Apparently I'm fun and safe for the whole family. Four children plus mama. Walnuts are the key to success. They lurv walnuts more than anything. $1.99/lb for broken pieces at Super King.
A few months ago I posted about my difficulty finding USB A to USB B cables, at all, and ones of decent quality. I still have gear that uses them and intermittent cables are huge PITA when debugging.
I bought some from Digikey. They're GREAT and look like they're from the 1990s -- heavy thick ugly beige jackets.
The parametric search includes WIRE GAUGE! I don't know what gauge they ought to be or how much it matters, but the fact it was spec'd at all is encouraging.
My friend Bill is just terrible at self-promotion. I've known him for 30 years, he's a prodigious doer and and maker of art. He's a real hobo and serious dedicated artist and punk film maker.
He's constantly broke because he's shit at the promo. Buy his books cuz he needs to eat! This is no charity, he makes top-notch stuff.
I found 121 photos I'd taken and forgotten of the contents of Ed Grothus' BLACK HOLE, aka Los Alamos Sales Co, including never-seen stuff from his initial "collection" inside houses and garages in nearby White Rock. Photos taken in 2009.
There's some vintage computing gear that will make you shit bluebirds. Who knows where it went. He died in 2009.
The page below is very old (1990s), I've left the original awful text, just put images inline and added the 2009 stuff.
(The improvements in digital photo technology from 1998 to 2009 are remarkable.)
There was an air force emergency communication network called GWEN, (ground wave emergency network), there was one in Essex CA and I took many photos of the site, which was live when I first visited then deceased later, then decommisioned and the site cleared (every stick and post). It was only operational a couple years at the end of the 90s.
Well I can't find my photos, I'm fairly diligent about renaming at least some of the photos (the only photo "database" that survives the decades) and... nothing.
Went back to wikipedia and there's no photos any more.
And the site is listed as Fenner CA and it was most definitely in Essex; adjoining town, but this was IN TOWN on the main street (route 66).
Lol. Nah nostalgia is fairly predictable. It's often a thing you caught a whiff of as it disappeared, that in your youthful lack of deep understanding saw the thing more in its idealized form, minus the flaws that build with experience.
Targets of nostalgia are kinda necessarily N-1 things, not often N-2 or more. Roughly speaking.
But there's a social component that makes it more fun -- participatory art of making things, vinyl, sleeves, new sounds, etc. Then the medium doesn't matter much at all.
After all it is recorded sound and THAT isn't obsolete.
If it gets you off, do it. Nothing is true; all is permitted.
Huh. Protonmail doesn't have "contacts". So you can't export or save them. Nice trick for customer retention.
EDIT: my bad, Contacts exists; I'd turned off the right sidebar (tiny arrow 80% bottom right edge) but there is no export except individual vcf files. 450 of them. These can be file attached to email l but only 100 at a time. Contacts doesn't appear in settings etc.
David Tracy is a great guy. He works with/for Jason Torchinsky who is a really great guy, and a good and long time friend of mine. (Jason is flat out the most knowledgeable car person I know; huge fan of underdogs and misfits, his daily is a Pao (kei car).
David knows his shit. He's more tech than Jason, together, with other car crazy folk like Mercedes (that's really her name) make Autopian great. They were the talent behind Jalopnik, which was ruined by Thiel backing hulk Hogan to take down BuzzFeed.
David was a cooling systems engineer at Chrysler, amongst other things, and got me straight when I was designing my electronic cooling system. He always has the worst possible cars in terrible condition; you'll have to read his stuff to know why! Lol.
Hairless dogs are vigilant about where they plant their bald butts. It's funny to watch them inspect the ground before dropping back. Sometimes they get lazy and plant their butt on something unpleasant and suddenly leap up with a shocked face when they land on something unpleasant.