Restaurant vs. Bar

Tim’s got a handy list of ways to tell whether you’re at a restaurant or a bar:

If your napkin feels like linen, it’s a restaurant. If your napkin feels like the Yellow Pages, it’s a bar.

If you need reservations, it’s a restaurant. If you have reservations about admitting where you were till 2 a.m., it’s a bar.

Good thing, too, I’m constantly getting confused.

iTunes: “Brain Washers” by Blackalicious feat. Harper, Ben from the album Blazing Arrow (2002, 6:22).

All I want to do is go back to bed.

I’m exhausted this morning, for no particular reason whatsoever that I can think of. Slapped the alarm for about an hour after it went off, and it was still a chore to drag myself out of bed.

The weekend was fairly uneventful — mostly just kicking back here at home, bouncing around the ‘net and importing a ton of CDs back into the computer. Nothing really overly stressful. I think this is just “one of those mornings.”

Hit the Vogue Saturday and Sunday night. The more Sundays I go, the more I think I prefer them over Saturdays.

Saturdays (and Fridays) are a mix of 80’s, 90’s and modern new-wave, gothic, and industrial, and Sundays are the club’s “Fetish Night”, with similar but slightly darker music. The biggest difference is that Fridays and Saturdays are more “tourist friendly” — there are definitely the regulars each night, but there are also a lot of the people who either just come by occasionally or are “straights” coming to get a taste of the scene. There’s certainly nothing wrong with that at all — most of the time the “tourists” aren’t too bad, it’s rare that they get overly obnoxious or offensive, and some of them actually seem to really get a kick out of the atmosphere and the music, even if it’s all new to them. It’s just that the club often gets incredibly hot and crowded. I’m usually not overly tweaked by crowds, especially in dance clubs, but I ended up leaving early on Saturday when it got to be too much for me.

Sundays, as the “Fetish Night,” are rapidly becoming my favorite night. It’s not nearly as crowded, which is probably due to a combination of it being a Sunday night (and many people have to be up early on Mondays to get to work) and the theme itself. The music is a bit darker and outfits tend to be a bit more extreme — it’s not at all rare to see people (men and women both) in little more than chaps and leather studded g-strings, “schoolgirl” outfits, bondage gear, etc. — which can be seen as extreme enough that it doesn’t lend itself to a “tourist” atmosphere. I’ve never had a problem with things like this, myself, while I don’t have any outfits along those lines in my wardrobe (I tend to neither be that flashy nor have the budget to indulge in outfits like that), I often enjoy the look of them, and many of the clubgoers are wonderful to watch (whether it be because of their personal attractiveness, their style of dress, the way they dance, or any combination of those). All in all, it’s a more relaxed night, and I’m enjoying it more each time I go.

I’ll likely not entirely cease hitting the Vogue on Saturday nights, as there are definitely times I like the busier, bustling atmosphere of a weekend night, and the slightly “pop”-ier music gets some songs in that I like dancing to that are less likey to show up on a Sunday night. However, if I had to choose just one night to hit the club on any given week, Sundays would definitely be my choice.

iTunes: “Godhead” by Nitzer Ebb from the album Ebbhead (1991, 4:29).

The Death of a Foy

It was extremely unusual for a Foy to be dying on earth. They were the highest social class on their planet (which had a name that was pronounced — as nearly as earthly throats could make the sounds — Sortibackenstrete) and were virtually immortal.

Every Foy, of course, came to a voluntary death eventually, and this one had given up because of an ill-starred love affair, if you can call it a love affair where five individuals, in order to reproduce, must indulge in a yearlong mental contact. Apparently, the Foy had not fit into the contact after several months of trying, and it had broken his heart — or hearts, for he had five.

All Foys had five large hearts and there was speculation that it was this that made them virtually immortal.

Maude Briscoe, earth’s most renowned surgeon, wanted those hearts. “It can’t be just their number and size, Ray,” she said to her chief assistant. “It has to be something physiological or biochemical. I must have them.”

“I don’t know if we can manage that,” said Ray Johnson. “I’ve been speaking to him earnestly, trying to overcome the Foy taboo against dismemberment after death. I’ve had to lie to him, Maude.”

“Lie?”

