the kitten report

Posted on Monday, 2005 August 22 by Anton

Pillow is adding to his repertoire: after a month largely spent crawling under things, in the past day or two I’ve seen him for the first time climbing onto things: a stool, a chair, a coffee-table, my bed. He seems a bit dazed at the novelty.

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file transfer

Posted on Saturday, 2005 August 20 by Anton

I hope soon to buy a Macintosh, and copy my files (4.4 GB) from the present Linux box. Is it easy to do that with an Ethernet line?

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Why Are They Killing Us?

Posted on Friday, 2005 August 19 by Anton

Sometimes Pat Buchanan hits a bullseye.

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QotD

Posted on Friday, 2005 August 19 by Anton

Letter to The Economist, August 13 issue:

My professor on an accounting course at Harvard Business School 25 years ago introduced it thus: “When most of you read accounting statements now, you do not understand them. At the end of this course, you will not believe them.”

Damianos Damianos
Athens

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save my joints

Posted on Monday, 2005 August 15 by Anton

For my sins I’m entering thousands of addresses into a LookOut contacts list, and find that each one takes a surprising number of mouse-clicks. It would go much easier if I could simply type them into a textfile and convert it somehow; is there a way to do that?

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it ain’t easy

Posted on Saturday, 2005 August 13 by Anton

On a list devoted to systems of writing, the subject of repetitive strain injuries came up, and Peter Daniels remarked:

Why do you suppose there are so many works for piano left hand? They didn’t stop being written after the one-armed [war injury] pianist Paul Wittgenstein retired and stopped commissioning them.

Daniels previously commented of the Wikipedia page about him that

It was quoted to me once, and yes, it had some “accurate facts” in it.

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Dear SFPD

Posted on Saturday, 2005 August 13 by Anton

Next time you protect me from a harmless druggie, could you not step on my foot?

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