lwood: (knit)
Thanks to a tip from [livejournal.com profile] zoe_me, I found the right yarn at Purlescence, in beautiful downtown Sunnyvale. While they're not ordinarily open on Sunday, they are today--for an anti-Super-Bowl party, where all yarn is 25% off. Oh, and in sufficient quantity that I needn't fret about a run on the stuff in the next couple hours.



[livejournal.com profile] dpaxson is willing to lend her wheels to the effort, which is nice as otherwise it's not likely I'll have the sweater by Pantheacon. One knows, however, that "done by Pantheacon" is sufficient inducement in her world, as it would be in mine, and so.

For during-con knitting, I shall have lovely, talented, very portable, non-bulky...socks. They may be the only non-bulky thing going to the con in my luggage, unlike, say, the several devotional shawls and other things for my Show and Tell Pagan Fiber Arts panel at P-Con.

-- Lorrie

PS: "Q'pla!" For the scanty handful on my flist who are insufficiently fannish (...!?), it's Klingon. For when one wants an enthusiastic ejaculatory interjection for "Success!". Also usable as a parting statement, like wishing someone good luck. I find it a satisfactorily heathen (and unashamedly modernist) sort of thing.
lwood: (knit)
So, I realise that when I asked with crazy ASCII markup in place of oh, pictures, that really...I should have pictures. I finished Sleeve Two over lunch, and had co-worker Steve take the pics--I now have it on good authority that the iPhone's craptastic camera sucks less than several other phones' craptastic cameras. Yay?

There are pictures back here, which are low bandwidth but tall, so behold my lj-cut. )
lwood: (wizpod)
I have disabled my LiveJournal E-Mail forwarder--it was getting me nothing but spam, and was only used by people who didn't yet know my real address.

This is only a feature that applies to Paid and Permanent members: your usedname at livejournal.com will forward to your real e-mail address, which is great except now it's a favored target for dictionary spam attacks--i.e., "throw a bunch of letters @livejournal.com, some are bound to work". This, by the way, is one of the several reasons why large free webmail providers (Hotmail, Yahoo, GMail, et al) are particularly spam-prone. It's not that Microsoft sells your e-dress, it's that any alphabet soup is more likely to work than not.

Should you, Gentle Paid or Permanent Member, find yourself plagued by this feature and have no real use for it, descend into LiveJournal's dank, drippy, geeky sub-basement and issue the following comment:

set no_mail_alias 1

--then click "Submit"

Should you ever wish to enable this again, go back to the basement and say:

set no_mail_alias 0

In other news, a whole pile of software was just upgraded on lorien, my server. Until I can dedicate the days required to migrate everything to the new snazzy hardware, the best I can do is patch what I've got. Thus, with the new release of Debian GNU/Linux, I have upgraded lorien to 3.0/etch from 2.1/sarge.

What that means to you is that stuff might have broken. [livejournal.com profile] wolfs_daugher cannot access my webmail, but I can. How's the weather out there, O Flying Monkeys of the Lazyweb?

Also, as usual, if any of you want a e-mail address that doesn't come with prying corporate eyes of any of that crazy government bullpucky, drop me a line (or comment) and we'll talk.

-- Lorrie
lwood: (Default)

Biohazard Safety Level 3.

It's what we have to deal with on the floor what studies HIV & AIDS. The BSL 3 area is where we handle live HIV, so you bet your booty we got Protocols out to here. Cap, booties, gown, all the fashion sense of an extra on House, M.D. The Stand.

Nothing airborne in there, mind you, more like "beware the needlestick". HIV is a fragile critter that can't abide dry air. But this is the Careful Room, so we are Careful.

Here's Why IT Is Cool:

Wherever someone is trying to sift facts from the vapours of theory, these days...they have a computer.

And sometimes those computers break.

When they break, I get to fix them. This one, from reports, looks like it got pwned, and will need a wipe & reinstall to be sure.

What's even cooler, though, is that this is for the flow cytometry folks. What's that? Basically, it's a way to identify and sort fantastically tiny things that involves lots of computers and lasers--for those of you looking for news of those infamous Glow-inna-Dark Mice, yes, you can use the presence or absence of flourescence as a sorting criterion, therefore these people are wholly in favor of flourescent mice (bioflourescent != bioluminescent, mind, but people ask me about the Glow-inna-Dark Mice, so).

