Cheesy, but well-meaning. I encourage all youth to “stay alive and free”.

The shelter side of this shelter usually features bizarre fashion advertising. In July, on the flip side of the above poster was this bizarre lady: a white woman seductively holding handcuffs. In addition to promoting “fashion” I guess she was trying to explain that temptations can be crassly grotesque:

To be sure, my neighborhood is dominated by Chinese families. Red is the color you wear on your wedding day.

Meanwhile, over on the BART, I see this strange poster in the distance:

I got up to take a closer look to discover a black man in his underwear, barricading the door against the sodomy we assume accompanies a prostate exam. “If you’re over 50, or an African American over 45, get your prostate exam!”

No comment.

So, yeah, there are some provocative posters, questionable imagery, but look beyond advertising to real folk, and you’ll see some soul.

Unfortunately, it is too new for the currently-supported Ubuntu drivers. I used Ubuntu’s NvidiaManual docs to manually upgrade to the 173.14.12 drivers from NVidia’s site, and then things were happier. Except video playback. Files and DVDs seem to work okay, but the colors are off, notably, people get rendered with blue or purple flesh.

I tried Googling up the fix, but didn’t get far. One page mentioned that I could run nvidia-bug-report.sh and send the debug log to linux-bugs@nvidia.com. Support from a hardware developer? For Linux? Stranger things have happened. I sent off a report on Friday night and on Saturday morning got an e-mail back from Aaron pointing me here:

http://www.nvnews.net/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=107009

Verily, when I start X I have:

0-16:40 djh@noneedto ~$ xvinfo | grep -A2 XV_HUE
      "XV_HUE" (range 0 to 360)
              client settable attribute
              client gettable attribute (current value is 0)

And when I run a video and get blue people:

0-16:40 djh@noneedto ~$ xvinfo | grep -A2 XV_HUE
      "XV_HUE" (range 0 to 360)
              client settable attribute
              client gettable attribute (current value is 164)

Yet, they can be fixed like so:

0-16:40 djh@noneedto ~$ xvattr -a XV_HUE -v 0
Found Xv 2.2
XV_HUE set to 0
0-16:40 djh@noneedto ~$ xvinfo | grep -A2 XV_HUE
      "XV_HUE" (range 0 to 360)
              client settable attribute
              client gettable attribute (current value is 0)

Having the work-around moves this issue from awful to annoying. I tried resetting XV_HUE and invoking different players. I found these players producing the blue flesh bug:

• gxine
• (Totem) Movie Player
• mplayer

It was starting to look grim, when I found that one player doesn’t mess up the hue setting:

• VLC media player

Hopefully this bug gets worked out over the next few months. I’d like to give Aaron Plattner and nVidia a great deal of credit not only for grappling with this issue but for providing customer support for their products. Now I know which brand of video card to be loyal to!

Ahhh, Ikea! Our favorite one-stop shop to kill an entire Saturday stocking up on inexpensive husgeråd. The checkout process can be exhausting, but I tend to find the post-unloading furniture assembly to be relaxing.

And while Ikea has nice products at modest prices, sometimes things don’t go perfectly, and you need some customer service. This is where you experience the dark side of Ikea: getting customer service, especially from your local Ikea store, can be a nightmare.

But, fret not, as I had done, for after my whining, Paul posted the number for Ikea US Corporate Headquarters, and I have since heard from others that calling this number indeed connects you to friendly human beings who can resolve problems for you:

(610)834-0180

If you find that this does or does not bring you satisfaction, please let me know. Cheers!

When people ask me what I do I answer either “computer stuff” or “Unix systems administration” and when asked what that means I answer that I keep the servers up and running. If you happen to be curious about my technical background you can review an old copy of my resumé online.

SAGE members and survey participants now have access to the 2007 System Administrator’s Salary Survey at http://www.sage.org/salsurv/. It is nice to check in an see how well one’s compensation aligns with that of one’s peers. I like the summary:

“A technically challenging profession that pays its entry people as much as US$50,000/year is an interesting one. System administration appears to be a fine way to make a living. Experience, education, and enhanced skillsets seem to be the growth path of choice.”

My current employer is known for its generous compensation, and the current survey is an affirmation of that. More importantly I’m enjoying my experience of my present employer and with any luck may actually hold this job for a few years.

