Tuesday, 31 March 2009
Sunday, 29 March 2009
"No Time to Pray? No Problem! Your Computer Can Do It For You"
"...The program uses text-to-speech synthesizers to say prayers in a voice designed to emulate the volume and speed of an average praying person. Choose from Protestant, Catholic, Jewish, Muslim, and if you’re unaffiliated, no problem! They’ve got options for you as well. Prices for the prayers vary, depending on the length..."
Logan comments; "leaving you time to get on with more important stuff" - more important than talking to God, that is.
Next, a warning. If a message like this shows up in your Inbox, don't believe it, delete it immediately. "...We are pleased to inform you that your email address has won an Award in the Google 10 Years Anniversary Award..."
Yes, of course it's a scam. I thought they had a nice touch, though, with their helpful sign-off message and some totally unrelated blather about Google's size;
"Please do not reply if you are NOT the owner of this email address
Congratulations!! Sincerely Yours,
After 10 years of establishment, Google Inc is worth over 23 Billion US Dollars with over 20,000 workers worldwide making it the best and most successful online search engine in the world."
Isn't it good of them to be concerned about security?
We're off for a sail this morning, now that the City To Surf runners and walkers have mostly passed through the neighbourhood, and the roads are usable again. I'll try not to bash my head on the boom this time.
Thursday, 26 March 2009
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
I did catch an interesting snap at the supermarket on Saturday morning - I had just parked my Mazda AZ3 when an identical one came and parked nearby. Cute!
Friday, 20 March 2009
Thursday, 19 March 2009
Still, I got time to take a photo with my webcam.
Monday, 16 March 2009
The end result is that we agreed to form a loose association with a rep from each university (I'm Mr Canterbury) and a web site with links to each of our institutions and our projects. We'll form a sub group on moodle.org, and will lobby Moodle Central and the government when we want changes. Watch this space.
Some may say I've drunk the Moodle kool-aid. I just wish Moodle had a way to add a user to 20 courses at once - how did an LMS get this far down the track without such an elementary feature?
A total change of subject, to show you this amazing picture - and because I haven't put a picture to break up the last 3 or 4 posts.
Sunday, 15 March 2009
Saturday, 14 March 2009
Here's a humorous take on His Holiness "the bishop of bling" and his expensive tastes, from the satire show Eating Media Lunch.
Friday, 13 March 2009
Anyway, the event has made Hagley Park and Harper Avenue a no-go zone for those who have to traverse the area on the way to work, and apparently the show is getting huge crowds. The food and beverage services are struggling to cope, according to letters in today's Press. I wonder what people make of tropical garden exhibits with falling autumn leaves among the palms?
I tried to remove a stuck winch on my boat on Tuesday, and got driven away by a dramatic southerly front; I haven't had a chance to get back, so that will have to be tomorrow's job. We can sail without it, I suppose - I hope I can un-stick it once I get it off the cabin roof, otherwise we may have to buy a replacement!
Monday, 9 March 2009
On Saturday Heather and went for a bike ride after a morning of domestic duties. We rode to North Beach then I left and set off on a bit of a charge into the northwest wind, across from the beaches, past Burwood and along QE2 Drive to Northcote. At the railway corridor I decided I'd had enough of headwinds so I turned south and rode the railway cycle track. I left that at Glandovey Rd and returned home via Rossall St, Carlton Mill Rd, and Bealey Ave - only 30km but 15km had been into a strong head wind.
Saturday night was good and bad; we had a lovely dinner of blue cod and salad, then I watched the Crusaders lose to the Highlanders, and had an early night.
An early start (for our crew) on Sunday morning saw us launching Impulsive at 10.30am, in conditions perfect for water skiing. It was so calm and sunny that we didn't even try to sail, but motored all the way up the harbour, around Adderley Head, and into Port Levy. We motored about 2/3 of the way down that harbour, past large mussel farms, and moored in a little bay at 1pm. We dropped the anchor about 40m off shore and eased in backwards until we were so close to the beach that Darren could step off and hardly get his feet wet - the beach was all boulders the size of softballs, and was so steep that we could float a metre away without touching ground.
Darren's search for mussels came up empty-handed, so we ate lunch, hoisted the sails, and pulled up the anchor. We followed an intriguing twin masted cruising yacht out to the open sea in a good 10 knot easterly - which died as we arrived off Adderley Head, between the two harbours. I suspect that the headland acted like a rock in a river, with a "bow wave" upwind, and we were in it going nowhere, 200m from the waves breaking on the rocky cliffs.
We were about to start the motor, when along came our mate Chris Hutching, in his little cruising yacht Henry Salad (reputedly a Monty Python character, but I'm dubious about that). We motored on till we were in Lyttelton Harbour out of danger, then tied up with Chris and drifted about having a drink and a chat for half an hour, before parting company. That was followed by a terrific spinnaker run (with crackers and pate) back downthe harbour, in a 10 knot breeze. We gybed three times, twice successfully, but during the last gybe we let the spinnaker fall uncontrolled onto the forestay, where it tangled into a wineglass. (I must remember to tighten the sheet b efore gybing.) Rather than rip the sail, we gently lowered it and unwound it, and ended the day about 5pm.
Tired but happy, I slept extremely well.
Friday, 6 March 2009
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
"...But what happens when farming collapses? The prospect for that is closer than most of us might realize. The way we produce our food has been organized at a scale that has ruinous consequences, not least its addiction to capital. Now that banking is in collapse, capital will be extremely scarce. Nobody in the cities reads farm news, or listens to farm reports on the radio. Guess what, though: we are entering the planting season. It will be interesting to learn how many farmers "out there" in the Cheez Doodle belt are not able to secure loans for this year's crop."Oh no! No buns for the Whopper Cheese Burgers with Extra Everything! Seriously, a US public without wheat products and corn syrup will not be a pleasant crowd to deal with. They'll be meaner than a junkyard dog when they can't buy sweetened bread and peanut butter, or a box of Twinkies.
"We've got too hung up on people's rights." says Mr Garrett - who then says that he's defending victims' rights.
Let's do away with defence lawyers, legal aid, and freedom of the press while we're at it. Wouldn't life be simpler and more efficient without fair trade, environmental, and workers' rights legislation as well? I bet Mr Garrett could come up with a Final Solution for South Auckland's Polynesian youth gangs - and he'd look very dashing in a brown uniform.