I love my dayjob.

-- Lorrie, continuing to Use Her Powers for Good--and for Awesome!
lwood: (westria)


Non-Geek version: Now, when people sign up for my bulletin board thingy, they have to answer a math question. Automated botnets set up to try and register on my (deliberately off-brand-but-actively-maintained) forum system will not expect this, and fail. Yay. Should the blighters get in anyway, another system will check posts over looking for Dastardly Activity, also yay.

Now if anyone ever posted...I'd be set.

Geek version:

I got the code, then jiggered the English parts and, with the help of [livejournal.com profile] feonixrift, made it a 50/50 shot you'd get a multiplication question instead of an addition one. Subtraction and division might have frightened people and/or required more elaborate checks; mustn't frighten off the mathematically illiterate.

Also, I swatted the n00b programmer, corrected his missing semicolon (ewps), and allowed as how it is Good Practice to use the long form of the php variable query instead of the short form, as the short form is not universally enabled, and therefore will hamstring the innocent, clueless administrator.

Like myself, until I waved the poor thing at [livejournal.com profile] feonixrift while hunting through php.ini for some distasteful setting.

Akismet is Doing the Right Thing--it successfully caught a spam post in its tracks.

Now if anyone ever posted...I'd be all set.

-- Lorrie
lwood: (Default)
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
--Robert Heinlein

My answers to the checklist behind the cut. )


Should work on that.

For rather a few of these, I admit, I Have People for That: I can think of three people I'd ask for anything involving slaughtering, flensing, or butchering, another three for a sonnet, a couple for bone setting, and so on. When any of those have a computer that needs a Stern Talking-To, they call me. This is a community, whereas Heinlein was speaking to the rugged individualist. Those are important, and well, and good, but so is interdependence.

-- Lorrie
lwood: (elder futhark)
(a non-ongoing, non-consecutively numbered series, nicked proudly from [livejournal.com profile] camwyn)

While on the several sundry shuttles that get me to the Mad Scientists' Home, I espy one of many signs promoting the new Third Street Light Rail, which will be known as the "T" for "Third".

"But Third doesn't start with a 'T', it starts with a Þ!"*

Imagine, if you will, a City by the Bay spreckled with Þ's--yes, gentles, San Francisco would be sticking its tongue out at you. Neener!

But no, instead we flush several centuries of West Norse and Anglo-Saxon typography right down the drain and settle on T.

I blame the Normans. Silly Normans...

-- Lorrie 8-Þ

* - Note for the Orthographically Challenged: Þ, and its lowercase partner in crime þ is a character known as "thorn" or "thurs" (giant/Jotun/etc), depending on which rune poem you're citing--in HTML, the Anglo-Saxon 'thorn' wins out...for a letter only in modern use in Icelandic, go figure. It may represent either of the two phonemes that in Modern English are relegated to the low-rent dyad 'th': the voiceless interdental fricative demonstrated above (third), or the voiced dental fricative of the 'th' in 'the'. In Icelandic, it's only for the voiceless version; the voiced gets the also stylish, also underused eth, spelled Ð and ð.

†‡ - Dyad. It means pair, for when those times "pair" is insufficiently snooty. Don't blame me, blame Edred Thorsson.

- My footnotes can so have footnotes of their own! See!
lwood: (semper slug)
Friends, Gondorians, Rohirrim...lend me your eyes.

Because SOMEONE has Too Much Time on His Hands (stop, you vile Styx song cue--back, I say! Eat flaming Howard Shore!)/


Safe for Work, although your mad cackling may not be: the Battle of Helm's Deep, restaged...in candy.


-- Lorrie
lwood: (westria)
Ha! Having tired yet again of the neverending flood of spammer registrations to the forums on the Westria site, to say nothing of mucking them out every day, I have found a simple answer that is not yet another CAPTCHA, 'cos, you know, "hate with the white-hot fury of a million suns" is about how I feel about CAPTCHA.

And I'm not thrilled with the automated spam site checker mods for my chosen forum software, because it means more mucking and some small chance of false positives.

