Something Pithy Here

"Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop." -- The King of Hearts

I'm an adopted Texan. As they say, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!" I post pictures and opinions as suits my mood, mostly because I can. Hooray Internet! 

So far I have three blogs here. By the Way is the oldest. I started it in 2003. I lost a couple of years to Vox because I was too lazy to bother to export when they shut down. I consider it an exercise in accepting impermanence. When I followed my husband to Singapore for his first expat assignment, I started (T)expatriate: A Southern Girl in Singapore. That covers 2010 and 2011, give or take. Next came Oslo, and (T)expat 2: Norwegian Boogaloo,  in 2012. Now I'm back home, and back on By the Way.

Pix live on Flickr. I toss links out on Twitter when I feel like it. I'm still not sure what to do with G+ but I kinda like it.


Filtering by Category: The Bounty of the Web

Time-suck, thy name is FaceBook

So I finally signed up for facebook, and I have to admit that it is uniquely addictive. My high school wasn’t very big, and it seems like just about everybody is already there. I let it get my email contacts and it found a whopping 55 matches! (I am really quite sure I don’t know that many people.)

I’ve been reading about facebook from a technical and business standpoint for years, so it was kind of weird to actually be in it. There are some things I can’t figure out, things I have to be overthinking (if facebook turns out to be as difficult for me as my short-lived affair with a mac was, I think I’ll cry), but the friend-finding stuff is pretty wild, and I especially like that you can have a conversation around any object—a status update, a photo, a new friend. The umpty-eleven views of it all are still kind of confusing, but it sure has been fun catching up with so many folks.

Surreal Phone Call of the Day

We are short-staffed this week so I get to answer all the phone calls at work. 99.9% of them are AT&T and the others are wrong numbers. This one was particularly amusing.


Confused Guy: Do y'all do watch repairs?

Me: No, we're a software company.

CG: Man, I don't know what is up with Yahoo. The first number they gave me was for a flooring company, and now you guys.

Me: .... Wow.

CG: Well, I've got another number. Third time's a charm, right?

Me: Good luck with that.


My very own Not Always Right episode ;-)

I Did Not Know That....

LawDog sez:

I offered my opinion that it was for the same reason that many cultures use a base twelve system -- 12 signs in the Zodiac, 12 inches to the foot, two x 12 hours in a day, five x 12 seconds in a minute, same number of minutes in an hour, so on and so forth -- twelve is the highest number that can be counted to using one hand, and 144 is the highest number that can be counted to using both hands.

The blank look on his face was complete, total and final.

As was the look on my face as I read this. "Twelve? Is he out of his mind? How many thumbs does this dude have?" Half-suspecting a joke, I kept reading, and what he explained is so obvious that I'm kind of embarrassed. (Except for the fact that counting by twelve really doesn't seem very useful in my everyday life, so I guess I'm not really too worked up over it.)


I don't even pretend to keep up with the movies, but Palinode presents an excellent (p)review of a new animated film, Barnyard. I'm thinking these cows would not fare well in Battle Cattle. And I am adding "bullywang" (I like it better as all one word) to my list of nifty new words. Pronunciation-wise, it kind of goes with "bollards," which I learned from my mom, although I tend to use it as a cuss word....


I'm not entirely sure what Jeff Harrell is up to, but so far it's compelling. Start with Part One and then move forward to find more. As of this morning, he's up to Part Seven. I'm pointing it out this way instead of with a list of links to just the story parts because then you'll get to read the "regular" posts, too, like station breaks or intermissions. I kind of like the change of pace. Plus it's much less cutting and pasting ;-)


From This Mom Blogs: It"s My Luck, You Know?

...if I"m playing in the pool with the kids, and my nose isn"t plugged, I"m doomed to suck in water every so often. Makes me think that some things are inherent in some people, and not in others.

(Wheeee, it's not just me! Just for kicks, I googled a bit and found two threads on the topic but not much sympathy ;-)


From Joel on Software: My First BillG Review

Bill came in.

I thought about how strange it was that he had two legs, two arms, one head, etc., almost exactly like a regular human being.

He had my spec in his hand.

(What a great geek story! I mean really, how often do you get [OMG SQUEEE!] and Bill Gates in the same narrative, and it makes perfect sense?)

One for the Mad Oilman

Gutenkarte has come up with an idea that would almost make me consider reading a book on-line.

history of the peloponnesian war

They've sent the book's text through a parser that pulls out geographic locations and plots them on a map. That's pretty cool right there. But then, they also provide the text side-by-side with the map (click the Browse option at upper right once you've selected your text), and when you mouse over a locale, the map adjusts to center on that location.

I don't feel a whole lot of interest for this with fiction, other than general curiosity, but for historical accounts I think it's incredible! Now if someone could figure out how to parse in a timeline, and genealogy charts, I can imagine that I just might be able to retain something from a history book for once.

[via information aesthetics]

Speak, I Say

From Hog On Ice: I Grow Unfair, I Grow Unfair

He's all pouty now because I canned his link and refused to let him speak TRUTH to POWER!
God, how I hate that expression. You can't "speak to power." Power isn't a person. It can't hear. Speaking to power is like speaking to entropy or size or any number of nouns that represent abstract concepts which have no consciousness and no location.
He didn't actually say "speak truth to power." I'm just drifting here.
Some people speak truth to power. I speak flatulence to width. I speak menopause to arbitrage. Top that, pretentious pinheads who screw up the English language.

(What the web needs now is a "speak this to that" generator ;-)

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