“I told him that after death, there would be a dirge sung for him by the world-famous choir led by Harold J. Gassenbaum. I told him that, by earthly belief, this would mean that his astral essence would be instantaneously wafted back, through hyperspace, to his home planet of Sortib-what’s-it’s-name — provided he would sign a release allowing you, Maude, to have his hearts for scientific investigation.”

“Don’t tell me he believed that.”

“Well, you know this modern attitude about accepting the myths and beliefs of intelligent aliens. It wouldn’t have been polite for him not to believe me. Besides, the Foys have a profound admiration for earthly science and I think this one is a little flattered that we should want his hearts. He promised to consider the suggestion and I hope he decides soon because he can’t live more than another, day or so, and we must have his permission by interstellar law, and the hearts must be fresh — Ah, his signal.”

Ray Johnson moved in with smooth and noiseless speed. “Yes?” he whispered, unobtrusively turning on the holographic recording device in case the Foy wished to grant permission.

The Foy’s large, gnarled, rather tree like body lay motionless on the bed. His bulging eyes palpitated — all five of them — as they rose, each on its stalk, and turned toward Ray. The Foy’s voice had a strange tone and the lipless edges of his open round mouth did not move, but the words formed perfectly. His eyes were making the Foyan gestures of assent as he said, “Give my big hearts to Maude, Ray. Dismember me for Harold’s choir. Tell all the Foys on Sortibackenstretethat I will soon be there.”

Isaac Asimov has long been one of my favorite writers. In addition to writing incredibly good science fiction, he could also craft nonfiction scientific essays that were just as interesting to read, a rare gift in any writer. And, of course, he had an absolutely wicked sense of humor and a great love for bad puns.

I just had to share after finding this one. :)

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iTunes: “World, The” by Quest from the album Essential Chillout (2000, 4:17).

Occam’s Razor

So — what’s more likely?

That while trying to install and figure out the image-processing software that came with their new digital camera, a husband and wife accidentally opened the husbands previously hidden stash of downloaded porn, or…

That after purchasing a brand-new digital camera, taking a few pictures, and plugging it into their computer, a husband and wife discovered that there were a number of pornographic images already on the camera when they bought it?

An investigation has begun after a couple found pornographic pictures on a new digital camera they had bought.

Jackie and Eammon Gall, from Greater Manchester, discovered the explicit shots in the memory of the camera soon after they bought it for £400 at Argos.

[…]

[Mr. Gall] told BBC GMR: \”When we discovered the pictures, I was trying to get rid of them straight away, because that was my instant reaction.

\”Then for whatever reason the pictures then became part of the desktop and filled up the whole screen.

“Then I started to panic, thinking the pictures would perhaps go anywhere else on the computer that they shouldn’t.”

I know you’re not supposed to snicker at people. But come on…

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iTunes: “Child In Us, The” by Enigma from the album Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi! (1996, 5:06).

I’m too sexy for my blog

New tagline for the blog went up today. Inspiration should be blatantly obvious (at least if you’re into early 90’s one-hit wonders). ;)

Besides, I was bored.

This did, however, inspire some new shirts now available for sale through CafePress:

I'm too sexy for my blogI'm too sexy for your blog

To the left, the “I’m too sexy for my blog” t-shirt. Let your ego go wild, show of just how good you are! You deserve it!

And on the right, for those people who don’t deserve to be graced by your presence — the “I’m too sexy for your blog” t-shirt! Face it, some blogs just aren’t worth your time. Don’t be shy about it — announce it to the world!

Or not.

You know.

Whatever. ;)

I just do these things because they amuse me.

iTunes: “I’m Too Sexy (Catwalk)” by Right Said Fred from the album I’m Too Sexy (1991, 7:51).

Fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads…

There’s a (mostly) amusing article in the Seattle PI today about the “War of the Fish” — that is, the “Jesus Fish” and the many variations plastered over cars all over the place.

Brothers and sisters, there’s a battle raging. It’s not a battle fought with weapons of mass destruction, Lord save us, and it’s not a battle fought in armored personnel carriers.

It is a battle, children, for the hearts — yea, verily, for the everlasting souls — of America’s trunks and bumpers. It is a battle of words and wills, and fish. Lots and lots of fish.

Hallelujah! Can I get a witness?

Amen, brother.

Personally, I’m fairly partial to this one…

Whatever Fish

…though there are certainly a lot to choose from.