I still hope to eventually return to Chicago to work. The San Francisco Bay Area has the highest average salaries, though Chicago averages not much less. The catch is that most Chicago jobs are in the financial services industry, and that is a less enjoyable work environment than the Silicon Valley culture.

But this latest story from the BBC, about something trifling, just makes me wanna smack somebody with a stick. It turns out the adorable little girl in the red dress they had sing at the Olympic opening ceremonies was lip-syncing for a girl who could sing better, but who wasn’t cute enough to be put on international TV.

That is just plain old wrong.

The Olympics is about recognizing the best in human achievement. Cute little girls have the advantage most days but there is a time and a place where, even if you aren’t so cute, we recognize you for being the best in your field.

The musical director, Chen Qigang, said “the girl appearing on the picture must be flawless in terms of her facial expression and the great feeling she can give to people.” Personally, I wish and hope the people of China the world can admire and be stirred by a girl with a beautiful voice, no matter what her face. Even so, you’d think that the Chinese nation had enough talent with beauty makeovers to make a little girl as fantastically cute as possible, or that they could honestly find one little girl within the planet’s largest nation who could both sing like an Angel and induce coos with her adorably rosy little cheeks.

Making the cute girl lip sync for her counterpart is the sort of obviously obtuse villainy that Disney movies are based on. Hiss!! Grr!! Both little girls deserve an apology.

“I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the United States of America. And to the Republic, for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for All.”

Notice anything missing?

Some time in grammar school I figured there was something wrong with an Atheist pledging allegiance “under God” and after some time I came to pause when we would recite those two words. “one nation . . . indivisible.”

Paul Burd asks “do you remember the words to the Pledge of Allegiance?”

I am overly aware of the words. I responded:

I can recite the Pledge of Allegiance no problem. But as a devout Atheist and an honest patriot I skip the Joseph McCarthy “under God” feature because it is sacrilegious to make false professions, and dangerously reckless to claim holy sanction for the State.

So, here’s to Independence from Tyranny and state-sanctioned religion!!

Gay marriage and electric sports cars! What awesome new stuff will we embrace next?

The only thing I could think to do was to get into bed. And there I stayed.

For six days I didn’t get up except to make a cup of tea, or fry an egg, or lie in the skinny bath gazing at a cracked ceiling. The days punished me with their slowness, piling up the hours on me, spreading their joylessness about the room.

I listened to the buses change down gear outside the boardinghouse. I listened to the hiss of tires on the wet road. I lay in bed listening to the woman downstairs get ready for work. I listened to her run the shower and the shrill whistle on her kettle. I waited for her footsteps on the path below my window, and as that brief contact with the world departed I shut my eyes and begged the walls to let me go back to sleep.

A doctor would have said I was suffering from depression. Everything I have read since suggests this was the case. But when you are in the grip of something like that it doesn’t usually announce itself. No. What happens is you sit in a dark, dark cave, and you wait. If you are lucky there is a pinprick of light, and if you are especially lucky that pinprick will grow larger and larger, until one day the cave appears to slip behind, and just like that you find yourself in daylight and free. This is how it happened for me.

Lloyd Jones
Mister Pip

Anyway, yesterday I hit a gallery opening after work because the art in question was technological in nature and because art openings are a good way to score free snacks and wine. I showed up at the start time of 7PM because I didn’t want to romp around so late and because I figured it would be less crowded and possibly more delicious at the early end of the evening.

They needed more time to finish setting up. (In San Francisco everything happens late–it is a cultural thing.) I waited on the sidewalk with a middle-aged Asian man named Mike. He had a scruffy goatee with several meandering strands of beard, many of them white. He said he had recently moved from Bayview which has bad air that irritated his skin and bad neighbors, to the Mission, which suits him better in many ways. The hallmark of a true San Franciscan, he at one point mentioned his cultivation of avocados in Bayview. He said he is an educational technologist. One thing he did was design a widget for the old 8-bit Nintendo that slotted in between the system and the cartridge, and would show you and let you fiddle with the various registers and whatnot so that a curious kid could explore how fiddling with these things affected playing the game. I thought that sounded like an awesome fun thing that would help open the understanding of technology as something we can control to the people for which such appreciation is most important. He seemed proud, but explained that the project never really got anywhere.

