I sure can pack’em in. The bike is ready for the St. Paul Classic Bike Tour tomorrow morning.
Hitchcock’s definition of happiness.
I guess I should put Hitchcock down on my list of people whose values I agree with. (Previously: Katherine Hepburn).
Look, I don’t know what you people are doing for International Women’s Day, but I’m giving props to Rear Admiral Grace Hopper, who helped conceive of COBOL, popularized the term “debugging” and wrote the first computer compiler.
Here she is talking to a room about network latency and microseconds, and, if you know me, you know that’s the quickest way straight to my heart.
Grace Hopper - Nanoseconds (by SeHouMusic)
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I have heard of her discussion for many years. This is the first time I have seen her nanosecond and microsecond.
(via poptech)
I took a cheesy bathroom mirror photo to show you guys what I found in the dryer. Finders keepers.. right?
Now. Now. Children.
Driving around during the Super Bowl
I found that the streets and highways of the Twin Cities were very sparsely populated last night. I drove to the area of Wheelock and Jackson in St. Paul and then into Uptown. I usually avoid I-94 between the Cities due to the high number of maniac drivers. It was almost like a ghost town going westbound and later coming back nearly as empty eastbound.
The best part was driving down Lyndale. Yes, I had to wait while someone at the last second decided to stop without warning to make a left turn into the Wedge Co-op. I have been trained for this and can usually spot the cars ahead of time. Otherwise, the road was quite empty.
We were able to depart from Uptown while the game was still on and therefore before the “drunk urban deer” were running around on the road. There were still a few of them - you know, the idiots that feel that jaywalking is a right and they are invincible. I can’t take credit for the title, my wife gave them that title since you look out for them like you look out for deer running across the road in the suburbs.
Good News - Bad News
The good news is that the snowblower started and I had enough gas for it to finish the driveway.
The bad news is that my son moved away and I had to run the snowblower myself.
This may be more computing power than NASA had to put man on the moon.
The page turner, eh? We can never resist a clever Rube Goldberg video. Happy Friday!
(HT RadioLab)
I’d hate to see what they would do if they were reading the paper online.