One thing about the article did really bug me, though.

Farmer, the Ashland fish maker, said the only word fish booksellers in his area wouldn’t carry was Tolerance.

Some fish, friends, are just too hard to swallow.

The only one they won’t sell. They’re quite happy to sell as many other this believe vs. that belief slogans as they can, but heaven forbid they actually suggest that we actually try to get along with each other! We just can’t have that, now can we?

(sigh)

iTunes: “I Sit On Acid (’95)” by Lords of Acid from the album Do What You Wanna Do (1995, 4:31).

blockquotes in TypePad and MovableType

One of the wonderful little things about a weblogging system such as TypePad or MovableType (and many others, of course) is that there are a lot of nice little usability touches that make it so much easier than having to work with all the HTML code yourself. Rather than mucking around with “ tags and the like, you just type away, and when you hit “Post”, all those niggling little details are taken care of for you.

Every so often, though, something doesn’t quite work the way you’d expect it to. Over the past few days, a few people have been posting in a thread on the TypePad User Group, trying to figure out why every so often, using the <blockquote> tag would suddenly cause display issues in a finished post.

Since I’d had to battle with this in the past, I ended up writing a small book attempting to explain just what was going on. My full post (in my usual overly long-winded style) follows.

After reading through this thread, I believe I’ve seen a couple different things going on when dealing with blockquote elements. I’ll see if I can clearly (if not terribly concisely) toss some useable answers out. ;)

I’ll start with an easier one to explain. I saw this from BJ:

It seems the problem occurs when the blockquote is within a paragraph:

<p> blah blah <blockquote> quoted stuff </blockquote> More Stuff </p>

There are a few types of tags in HTML. In this case, we need to know about two types: inline tags and block level tags.

Block level tags define a chunk of HTML code or text that is a self-contained block (I hate using a word to define itself, but that’s all I’m coming up with right now). A paragraph is a good example of this type of tag. Inline tags define a chunk of code or text that is contained within a block level tag — for instance, bold or italic text inside a paragraph.

The simplest way to visualize this is simply visualizing how a paragraph is structured: you can have bold and italic words inside a paragraph, but you can’t have paragraphs within bold and italic words, nor can you have a paragraph within a paragraph. In other words, this is a valid structure:

<p>Well, isn't <i>that</i> just absolutely <b>nifty</b>!

But this isn’t:

I'm not sure what to use here <p>as an example</p>, so I'll make something up.

Now, as long as all that made sense, all you need to realize is that a blockquote, as implied by its name, is a block level element, and therefore cannot be used within a paragraph. A properly formatted blockquote should look something like this:

I found this interesting little bit of information today:

<blockquote>A really interesting bit of information.</blockquote>

See? Pretty cool, huh?

If you want to correctly code an inline quote, as in BJ’s example, you should use the <quote> HTML tag, like so:

blah blah <quote>quoted stuff</quote> More Stuff

Okay, done. And that was the simpler of the two situations!

The second (and probably the one that’s biting the most people in the butt) is the bizarre linespacing issues that crop up at times when using the blockquote element. Sometimes blockquotes work fine, sometimes they’ll go tweaky within the blockquote, and sometimes they’ll affect things after the blockquote is closed.

I struggled with this for a while myself, but I eventually figured out that the culprit is actually one of the things that TypePad (and MovableType, for that matter) does to help us out: the automatic wrapping of paragraphs in paragraph tags (the “convert line breaks” option in the ‘Text Formatting’ menu).

TP/MT determines where to place paragraph and linebreak tags by looking at the text of the post: a single carriage return becomes a linebreak (<br />); blocks of text surrounded by two carriage returns (blank lines) get surrounded with paragraph tags (“…</p>). Simple enough on its own, but TP/MT also scans for certain other tags, and when it encounters those, it does not insert paragraph or linebreak tags. I don’t know all of the tags that will trigger this, but I know that list tags and blockquote tags are definitely in the list.

Now, when a blockquote is only a single paragraph, that’s not a problem at all. For instance, given the following text entered into a post:

I found this interesting little bit of information today:

<blockquote>A really interesting bit of information.</blockquote>

See? Pretty cool, huh?

TP/MT would output the HTML as follows:

<p>I found this interesting little bit of information today:

<blockquote>A really interesting bit of information.</blockquote>

See? Pretty cool, huh?

