Another day, another web startup
Today I helped Christina start up her own web venture, "OceanSci.Net." (Don't bother clicking yet, the domain server redirection probably won't roll over until Saturday.) To you and me, this means that Christina needed a web server more permanent than the university server to put her resumé. It also needed to be more professional than "stomptokyo.com" and with fewer vanity connotations than "christinaholland.com," which is already registered anyway. (Looks like some Swede named Mickey erected a tribute site to his girlfriend.)
To the rest of the world, it means that there is now (apparently) a business that specializes in online resume services for ocean science professionals. Heck, maybe we'll put up the resumes of some of Christina's classmates for authenticity.
The Blob
I tried out Emeril's food processor recipe for pizza dough the other night. I haven't forsaken the ways of Alton Brown, but I don't have a stand mixer like Alton's anyway. It was taking an awfully long time to do the dough in the bread machine, and the food processor does a marvelous job. Emeril's recipe can be done only an hour ahead of time, too. I must have been overzealous with the yeast (I used baker's instant instead of the active dry stuff that comes in pouches), because the dough rose to twice its size in about thirty minutes instead of the hour that Mr. Lagasse recommends. If I hadn't checked up on it, we might have been taken unawares by the beige blob. I fought it back, however, and we had some tasty pizza with turkey sausage, although the crust was a bit bland. I probably cut back too far on the salt.
Travel plans
I am still debating about flying up to Atlanta for Alton Brown's book signing on the 9th of May. I better make up my mind quick.
Plans are definitely set, however, for the New Orleans Worst Film Festival in June. If you ever felt the urge to come see one of these b-movie festivals, this is the one to attend. It's only twelve hours on a Saturday, and there's plenty of touristy stuff to do in N'awlins besides. Plus, early June is the ideal time to go. Flights are cheap, hotels are cheap, and the Quarter is much less crowded. June 8 is the date. See you there.
Genius bar, my ass
Stopped into the Apple store at International Plaza in Tampa tonight to ask some pointed questions of the Apple employees there. My printing question immediately got me bumped over to the "Genius Bar," where a taciturn old Mac repair guy comes out of his workshop in the back of the store to answer the more difficult questions. This guy specializes in replacing power supplies and reseating RAM; my inquiries about print queues and file metadata were unwelcome, although he did smile and make the proper pacifying noises.
He expressed interest in my Visor and then professed shock when I told him that the eyemodule sticking out of one end was a digital camera. I knew right then I was dealing with the wrong person. Christina sat on a bench in the Apple theater and watched with amusement my attempts to wring useful information out of a retail store employee. Back to the web I go, to commiserate over missing features in OS X with the other Mac misanthropes.
Oh well, at least I got to play with Photoshop 7.
Today I helped Christina start up her own web venture, "OceanSci.Net." (Don't bother clicking yet, the domain server redirection probably won't roll over until Saturday.) To you and me, this means that Christina needed a web server more permanent than the university server to put her resumé. It also needed to be more professional than "stomptokyo.com" and with fewer vanity connotations than "christinaholland.com," which is already registered anyway. (Looks like some Swede named Mickey erected a tribute site to his girlfriend.)
To the rest of the world, it means that there is now (apparently) a business that specializes in online resume services for ocean science professionals. Heck, maybe we'll put up the resumes of some of Christina's classmates for authenticity.
The Blob
I tried out Emeril's food processor recipe for pizza dough the other night. I haven't forsaken the ways of Alton Brown, but I don't have a stand mixer like Alton's anyway. It was taking an awfully long time to do the dough in the bread machine, and the food processor does a marvelous job. Emeril's recipe can be done only an hour ahead of time, too. I must have been overzealous with the yeast (I used baker's instant instead of the active dry stuff that comes in pouches), because the dough rose to twice its size in about thirty minutes instead of the hour that Mr. Lagasse recommends. If I hadn't checked up on it, we might have been taken unawares by the beige blob. I fought it back, however, and we had some tasty pizza with turkey sausage, although the crust was a bit bland. I probably cut back too far on the salt.
Travel plans
I am still debating about flying up to Atlanta for Alton Brown's book signing on the 9th of May. I better make up my mind quick.
Plans are definitely set, however, for the New Orleans Worst Film Festival in June. If you ever felt the urge to come see one of these b-movie festivals, this is the one to attend. It's only twelve hours on a Saturday, and there's plenty of touristy stuff to do in N'awlins besides. Plus, early June is the ideal time to go. Flights are cheap, hotels are cheap, and the Quarter is much less crowded. June 8 is the date. See you there.
Genius bar, my ass
Stopped into the Apple store at International Plaza in Tampa tonight to ask some pointed questions of the Apple employees there. My printing question immediately got me bumped over to the "Genius Bar," where a taciturn old Mac repair guy comes out of his workshop in the back of the store to answer the more difficult questions. This guy specializes in replacing power supplies and reseating RAM; my inquiries about print queues and file metadata were unwelcome, although he did smile and make the proper pacifying noises.
He expressed interest in my Visor and then professed shock when I told him that the eyemodule sticking out of one end was a digital camera. I knew right then I was dealing with the wrong person. Christina sat on a bench in the Apple theater and watched with amusement my attempts to wring useful information out of a retail store employee. Back to the web I go, to commiserate over missing features in OS X with the other Mac misanthropes.
Oh well, at least I got to play with Photoshop 7.
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