Just found a guy, however, who wrote a mod that asks simple math questions on the reg page. If you don't know that 2+4=6 (et al), you get no cookie from me.

I have written away for it, and await with bated breath.

-- Lorrie
lwood: (Default)


Full fat milk makes you thinner - Swedish study

Published: 8th January 2007 10:54 CET
Online: http://www.thelocal.se/6019/

Full fat dairy products are more likely to keep you slim than comparable low fat foods. That's the apparently topsy-turvy conclusion of a new Swedish study, which shows that the fat encourages calcium uptake.

Researchers at Stockholm's Karolinska Institute now reckon that daily consumption of full fat dairy products will lead to a reduction of obesity, reported Svenska Dagbladet.

--for the rest, read the article, but there's not much more than that.

Snagged from [livejournal.com profile] macraven, aka Dave "Daithi" Haxton, your one-stop shop for heathen geeky farmer ranty needs--who reminds you that food that's been dicked around with less is better for you.

-- Lorrie
lwood: (Default)
From The Guardian, for the benefit of the Celtically and linguistically inclined on my friends' list. My favorite line? The punchline (which I would love to know how to say in Old Norse for those special occasions), so go read. 8-)

'Cá Bhfuil Na Gaeilg eoirí?' - 'Where are all the Gaelic speakers?' )
lwood: (Default)
You young whippersnappers! In MY day, we didn't have your World Wide Webs! We uploaded with baud! Uphill! Both ways! In a packet storm! We ATE spam and LIKED it!

And when we wanted to know what that damn quake was, WE USED OUR FINGER!

(Highlight of appropriate line added via distinctly non-old-school FONT tag. Tongue completely in cheek to avoid coyote-like lolling.)

lwood@lorien:~$ finger -l quake@quake.geo.berkeley.edu
Login name: quake                       In real life: EQs? USE finger -l
Directory: /home/dc1/quake              Shell: /bin/csh
Never logged in.
No unread mail

           U.S. Geological Survey, Menlo Park, California.
       U.C. Berkeley Seismological Laboratory, Berkeley, California.
         (members of the Council of the National Seismic System)

NOTE:  Information in this page is updated regularly.  If you are accessing
this page via the Web, you may need to RELOAD the page to get current data.

Below is a list of magnitude 2 or greater earthquakes recorded by the USGS
Northern California Seismic Network and the UCB Berkeley Digital Seismic
Network during the last 3 days.  All times are in UTC (Universal Time),
which is 8 hours ahead of PST and 7 hours ahead of PDT.  This catalog is
valid for Central and Northern California (approximately north of San Luis
Obispo along the coast and 37 degrees N at the Nevada border). 

Magnitudes are reported as local magnitude (Ml) or coda duration magnitude
(Md) for small events.  Depth is in kilometers.  Q is location quality,
where the quality of the location solution is A=E (A=good, E=bad), and '*'
indicates the solution is from an automated system and has not been reviewed
by staff.

Note:  This is PRELIMINARY information.  Earthquakes before 00:00 UT today
which occur > ~50 km outside the boundaries of the network will not be
listed unless reviewed by seismologists.

Catalogs for other regions of the country can be obtained by using 
`finger quake@computer'  for the following computers:
  geophys.washington.edu (Washington and Oregon)
  seismo.unr.edu  (Nevada)         scec.gps.caltech.edu (southern California)
  eqinfo.seis.utah.edu (Utah)      fm.gi.alaska.edu (Alaska)  
  slueas.slu.edu (central US)      gldfs.cr.usgs.gov (large world-wide)
  tako.wr.usgs.gov (Hawaii)