Where things get tweaky is when a blockquote contains multiple paragraphs. The first paragraph of the blockquote will be ignored as it should, but then the second paragraph of the blockquote gets an opening paragraph tag — and suddenly you run into a situation where two block level tags are fighting with each other. Then, when the blockquote ends, you have an opening paragraph tag, a closing blockquote tag, and then a closing paragraph tag — more confusion.

For example, given the following text put into a post:

I found this interesting little bit of information today:

<blockquote>A really interesting bit of information.

Some more information that's also interesting.</blockquote>

See? Pretty cool, huh?

TP/MT will wrap the first line in paragraph tags. Because the second line begins with a blockquote tag, it will ignore that line. As the third line begins with normal text, TP/MT will wrap that entire line in paragraph tags, which is where the weirdness creeps in. Here’s how the output would look:

I found this interesting little bit of information today:

<blockquote>A really interesting bit of information.

Some more information that's also interesting.</blockquote>

See? Pretty cool, huh?

Once you factor in CSS declarations into all of this, which might have differing settings for blockquotes and for paragraphs, you can see why things end up getting more than a little wonky as your browser tries to work its way through the tag soup and figure out how to format everything.

(ADDED: By the way, I should clarify that while both paragraph tags and blockquote tags are block level elements, different rules apply to them: while you cannot have a blockquote contained within a paragraph, you can have a paragraph [or multiple paragraphs] contained within a blockquote. While this may seem a little confusing from a “but they’re both block level elements!” standpoint, from a logical and English usage standpoint, it does make sense. I just can’t explain it any better than that. ;) )

There are two ways to get around this, neither of which are incredibly complex — but neither of which are incredibly easy, either.

The first is simply to switch the ‘Text Formatting’ option to “none” and type in all the paragraph tags yourself so that TP/MT doesn’t have to do it automatically. It works, but it also takes away from some of the ease of use of TP/MT.

The second option (and the one I use) is to keep in mind how TP/MT will interpret what you give it, and do a little bit of manual work to get around the issue. You’ll still be doing some manual work with tags here, but not quite as much as you might in option one. When I’m entering a two (or more) paragraph blockquote into one of my posts, I simply take into account the extra tags that TP/MT will add, add a couple of my own, and then ‘push’ a couple lines together so that the resulting code will output correctly after it passes through TP/MTs routines.

This is a bit easier to show than to describe, so — starting with the above example again, here’s the starting point:

I found this interesting little bit of information today:

<blockquote>A really interesting bit of information.

Some more information that's also interesting.</blockquote>

See? Pretty cool, huh?

Now, to prevent TP/MT from munging things up, I would put that example into one of my posts like this:

I found this interesting little bit of information today:

<blockquote>A really interesting bit of information.

Some more information that's also interesting.</p></blockquote>See? Pretty cool, huh?

Now TP/MT has only three lines to work through. As before, the first line gets wrapped in paragraph tags. Because the second line begins with a blockquote tag, it gets ignored, but as I’ve manually added paragraph tags, that’s fine. The third line, like the first, gets wrapped in paragraph tags because it starts with simple text, but because I put in the requisite paragraph tags on either side of the blockquote tag, all the tags in the resulting code balance out, like so:

<p>I found this interesting little bit of information today:

<blockquote>A really interesting bit of information.

Some more information that's also interesting.</p></blockquote><p>See? Pretty cool, huh?

And (finally), that’s that! I realize that it’s probably fairly daunting at first, but after playing with it a bit, I think it should start to make sense. Maybe. ;)

Anyway, those are the two major issues with blockquote elements that are probably causing frustration for people.

And that’s far more than enough babble from me on all this. Hopefully some of this helped some of you — as always, if I just managed to make things more confusing, feel free to post followup questions, and I’ll do what I can to clarify!

Curls?

I’m not sure how long this is actually going to go on, but so far, due only to a combination of laziness and idle curiosity, I’ve yet to shave my head this year (and hadn’t for a good week or so before Jan. 1st). I’m starting to wonder just how long I can go before I get sick of the curls and shave my head again. It could be just a few days — or it could be months.

I guess I’ll find out when I find myself in the bathroom, clippers in hand.

iTunes: “Light (Vengeance)” by K.M.F.D.M. from the album Light (1994, 5:39).