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so what has your computer done lately?

Published February 28, 2006 by lisaolisa

Is distributed computing worth our time? One would think the search for extraterrestrial intelligence is not. One would hope the unfolding of proteins, which is what my computers do when they are bored, does actually lead to a cure for cancer. The cracking of a previously encrypted message for war that’s long over is debatable.

The reason this trivia caught my eye is because The Mister knew one of the Bletchley Park mathematicians who broke the code during the war. He was the father of one of his genius friends. The Mister has more genius friends than anyone I know, which really isn’t saying much, I know. But his friends do things like learn six languages and then get a law degree. One of his friends is actually a rocket scientist and a brain surgeon. No joke. Plus he’s cute and can carry on a good conversation at the pub. If I were The Mister, I don’t know that I could have made it out of bed every morning, if it meant I had to hang around and try to impress genius artists genius linguists genius lawyers genius doctors. My friends were all smoking pot and drinking beer in the woods. I still had a hard time getting out of bed every morning.

–> News.com: Distributed computing cracks Enigma code

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”Now what’ lives

Published February 27, 2006 by lisaolisa

It was the best of times, it was the best of times. A core of three friends and their music-obsessed cohorts trekking 3 hours in all directions of Binghamton, NY, to follow their passion and the bands they lived for. So many close calls with death and discomfort in a not-waving-drowning Chevy Monza and Ford Econoline, so many generic cigarettes, warm beers, Actifed, sleepless nights…so much friggin’ awesome talent we had the mind-blowing privilege to meet and hang with. Doubtless everyone I talked to has long forgotten me and us, but I remember every show, every interview, and still have every letter. A handful of these encounters left indelible marks that I can still trace today when my thoughts turn idle. It’s impossible for these people to know how much they changed me, improved me, touched everyone like me who barely glimpsed the depth of their talent and the breadth of their spirit. They matter. They make the world a better place. Except for that guy from Scruffy the Cow. What a jerk.

–> ‘Now what’ online

‘Now what’ is finally online

Published February 27, 2006 by lisaolisa

i finally got this online.

Now what lives

It was the best of times, it was the best of times. A core of three friends and their music-obsessed cohorts trekking 3 hours in all directions of Binghamton, NY, to follow their passion and the bands they lived for. So many close calls with death and discomfort in a not-waving-drowning Chevy Monza and Ford Econoline, so many generic cigarettes, warm beers, Actifed, sleepless nights…so much friggin’ awesome talent we had the mind-blowing privilege to meet and hang with. Doubtless everyone I talked to has long forgotten me and us, but I remember every show, every interview, and still have every letter. A handful of these encounters left indelible marks that I can still trace today when my thoughts turn idle. It’s impossible for these people to know how much they changed me, improved me, touched everyone like me who barely glimpsed the depth of their talent and the breadth of their spirit. They matter. They make the world a better place. Except for that guy from Scruffy the Cow. What a dick.

nowwhat

secret cowboys

Published February 16, 2006 by lisaolisa

The red-headed stranger has released a single "Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly (Fond of Each Other)." Until the actual video gets posted, you can listen to the song, follow the bouncing ball to the pseudolyrics, and see woodland critters pseudodance.

–> SecretCowboys.com: "Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly (Fond of Each Other)"

The song was written in 1981 by Ned "I invented cowboy rumba" Sublette. Plus Willie has branded his own biofuel, BioWillie. Where would we be without country’s best dirty hippie?

–> Boing Boing: "Willie Nelson unleashes gay cowboy downloads and biofuel"