WWW access: for these lists, maps, and more go to http://quake.usgs.gov

Updated at Thu Dec 21 17:16:00 GMT 2006 a.k.a. Thu Dec 21 09:16:00 PST 2006

yy/mm/dd hh:mm:ss   deg.   deg.    km
06/12/18 19:48:04  38.82N 122.79W   0.6 2.7Md A*   3 km NNE of  The Geysers, CA
06/12/19 00:03:07  35.60N 120.75W   5.8 2.3Md B*   6 km NW of  Templeton, CA
06/12/19 04:06:41  36.16N 120.28W  10.9 2.1Md B*   8 km ENE of  Coalinga, CA
06/12/19 06:36:28  40.34N 124.46W  18.9 3.3Ml C*  15 km W of  Petrolia, CA
06/12/19 15:10:10  37.49N 118.19W  12.6 2.5Md B*  23 km NE of  Bishop, CA
06/12/19 15:15:19  37.49N 118.19W  12.1 2.8Md B*  23 km NE of  Bishop, CA
06/12/19 15:18:40  37.49N 118.19W  10.9 3.4Ml B*  23 km NE of  Bishop, CA
06/12/19 15:21:42  37.49N 118.19W   9.2 4.0Ml B*  23 km NE of  Bishop, CA
06/12/19 15:36:09  37.49N 118.19W   5.8 2.7Md B*  23 km NE of  Bishop, CA
06/12/20 00:47:42  38.67N 119.84W   0.0 2.6Md B*   4 km WSW of  Markleeville, CA
06/12/20 02:14:35  38.83N 122.80W   2.8 2.6Md A*   4 km N of  The Geysers, CA
06/12/20 09:48:27  40.61N 124.22W  16.4 2.7Md C*   5 km NE of  Ferndale, CA
06/12/20 13:47:54  40.72N 121.52W  10.4 2.2Md C*  22 km SE of  Burney, CA
06/12/20 20:13:01  38.82N 122.80W   3.6 2.3Md B*   2 km NNE of  The Geysers, CA
06/12/21 03:12:28  37.86N 122.24W   9.0 3.7Ml A*   4 km ESE of  Berkeley, CA
06/12/21 08:55:40  37.86N 122.24W   8.8 2.2Md A*   4 km ESE of  Berkeley, CA
06/12/21 12:09:12  39.86N 123.48W   3.3 2.1Md B*  20 km WNW of  Covelo, CA
06/12/21 13:50:08  38.08N 118.68W   6.8 2.2Md B*  29 km SSW of  Qualeys Camp, NV
06/12/21 14:06:32  36.47N 121.04W   4.4 2.9Md B*  11 km SE of  Pinnacles, CA

You kids these days...no appreciation for a command line interface!

And get offa my lawn!

Less colorfully--yeah, we felt that. More like a bangish THUMP, like a car hitting the building or a cabinet falling, than any real shaking thing. I'm quite gratified that pegging it as a 4.0 got me within a mere factor of three (remember, Richter is a logarithmic scale) of those guys with their fancy-schmancy seismographs. ;)

-- Lorrie ("And we LIKED it!")
lwood: (silicon spiderweb)
I have an iPod named Omi, who goes about with me. I usually set it on Random, which means that Steely Dan might well be followed by Wagner, with AC-DC or [livejournal.com profile] cadhla as a chaser.

As I strode across the quad en route to the Mad Scientists' Home, Omi offered up something lovely, and bouncy, and Celto-Rocky. There were bagpipes, and an electric guitar, and, eventually, a fiddle.

"Is it Annwn? Except for the electric guitar, it might be Battlefield Band. But with that fiddle! It must be Leigh Ann--no, wait, that could actually add up to Heather Alexander, particularly in the incarnation of Uffington Horse, but that album doesn't have any instrumentals...."

Eventually, I pulled Omi from my breast pocket and looked at his screen.

All those guesses were wrong!

It was Tornaod, off of Orìn, which had been a gift to me from the inestimable [livejournal.com profile] dr_beowulf, as his sister Beth co-wrote and co-sings one of their snappy "Progressive Breton" pieces, but not this one.

Which means:

If you liked (okay, I admit it, I probably mean "have heard of") any of the above, you may well any others. Specifically, by the way, anything Annwn ever recorded for commercial sale is available via the referenced link, so you can bulk up your mp3 collection, not only for free, but completely for legal.


-- Lorrie
lwood: (Default)


NASA Unveils Plan to Return to the Moon.
Article Text Behind Cut )

Great! Now all we need is for Bell Labs somebody to get off their arses and start developing that High Optional Logical Multi-Evaluating Supervisor. We've only got until 2024 to get three of those buggers made, and I figure 2075 for the fourth one to wake up.

It is not, after all, like the "Crazy Years" are not still upon us...

