moon traveller herald

Or, How you gonna keep them down on the farm after they see the bare shoulders of those seductive quantitative models? The ships was free of bounds, it was true. But it had entered a phantasm allegorical. The compass needles spinning in overdrive, as the calendar pages sucked into the vortex. And the models began to spit out gibberish. Yet a lazy air conditioned mid-ought porch somehow came to mind. Spent a couple of evenings at Dr. Shroud’s home on a visit in the mid oughts. Piled high were scientific journals, to be tossed about, launched hazhapardly in the air, and ingested like artsy scientific popcorn, I guess. There was that and true fiddle faddle too, and the tube was always on. The mags were fodder for grand illuminations in underneath the Shroud’s bald cranium. The covers of the journals - I hadn’t really sat down with these types of publications for some ten years before - were surprising - very vivid, imagistic, literally abstract, because the computer model had come recent...

Some of the stuff gets lost over the years. One web site I worked for transfered ownership, and the Web server actually fell off the back of the truck during migration. Anyway, found this old story the other day about XML. It is from April 1999, and pretty suprisingly on target in a lot of ways as to what XML turned into. This story includes part of an interview I did via E-mail with Web Inventer Tim Berners Lee. I saved the email. It's around the house somewhere. A giggy kid I still is. As a journalist, I wish I could have picked up on RSS earlier...it seems to me like the killer app for XML..at least for content folks. http://xml.coverpages.org/adtMag-xml990510.html XML:The last silver bullet -ADT

Got to Dennis Pultinas' for dinner with Jake and Cecelia. And Allison, Walter and Detrich and met niece Ella. [Victor was in Ecuador on way to madri gras in Rio.] And we talked about trees, cats, buildings, New York. Dennis cooked fish and I served jambalaya. Added some comments to recipe which is more a general scheme than a coded program. Click to access. http://moontravellerherald.blogspot.com/2006/02/jack-corker-jambalaya.html

Things I remember that I'd pass on [if you were teacihng your son to drive you would to]. Met this girl once, she was a roomate of a girl I was troubledly [uneventfully] courting. How are doing? we say Well I am a little shook up. says she. Why? Just had a car accident. I could have died. Really? How? I was coming in on the Mass Pike, and the car flipped over. I can't believe I walked away from it. How'd it happen? I just know I was getting a sip from a malt from MacDonalds. I tipped it over and it spilled, and I tried to grab it, and the next thing I knew the car was going sideways. Background: This recalls a long-ago Florida plane crash where the pilot and co-pilot fixated on a recalictrant indicator light while, all the time, they were losing altitude. Which leads to chronicle adage. Keep your eyes on the road and your hands upon the wheel. And if you take them off the road if just to grab an Altoid, remember that you are courting trouble.

Bubsy Berkeley’s musicals - linoleum, acrylic and fleshy - were an exotic Depression-era tonic that, historians have subsequently suggested may have softened the hard existential torrent that pelted a weary 1930s public. There were other expressions of The Dream of Beauty and Peace. In 1939, the New York World’s Fair enlisted great commercial concerns like G.M., General Electric, Westinghouse and Consolidated Edison, together with the PR arms of nations such as Japan, USSR and Italy, to create great pavilions of something or other. This was suitably leavened with some burlesque [sometimes highbrow – Salvador Dali took part] and amusement rides, and it all came to be well after the fact something of a statement of what a wonderful world it could be and would be in some suitable place known as the future. Futurama designed by Norman Bel Gedes was the GM exhibit and it epitomizes the fair for some folks…folks like me. It was like a Disney ride where you traversed the world of the future,...

This site's only widget...the RSS Include at Left ... went dark for a month or so. I dug into the RSS Include forums...and ...they did have an issue in Dec with their ISP not receiving their check for the hosting... but anyway..the thing has sprung back to life..it is a chronicle of Deracination..things to do with Wisconsin.. go to http://del.icio.us/jackvaughan/deracination to see what backed up when the widget went south... including news on Dr Little receiving recognition for his good work...by the way, Racine's Barbara McNair, a friend of our friend, Savanah, died. So anyway widgets going wiggy..what a notion! I remember very vividly having an opportunity to ask a question of Tim Berners-Lee [Inventor of the Web] years ago... the topic of the day was Web services.. at the time he was concerned about these Web services being out there and being called ut going dead..like a lot of DLLs...it was an issue he saw .. and one that really is out there now.

Until recently [things good or bad are in the past...the present is different], I'd never worked at a publication where we did not hear the refrain: "They are giving them away." Now some good guys I worked with visit this site...don't get me wrong. We always tried. This relates to the competition, who somehow always sell lower than us. We are talking about advertising pages here. As I have had the opportunity to switch from one pub to a competitve pub, I've had in turn the opportunity to observe the phenonona from opposite sides of the spectrum. Many times I had correlative evidence that this was in fact true. Companies went out of business, but publications would continue to run their ads. They had the 'mechanicals' and they ran with them. But it got to where I had to grudgingly admire the competition merely for obtaining those mechanicals [over 20 years the mechanical, read: actual, version of the ad was often more daunting to obtain than was the money f...

Back in 1963, the Chicago Postmaster held up an issue of Playboy - characterized it as pornography. It was the issue featuring Jayne Mansfield. Now, at this point, Playboy had been being mailed for several years. The reporters asked the postmaster why he held up this one. Why hold up the issue with Jayne Mansfield? And he answers, yes they have shown it before, but Jayne has more of it. What’s it supposed to mean? The rules of logic and progression work up to a point. But then you can reach a critical mass, reach a threshold. The switch toggles state. Logic gives way to emotion. This could explain, for example, why you have a schedule for paying free lancers but you pay another one more. The real story. Like many things, I’ve used this story so long I believe it to be true. In fact, it was not the postmaster who made the remark about Miss Mansfield. Maybe I came up with postmaster bit. Discovered as I was posting this: Playboy publisher Hefner was arrested for obscenity by Chicago Vice...