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Mar. 5th, 2006 04:59 pmSmart, thought provoking analysis of search engine interface coding, to be found here.
Before Google I used to use dogpile, which was very similar in its interface, because Yahoo fills its "home page" (not a search page, note; merely a home page you can search from) with crap. I'm not even looking at the crap, it's just getting in my way of finding what I want. As he points out. Uh, try not to crash his site, m'kay? *frets*
We went out today to go to the eye doctor (mum) the bookstore (me while she was at the eye doctor) and Macaroni Grill, a local chain italian restaurant (all of us). Basically what I want to know is: Why is it impossible to get decent italian food in Texas? Is it something to do with the way the overwhelming humidity interacts with the acidity of the tomatoes? It is something in the water? Why did my lasagne taste like it had been dunked in greasy dishwater? Why does it always taste that way no matter what I order?
I mean, I know the answer, it's probably that you just can't get decent food from an Italian chain restaurant, because I encounter the same problem at Zeos and Olive Garden and we don't have an independent Italian place nearby that mum's willing to try. Still, it ticks me off.
Also, when we were out today I saw a book called Not Buying It in the bookstore and I picked it up, thinking it must be about the advertising profession. Instead it turned out to be a woman's account of the year she and her husband spent buying only those things which were absolutely necessary (for a given value of "necessary", methinks). I got sort of furious about it and wrote up a big rant in my head but I'm too tired to actually write it out. Suffice it to say that:
1. I have no sympathy nor admiration for her, since I've been doing that since I was, oh, fourteen,
2. Had I written the review, I would have gotten all sarcastic about the STUNNING idea that hey, you could work on your relationship with your partner instead of going to the mall each weekend, and
3. It is my belief that the condescention and self-absorption required to write a book about living as those of us unfortunate enough to be below the poverty line do as a matter of course is incredibly offensive. Actually living that way is great; bragging about it is an asshole thing to do.
In summation, 3a, Even if you are interested in this book, please do not give this woman your money, as clearly she has no need of it. If you simply must read it, I suggest you take it out of the library, or better yet steal the book, which is what I used to do as a teenager instead of asking my mother for money she didn't have.
Also I stepped on broken glass last night. OW.
Before Google I used to use dogpile, which was very similar in its interface, because Yahoo fills its "home page" (not a search page, note; merely a home page you can search from) with crap. I'm not even looking at the crap, it's just getting in my way of finding what I want. As he points out. Uh, try not to crash his site, m'kay? *frets*
We went out today to go to the eye doctor (mum) the bookstore (me while she was at the eye doctor) and Macaroni Grill, a local chain italian restaurant (all of us). Basically what I want to know is: Why is it impossible to get decent italian food in Texas? Is it something to do with the way the overwhelming humidity interacts with the acidity of the tomatoes? It is something in the water? Why did my lasagne taste like it had been dunked in greasy dishwater? Why does it always taste that way no matter what I order?
I mean, I know the answer, it's probably that you just can't get decent food from an Italian chain restaurant, because I encounter the same problem at Zeos and Olive Garden and we don't have an independent Italian place nearby that mum's willing to try. Still, it ticks me off.
Also, when we were out today I saw a book called Not Buying It in the bookstore and I picked it up, thinking it must be about the advertising profession. Instead it turned out to be a woman's account of the year she and her husband spent buying only those things which were absolutely necessary (for a given value of "necessary", methinks). I got sort of furious about it and wrote up a big rant in my head but I'm too tired to actually write it out. Suffice it to say that:
1. I have no sympathy nor admiration for her, since I've been doing that since I was, oh, fourteen,
2. Had I written the review, I would have gotten all sarcastic about the STUNNING idea that hey, you could work on your relationship with your partner instead of going to the mall each weekend, and
3. It is my belief that the condescention and self-absorption required to write a book about living as those of us unfortunate enough to be below the poverty line do as a matter of course is incredibly offensive. Actually living that way is great; bragging about it is an asshole thing to do.
In summation, 3a, Even if you are interested in this book, please do not give this woman your money, as clearly she has no need of it. If you simply must read it, I suggest you take it out of the library, or better yet steal the book, which is what I used to do as a teenager instead of asking my mother for money she didn't have.
Also I stepped on broken glass last night. OW.
