Typos in the search engine can lead to good stuff.
Since this stuff appears to be used only by the Muslim population of Africa, perhaps the president could reassure some of the voters with less anchoring in reality by holding a press conference to announce he has no smen.
Typos in the search engine can lead to good stuff.
Actually I followed a link from the "Edible Fats and Oils" template.
The template didn't appear by default on my iTouch. I had no idea that watermelon seed oil was a thing.
9: the whole iTouch Smen experience a little disappointing, then?
"This is how I dispense my smen!" roared the pedant.
There seems to be a gender bias in smen commenting. I blame the patriarchy.
There seems to be a gender bias in smen commenting. I blame the patriarchy.
Maybe the women all have better things to do on a Saturday night.
I'm only here because I'm a feminist.
Whereas I'm here only because I'm a feminist. I remain other places, too.
Only I am here because I'm a feminist.
I'm here because I'm only a feminist.
I 've been here but have no idea what to say. I read the old thread. Now I'm trying to convince myself it's bedtime.
Gosh, there's nothing on the internet today!
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Went to a hear a local early music ensemble and unexpectedly some throat-singing broke out. This guy playing this piece; I'm not sure why they filmed it with the drum obscuring his head for most of it. Good percussion work too (which is what he played for most of the concert).
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I'm not saying that it's time to start thinking of shutting down the site, but if there is to be a last comment to Unfogged, and surely there will be one some day, it seems that 23 is exactly right.
27: Sure: but it should also incorporate a misused colon.
More Middle Eastern dairy product fun.
This video is kind of disappointing.
Someone should start a consulting business that makes sure, when you move to another culture, you don't transliterate your name in an embarrasing way. I seem to remember Semyon Bychkov could have used this service when he first conducted in the U.S.
31: The first syllable of my two-syllable first name means "shit" in Magyar, as I discovered in Budapest.
Bella Coola, the name of a valley in BC, is a homonym of the Italian for "nice ass". The owners of a restaurant named after the valley were incensed that I mentioned this in a review.
33: I can't say they were wholly wrong to be, let's say, slightly annoyed. Depends on the kind of restaurant, I guess.
It's not as though I was picking on them. I also pointed out that local Greeks thought the name of the Malaysian place, "House of Malaka", was pretty hilarious.
35: No, native-inspired Northwest. Still, Italians were having a good laugh about it.
38: Language Log post about Bella Coola and Italian.
39: I was merely reporting! It was my obligation as a journalist.
And anyway, if they'd run with it and hired a waitstaff of hot Italian women, they might still be open today.
42: Oh, great. Jesus destroyed the nice native-inspired Northwest restaurant in, or named after, Bella Coola valley.
I am mostly teasing, you know. I might not have put that in a review, but I have no idea what publication you were writing for, whether the restaurant was attempting to be a relatively serious one, or what. The local free weekly here (very popular, large readership), for example, is unapologetically irreverent, and it's no skin off anyone's nose.
That's the kind of paper it was for. The one I write for now wouldn't have printed it.
And just think of how embarrassing "Calcutta" is.
Yep, understood.
I thought you reviewed music, by the way. You reviewers are versatile, apparently! (Or, this is what comes of not googling or Facebook friending people out of some perverse respect for privacy.) It's quite intriguing, anyway.
To all laydeez, at least.
45: I used to review restaurants, but haven't for a couple of years.
47.2: Well, no wonder. With all the "nice ass" comments and whatnot. Teasing. And I still have three books here for you; I haven't forgotten. What say I move that along?
Three? If they're going to keep accumulating, there's no rush. Whenever's cool for you, babe.
49: Seriously. I added The New Typography. If I don't get these out the door, the package will become unmanageable in size.
My gratitude: let me show you it.
Jesus sent me several Radiohead, and related, CDs, for which the books are in appreciation. Also he's from Vermont. And hey, I have books.
WHY CaN't t FIND ARTISANAL SMEN IN MY NECK OF THE WOODS. ARE THESE PEOPLE TOO PROVINCIAL? IT'S SO COMMERCIALIZED. HOW CAN SOMETHING LIKE THAT BE GLOBALIZINGLY COMMODIFIED? IT'S JUST SMEN. MAKE ITA T HOME.
That's the Opinionated Grandma I love.
I hear smen has almost magical properties of healing.
So is ogged in NYC? Are you having a seekrit meetup?
(I think it's actually in response to a picture he posted to Flickr yesterday.)
Somebody else could say something offensive.
Actually what I meant was that Ogged had seekrit meetups all the time, and it's off-blog stuff, best left there.
I thought everyone many people were watching football today. That didn't occur to me until late afternoon: oh, football, right!
There was no seekrit NYC meetup that I was aware of.
But, yes, seekrit meetups are generally best left off-blog.
