but something in this post just cracked me up:
Google employees are the Kobe Beef of computer programmers
(because Google is made up of a bunch of well-massaged, well-fed, lovable computer wonks).
I admit this post is completely pointless, but the mental image of a bunch of hackers getting massages and chewing their cuds while they banged out code was just too funny for me to pass up.
One of our recent Netflix rentals was The End of Suburbia. I’ve been reading quite a bit on urban planning lately, especially New Urbanism, and somewhere along my journey I found a pointer to this movie. I’ll hopefully write about New Urbanism later, but for this post I want to focus on the movie and my family’s reaction to it.
Racism is still with us. My wife opened the curtains this morning and got to see this:
I’m so mad about this, I can’t even write anything more about this right now.
I was just over on Uneasy Rhetoric who is unfortunately taking an indefinite hiatus from blogging. That’ll be a great loss for Sacramento. But the good news is that I ran across a comment by Margaret and stopped by her site for the first time in way too long. It turns out that Margaret and Chris are Netflix members, so I hopped over to Netflix and see about adding them to my friends list there. I’m not very happy with Netflix’s approach, which seems too spammy to me, so I’d rather not use it. But I did find an invitation to join my Netflix friends list which is a URL that you can email or post (as I’m doing here). So if you’re a Netflix user and a reader, please follow that link and add me (and my family) as one of your friends!