-- Lorrie

* - Through Adversity to the Stars". Those of you who didn't already know that and yet call yourselves fannish of a science fictional persuasion, deduct three points from your overall score on the "hard science fiction" portion of the May exam. Sheesh.
lwood: (raven watching)

Y'all heathen guys?

I found a thing...


Durham and York, 6th-12th August, 2006

Major Theme: The Fantastic in Old Norse / Icelandic

More details here, including links. )
I'm just starting to go through these, but I think my favorite so far is: "How Elvish Were The Álfar?"

This is probably because it has a killer paragraph like this one. )Am I going to agree with everything in here? Of course not. But passionate inquiry and discussion of ideas are what keeps heathenry--or any faith!--strong, vibrant, and alive. Some stability is necessary, of course, but not stagnation.

I seek equilibrium...and it's necessarily a dynamic state; dancing on a spearpoint.

Oh, and one more title to tease people:

Spirits Through Respiratory Passages Yes. Exactly what it sounds like.


Now--back to work; that paper won't write itself...

-- Lorrie
lwood: (kushtaka)
One of the Mad Scientists had a presentation for we Administrative wonks over lunch, on the lifecycle of HIV and what we're doing about that. I was the Designated IT Guy, so I sat in the front row, cowl pulled up.

"Are you supposed to be Death?" asked The Head Honcho.

I turned and smiled. "No, Doctor M, I'm a Jedi."

"Oh! You had me worried for a minute there!" After all, our Mad Science revolves around three big killers...appearing as Death would have been in supremely poor taste.

Later, gliding down the hall with overrobe closed and hood pulled up:

"What are you supposed to be, Gandalf?"

"Nope, I'm a Jedi! See?" I opened my robe, revealing the underlayers that made everything much more clear.

I glided away, and only I could hear the baritone chuckle...a Word from Our Sponsor, living at the intersection of Death and Gandalf for mumblemumble years.

This earned a sotto voce, loving, respectful, "Oh, shut up."

Then I grinned, and kept on toward the Mad Scientist Home's Hallowe'en Party, where I demonstrated that, really, the fog effects of dry ice are much improved if the water's hot, and then bowed out of the costume competition per se--but not before a Picture was Taken, which I will probably post later for your dartboard-mounting pleasure. ;)

-- Lorrie
lwood: (lwood lego)
"Are those Jedi robes?"

"Yes, ma'am, they are."

"Oh! Wow, cool!"

Some years ago, the Most Excellent [livejournal.com profile] lferion made me a set of Jedi robes, which I wear whenever opportunity presents itself--seeing as my costume closet has about three choices*, this isn't as difficult as it first appears.

Now, I could, conceivably, fold the whole kit up, stuff it in my knitting bag, and take same on the Transbay Bus, but really...it's Hallowe'en/Samhain/Winternights/Dead Guys' Night/etc. If there is any day when it would be better to let your freak flag fly, I can't think of what is. If I can make the hardened pedestrians of San Francisco stop, look, and think--then I've Done My Job.

So I dress.

Drawstring pants. Raw silk undertunic in a grey that wanders toward lavender. Blue-grey overtunic, stole, and sash, all in more raw silk. Black leather belt. Light wool, loose-woven, darker blue-grey burnoose (that's "big flappy cloak-robe" to most of youse). A pair of clogs**.

I swirl the burnoose around me and, with two hands, pull the hood forward, over my brow. The last step is to clasp my hands in front of me, overlapping the sleeves. It's a chilly morning as I glide toward the bus stop.

A Jedi never hurries. The flow of the Force will guide what she needs to her, when she needs it. This includes the Transbay Bus.

Have you ever noticed that a properly done costume...wears you? As I glide through the ramps and hallways of the Transbay Terminal, cloakrobe swirling around me, I stand straighter, walk in a purposeful glide instead of a stalk, charge, or stroll. I find that myself urged to hold myself to be worth of the image I portray: formal speech, good manners, compassion towards all I meet--I walk too many dark paths to be wholly Light Side, but the Grey Side suits me...and today I can show that.

Another shuttle later, I arrive at work, cloak-robe at my side as the bus was too warm for it. Just before I enter my building, I swirl it around me again, pull the hood forward, thread my hands into the sleeves.