The off-blog communication ban is like the ban on analogies if everybody didn't use analogies.
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So, here's a weird question: suppose one used to have a blog, and deleted it because one didn't want one's name, when Googled, to direct potential hiring committees to one's personal thoughts on various matters. (Including, really stupidly, posts written as an undergrad about various considerations in choosing a grad school.) Now, further suppose that some unknown person in Japan has bought the domain name and restored all of one's past posts to said domain name, so that it once again comes up when Googling one's name, except that now one doesn't have any capacity to delete said blog. What does one do?
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One probably starts by not saying "one" so much and using first-person pronouns like a normal person, but after that...
What does one do?
Marvel that such a thing is even possible? Did they have all you-one's posts archived off google cache, or something?
70: Send six pictures of yourself dressed in Sailor Moon costume and 700,000 yen.
What does it say about essear's job prospects that they only want 8 grand?
Or, alternately, what does it say about how he fills out a Sailor Moon costume.
I have no advice for 70, but I can say that if one has a distinctive name and if one is applying for jobs, one should not make comments that will come up as the *second hit* on a Google search of one's name, about how one is looking for a "rebound job."
72: It's pretty fucking weird. It looks like they have most of the first six months worth of posts, maybe from some sort of Google cache, but they don't have anything after that. And one thing that I was afraid was there isn't, so it's actually not so bad. (Looks like I posted that to my LJ rather than the group blog, thank god.) They also don't have any of the comments (looking at the cache on my computer, I'm amazed to learn that the first comment was from none other than bob mcmanus!).
I can say that if one has a distinctive name and if one is applying for jobs, one should not make comments that will come up as the *second hit* on a Google search of one's name, about how one is looking for a "rebound job." using one's real name in any but the most anodyne contexts.
(Not that this is very helpful advice for essear, of course.)
Time for a name-change, perhaps.
Or working those yakuza connections.
(Seriously, though, resurrecting someone else's old blog is a purely evil thing to do.)
I continue to have no useful advice for essear, but my goodness I am ungoogleable. Hooray, all the other [ my name ]s out there.
It's full of links in Japanese to hundreds of random sites, so I can only assume this is part of some sort of crazy implausible money-making scheme.
I don't know if this is any comfort, essear, but I tried a few google searches of your name along with a couple of other related words and I didn't get the blog. I suppose search committees might try harder than I just did, but then again, they might not.
There is a surprising amount of information about you on the web, though.
/stalker
The worst thing would be if it turned out to be one of your colleagues who's also on the job market this year.
82: Huh. I even logged out of my Google account and it's still one of the first results. Maybe they remember my IP? Is Google smart enough to figure out which of the many people with my name I am?
Another possible explanation: it doesn't come up with my full first name, just the shortened form.
What 80 says. Thanks, you rather recurrent [my name]s out there.
85: I'm really not finding it. I tried different variations of your first name, your schools, and your field. And this time I clicked through 10 pages of search results.
(There is a blog that comes up for your name. But unless you are lying about every single thing other than your gender and your name, it's not you.)
Weird mistake on Amazon's part (each album is worthy, though).
As I've mentioned here several times, I have an extremely unusual name and am easily googleable. I just googled myself for the first time in a while, however, and the results were not quite what I expected (mostly recent stuff, which makes sense, but some very old stuff too). There was a really striking difference between the results for the full and shortened versions of my first name, as well.
But unless you are lying about every single thing other than your gender and your name, it's not you.
Well, if he were, you can see why he wouldn't want prospective employers to find out.
85: I think Google remembers your IP address. You could try killing clearing your cookies, I guess, to check. I don't know if that would do it.
(There is a blog that comes up for your name. But unless you are lying about every single thing other than your gender and your name, it's not you.)
The one that's all Christ-this and God-that? Yeah, not me.
Any web site you look at it going to have access to your IP address, sort of by definition.
The one that's all Christ-this and God-that? Yeah, not me.
Yeah, that one, and I didn't think so.
94: That's why you should always use your neighbor's wifi.
86: I found it right away, but didn't recognize it since a) it's just the short form of your name and b) there were posts by other people on there and yours didn't show in the first few displayed on the page.
97: Huh. I wonder why I can't. I am a terrible stalker.
Oh, I guess I did find it, but like Josh, didn't realize what I was looking at. D'oh.
97: Thanks. Now that I look more closely, I don't see anywhere on the page where they've left the information about who wrote which post. And yeah, the blog was overwhelmingly written by one of my cob-loggers. I guess anyone who finds it isn't likely to really dig for the bits I wrote. Still, it's disconcerting.
101: The author info is in the left-most column, but the formatting on that page is sufficiently crappy that it's easy to miss.
And yeah, I can imagine it's disconcerting. At least I know who's posting the craptastic stuff I wrote 15 years ago. Thanks college newspaper!