There was plenty more time to wait and I think Mike really needed to talk because he continued through stories of himself–geek friends inviting themselves over to his workshop to use his lathe, for example. He said now that he had divested his life of such things as the workshop that he didn’t get visitors so often. He did not tell this story as an appeal to pity but as a simple matter of fact.

“It should be, ‘Hey Mike, I’ll bring a pizza over tonight and then maybe I can use your lathe.’”

“No, they never brought food.”

“Well,” I offered, “geeks do tend to lack in social graces.”

Another story he told was of his efforts to touch up a mural. He strategized things out in Photoshop then, frustrated that the muralist was busy, he went and fixed things himself. “Because I had to look at it every day.” He said that his efforts had been recognized as an excellent job, and that this had softened the attitudes of his neighbors towards him.

He asked if I knew of ephemeral art. I know of Mandelas made of sand and then cast into the wind. He said a large one had been assembled outside of the De Young Museum and while it lasted he took his own steps to preserve the thing — a series of photographs stitched together into a very large image. He wanted to build a tilt-shift lens, and I was pleased that I could ask a question along the lines of “it somehow shifts the lens to get a consistent focus across the depth of field?”

The show opened, and Mike took an SLR digital camera from his bag. It sported a home-made fish-eye lens and he explained that this took round pictures which he wanted. Lenses on the market distorted such optics back to a rectilinear format, which is not what he wanted. He seemed dubious of his ability, however, to fashion a tilt-shift lens.

A crowd of us entered the tiny gallery — fascinating paintings of various repeated geometrical shapes that were set into motion with changing colored lights. Fascinating and wonderful. I squeezed carefully to the back and grabbed a plastic cup of wine and a handful of what I suspect are actually gourmet dog treats. I squeezed my way back through the gallery, really digging the art work, especially two of the more complex works that did a lot of subtle color mixing within layers of geometric shapes — one was quartets of circles within ever larger quartets of circles, and another was circles within faces of stacked cubes.

I finished my nosh and since space was so tight I stowed the empty plastic wine cup in my bag, made my way out the door, where a line of people had formed, and headed home.

This afternoon I read the following from the June 6 issue of “The Week” with glee:

“By lucky chance, astronomers were peering at a galaxy 88 million light-years away when they witnessed the initial blast of a star exploding into a supernova–the first time that rare stellar event has been seen as it happened.”

Though, for all I know, perhaps astronomers have figured out how to observe things without being limited by light-speed, and we’ll be able to watch the supernova explode again 88 million years from now.

Joe claimed to have polished off his burrito in two days.

Now, a little reminder of how different it is to be a subject of China’s government compared to what I take for granted:

“According to a new regulation issued by the Chengdu Population and Family Planning Commission, families like Wang Xuegui’s that lost their children or had children disabled in the earthquake are permitted to give birth again.”

I recall a Star Trek: The Next Generation episode where they do what must inevitably happen on a long-running hit TV series: have a bunch of women giving birth at once under stressful circumstances. Worf finds himself assisting a woman in labor, and following instructions, he asserts, in a confident, commanding tone, “you may now give birth!”

“You may now start over at having a family.” That is some hard re-building.

“So, my advice to Yahoo!: continue with your plan to outsource search to Google, just like you did before 2002, and plow those increased profits and reduced costs into your own innovation, strengthening the areas where you are #1, exploring new ideas that will make YOUR users insanely happy, and generally focusing on what makes Yahoo! great, rather than on what doesn’t.”

I kind of figure that building search is a waste of Yahoo!’s energy, and that if Microsoft wants to ditch their own failed effort and give Yahoo! a chunk of cash for its also-ran technology, well then hooray for Yahoo!

I was also reading about Sugar, which I have gotten to play with on the OLPC XO-1. It is somewhat frustrating to deal with because I really really really like having access to the file / folder metaphor for tracking my work. I do like the “history” interface to “activities” via the Journal, and the built-in collaboration, although I have not had a chance to actually “collaborate” with any one, seems like a really big win–the sort of thing that has a lot of potential not only for education but in the office environment that we adults use as well. It is too bad that collaboration via shared applications is such an under-developed idea. That strikes me as the sort of thing that ought to be within Microsoft’s grasp to run with, and a nice answer to the Google “spreadsheet in a web browser” mentality.

SAN FRANCISCO — – The California Supreme Court ruled today that same-sex couples should be permitted to marry, rejecting state marriage laws as discriminatory.

Awesome!