"Aw, now, see--she's getting ready," declares the AA who came with me from the shuttle stop to the third in our party. Said third had hoped someone would dress up as Ewan MacGregor, and had wanted to be Satine, herself.

"Well, I did used to wear a Padawan braid, but no costume is going to make me look like Ewan, I'm afraid!"

I hold the door open, let them in, and, alone now, circle Reception and glide at a smooth, measured pace down the hallway and through Administration.

TG, one of the Facilities guys (no costume), and CP, the HR guy who knows enough of Astrology to flip out for Mercury Retrograde (cutesy devil horns), watch me approach.

TG is in awe. "Coming down the hallway, you were perfect. The walk, the posture, everything."

In a practiced two-handed gesture, I draw the hood back and smile. "Thank you; after having this costume for five years, it sort of wears me--and I've had time to practice."

"Shouldn't you have your hair back in cinnamon buns or something?"

"Unfortunately, that would take a lot more hair than I have. That hairstyle is based on Hopi and some rural Mexican looks and isn't terribly practical to do or wear." The top half of my hair is swept back into a black clip slightly more practical than a rubber band or leather thong. "This is Qui-Gon Jinn hair, actually."

He did ask.

We share a grin, and I sweep the rest of the way to my seat in quiet splendor, ready to start my day fixing computers here at the Mad Scientists' Home.

Today, the office can see some of my real job, as opposed to the dayjob that pays the bills, and I am happy for it.

And tonight...we feast with the dead.

Happy Hallowe'en, everybody.

-- Lorrie

* - Jedi, Migration Era Norsewomanm, and Victorian/Edwardian Whore. The last of those does not get to come to work, is nigh-impossible to get into unaided (there's a corset), and is Fraught with a Certain Amount of Peril.

** - Those of you familiar with former iterations of this costume will note the absence of my blue Birkenstocks. Alas, they have had to be retired due to insufficient arch support, only to come out on special occasions when I don't have to walk far, and by "not far" I mean "less than half a mile". Boots are Correct, this is the closest I have just now.

- Yes, except for a Sith. I know. You're disrupting the mood by making me bust out in all these footnotes, you realise.

- Yes, I know, it's not canon. Dualism sucks; I'm not Buddhist enough by half to make a reasonable Jedi, nor Machiavellian enough to be a reasonable Sith. I am Grey, we stand between the candle and the star, the darkness and the light, yes I know that's Babylon 5, but jms, now, that's a man who understood a non-dualistic perspective. Also, he is overfond of footnotes. Like these. Moving on!
lwood: (silicon spiderweb)
Spammers attempt to put all sorts of random words in pseudosensical phrases in order to get e-mail past filters that are getting increasingly intelligent about what spam ought to look like.

An intelligent poisoning algorithm will put together words that occur with the target address.

One of the e-lists, sadly pretty damn defunct, that I moderate is heathenbooks, in its prime a heathen reading club, which did great until a few blowhards with way too much time to type drowned out the conversation--few realise that in the walled gardens of well-managed lists, this is a real hazard.

Anyway, they got a spam today from one of these goobs that employs a reasonable Bayesian poison algorithm, because it obviously caught a love letter from Odin to Frigga, just before Ragnarok:

"Well, Beloved. Your greatest end with forces as much for self"


-- Lorrie
lwood: (vefara bindrune cross)
Friends and neighbors, I'm an animist. Damn near anything with an individual identity has got some spirit to it, and that which is loved, can love in return, and occasionally perform when really it just ain't got no logical reason to--and I like to think that's love.

Herewith, the Tale of the Taurus That Could, and the Death of Its Transmission.

Short form: I'm okay, the car not so much. )

A rebuilt transmission will run $2000, and that'll take a goodly amount of juggling to achieve, but we'll do it--if for no other reason than that loyalty on a level roughly equivalent to the original marathon run really ought to be rewarded.

The little Taurus That Could loves me lots and now, big strong mean tough silly me, I am crying for it, at work and everything.

Good car. Mommy and Daddy fix.

-- Lorrie
lwood: (elder futhark)
In response to a request from [livejournal.com profile] recons, I have made animations that go through all 24 elder futhark runes and all 20 ogham. As these both squeak just under LJ's 40kB icon limit, they're going behind a cut.

cut because we care )


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