Any web site you look at it going to have access to your IP address, sort of by definition.
So when I ssh to vatos.cs.uchicago.edu visit google, they get my IP, huh?
Man, commonly-named and lazy. How lucky can I get?
Until some employer puzzles out my handle at an inopportune moment, of course.
er, ssh to vatos and visit google within the ssh session, that is.
102: Actually, what's in the leftmost column seems to be just a list of links, beginning with a general-interest set like Crooked Timber and Cres/cat Sen/tentia, followed by sets of links chosen by each of the three authors. The names aren't aligned with any particular posts. And if I click on one of the archives of a particular month, the names don't appear anywhere.
I'm commenting from Chicago! How exciting! Using Konqueror of all things!
103: you cleverly elide my "sort of", hax0r.
This discussion prompted me to Google myself for the first time in a while. Turns out the letter that I mentioned in this thread actually did get reprinted in a textbook. Huh. Weird.
(I stand by my entire harumphing argument in that thread, by the way. The subsequent ten months haven't altered my biases any.)
So by "sort of by definition" you really meant "most of the time, but not by definition or anything like that"? I think you are the clever one.
What if one is behind a NAT, eh, eh? Not so clever now, Google! Or if one were to write a custom http router and embed it in a worm that targeted Siemens flow control systems, mmm? Then Google would have the IP of some innocent Mexican pebble-bed reactor control server, and essear would still be employed today.
There have been a couple of occasions on which I've wished to post or comment somewhere, and the friend I was visiting said, Oh, really, no, I'd prefer that you didn't, because people can then tell that you're here.
Huh. Elaborate measures might then be taken. I'm a rube, and don't know how these things are done.
112: Ohhhhh no, sonny. You won't suck me back into that argument. Good try.
I only recently learned about the magic of "ssh -D".
I only recently learned about those magic turkeys that have evolved a way to tell you when their innards are hot enough for food safety.
I only recently learned about the magic of "ssh -D".
Innnnnnnnnnnnnnteresting.
Can someone explain the cool thing, please?
Now you totally know how to do it, right, ari?
122: Sorry. You should start here. Then maybe that Wikipedia article will make sense.
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Does anyone around at the moment know if ogged is still using his Unfogged email address?
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Yeah, IIRC Megan said he still responds to it.
124: Apo has said that ogged still responds to that address.
I just thought of something but it would be utterly & completely out of place here.
The lady from Narnia raises a good question.
129: probably not but I already forgot what it was, so we'll never know for sure.
Josh should just keep upping the uselessness of his links. Next, a link to a book on electronic circuit design. After that, a link to Turing's original paper defining the notion of computation.
I was woken up about 4 hours ago by tinnitus. It now seems to have segued into an ear ache/infection, which is frankly preferable, because the ringing thing was making me nuts. Sitting in front of a blaring tv kept me from pulling all my hair out.
If you're trying to find out where they are, the staff solution would be to post something in the comments that links to a page you control, and see what comes up in the logs.
Of course, the material is your copyright, so you could issue a DMCA takedown notice if it's hosted in the US. I'm not sure whether issuing your very own nastygram would be cool or whether you'd be drummed out of the Internet for being RIAA-y.
sorry, oudemia, that sucks. having an ear infection be an improvement is indication of a lame baseline.
now I want to make some joke about pete townshend and lame bass lines, but I got bupkis. supervising my daughter's homework, of which there is VASTLY TOO MUCH. but what did I expect sending her to a chinese school in narnia. fucking school.
I think it is indicative of the mindset that her teacher sun wei at the parent teacher conference noted that my daughter was the best in the class when it came to "being respectful of the teacher." this is actually a useful skill, and since she has a very different home-life she is unlikely to emerge from this a cowed authoritarian follower...all my family in NY commented on how polite my children were. saying "no thank you," asking to be excused, the whole nine yards. this is all actually, as I say, useful. kids coming up these days, don't know how to set the table properly. putting the blade of the knife all any which way.
I would tell them to get off my lawn but I don't have a lawn. I have areas of planking and concrete alternating with areas exploding with tropical growth that I do not know how to prune. when I moved in, the heliconia weren't reaching over the decking to try and eat the house, like now.
the heliconia weren't reaching over the decking to try and eat the house
I've read this story. The revolver is useless; sleep with a machete in reach.
This is an absolutely awful rap song/video (the story above it explains what a lacefont wig is, in case you need that) but it sort of cracked me up and got stuck in my head anyway, which makes it seem unfogged-appropriate.
My little hellions are wont to run all over the bounds of decorum at any moment, largely because their father finds fart- and poop-related humor hilarious, but by God Damn they will ask to be excused from the table in a polite manner and say "Thank You" when offered a compliment or given a gift. Low standards, sure, but at least some standards.