Mr. Kalilich goes to Washington

Last week, I mentioned that I'd be going to Washington, DC for the weekend to attend Free Culture Conference 2010 with other members of my school's chapter of Students for Free Culture. Well, I'm back, and here's how it went.

On Friday, I had to skip my classes and go into work early. It was raining, and I had brought a duffel bag with some warm clothes (and a camera) borrowed from my parents. As I waited for the bus, a pink Porsche SUV limo pulled up to the bus stop. One of the other people at the bus stop turned out to be in on it; she said our apartment was giving free rides to campus in the limo, presumably as a gimmick to get people to renew their leases. I was expecting to see a camera crew at any moment, like I'd end up in one of those commercials where they surprise random people by going to their house or whatever.

Anyway, we all got inside the limo, where they had granola bars, Rice Krispies treats, and bottles of water for breakfast. I expected to be lectured to about the benefits of renewing my lease, but nobody said much. It was kind of awkward, actually. The limo followed the route that the bus would have taken and dropped us off at the usual bus stop on campus. I thanked them for the ride.

After working at my job on campus, it was time to go. Kris, Jennifer, and Mark picked me up, and we drove to the airport in Orlando. It was the same airport that Mark and I flew to Europe from last year, so it brought back some memories. I didn't have much time to reminisce, though, because we were almost late. We hurried through everything until we made it past security, when we had a few minutes to get some food.

The flight was slightly delayed, but we got on eventually. I was seated between two people in the emergency exit row. It wasn't very comfortable, but I didn't mind much. I spent most of my time thinking about the trip and reading that day's issue of the Alligator. I didn't even get to finish it before we started our descent into Baltimore. I strained to look out the window. The clouds parted, revealing an endless, twilit landscape of barren trees and little neighborhoods covered in white. I had never seen snow before, and there it was—lots of it.

We landed at the airport. The runways had been cleared, but everything else was covered with a thick layer of snow. I became giddy. I didn't have much time to be giddy, though, because we were almost late. We hurried out of the airport to catch a bus to the nearest train station. We made the bus with a few minutes to spare, and then we made the train with a few minutes to spare. In the meantime, I did notice that the cold was a different, more tolerable kind of cold than what I was used to in Florida. It just felt like being inside a freezer. I guess there was no humidity.

The train took us to Washington's Union Station, where we took the DC subway out to Arlington, Virginia, where we met up with Gavin Baker, the founder of our chapter. He had graduated and moved to the DC area, and he let us stay in his apartment for the weekend. We made our way to the apartment (I also tried to run around in the snow and throw snowballs) and got settled in. Then Gavin took us back into DC to have dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant called Lalibela. Apparently there are a lot of Ethiopians and Ethiopian restaurants in the city.

It was a small place, and a lot of the table/booths were right next to each other. I was sitting on a bench next to another group of people. Still, it was pretty cozy, and Gavin had a suggestion for what to order. We got a communal dish consisting of some portions of various meats and vegetables served on a type of flat, doughy bread. We each had our own piece of flat, doughy bread, which we tore pieces off of and used to pick up the meats and vegetables. It was fun and delicious.

During the meal, Gavin surreptitiously showed us a Wikipedia article on his iPhone. He was almost certain that the guy I was sitting next to was Vivek Kundra, Chief Information Officer of the United States. I had read about him on some of my nerdy news web sites, so I was pretty pumped. I couldn't help but try to pick up on the conversation he was having. His friends were talking about his past job as CTO of DC and how he had been on the cover of a magazine. Definitely Vivek Kundra. We decided not to talk to him, though. More often than not, public figures want to be left alone.

We went right back to Gavin's, where we wound things down and went to bed. We had a couple of big days ahead of us tomorrow.

Speaking of going to bed, I'm pretty tired, so I'm going to continue this story next time. Soon, probably. In the meantime, here are some links:

Here's a spectacular NSFW animated short in which almost all of the scenery and characters are logos and mascots: Logorama. (Via waxy.org)

The webcomic xkcd is pretty funny, but I don't think anybody ever gets the punchline every time. Fortunately, we have Toby, Dave & Ian Explain XKCD, a blog in which the humor behind every comic is explained.

Photo woes

Okay, I can't remember everything I've ever done. Kate gently reminded me about one of the more interesting gifts she brought me during her stay. Remember how I said I was on the cover of an Esperanto magazine but I didn't have a copy of it? Kate brought two copies, one for me and one for my parents. Here it is:

The photo was taken at last year's International Youth Congress of Esperanto in Liberec, Czech Republic. From left to right are Esperantists from South Korea, Togo, Ukraine, and Vietnam. And then there's me.

Another postscript: When I got home after seeing Kate off, I noticed that the dry erase board on the refrigerator still had a Russian sentence that Kate had written. I took a picture of the board and then went to put the picture on my computer. But... the camera wouldn't read my memory card. My last memory card.

It had already stopped reading each the others, most recently a few days before. It was now official: I really needed a new camera. My beloved Sony DSC-P73 was a brick.

I had been wanting to buy a new camera for a while, but now I really have a good excuse. My ideal camera is a compact point-and-shoot with manual controls. Oh, and it has to take good pictures. I don't ask for much, you see. But it turns out that new lower-end point-and-shoots have done away with manual configuration entirely, leaving me with no choice but to jump up to the next price range.

I didn't want to get a Sony again because I knew how much they love pushing their own proprietary formats, particularly their Memory Stick storage format for cameras. My dad pointed out that some of their new cameras also accept SD cards, which have apparently become the standard while I've been busy fiddling with Memory Sticks.

That made me feel a little better, and knowing that Sony products tend to give you a lot of bang for your buck, I had a look at what Sony had to offer. The DSC-H20 and the DSC-HX5V caught my eye. I liked the former because it was cheaper and had already been released. I liked the latter because it was smaller, didn't have a lens cap, took SD cards, and shot higher-quality video (in stereo, yet).

I've decided to go for the HX5V, but apparently it's not coming out until the end of March. Till then, I am cameraless, which kind of sucks because... I'm going to Washington, DC this weekend!!

That's right. I'm the secretary of the UF chapter of Students for Free Culture, and we've decided (sort of at the last minute) to make the trek to George Washington University for the organization's Free Culture Conference 2010 this weekend. We'll be staying with Gavin Baker, the legendary founder of our chapter whom I've never met (apparently everyone else who's going has.

It won't be snowing, but it will have snowed, so it'll be the first time I actually see snow. (what jordan u've never seen sno? what is wrong with you, dont u ever travel in the winter?? its not like its incovenient or anything...) I'm pretty excited about that. I should have enough warm clothes, but I think I'll need boots or something to actually walk through the stuff.

If you have a car, you may be interested in this: How to Decode Your Car's VIN. (Via Lifehacker)

Scientology Sucks is a contest in which participants submit videos of themselves pranking the Scientology cult. The submissions should be posted online tomorrow, and the winners (as judged by the judges) will receive cash prizes.

Time capsule 2000

My weekend was pretty good. On Saturday, my sister and I went to visit our friend Kevin in Miami, which was overrun with New Orleans Saints fans who had come for the Super Bowl. We had a semi-fancy lunch at Perricone's and went to some less touristy places I hadn't been to before, including Simpson Park and the City Cemetery. We also met my sister's friend Jennifer, but we didn't have much time to hang out with her because we had to get back home for our friend Mark's party. Mark will be joining the Navy in a few days, so it was good to see him one more time before he goes out.

I got back to Gainesville yesterday evening. I missed most of the first half of the Super Bowl, and I was kind of bummed about that, but I don't really know why. It's not like I watch pro football the rest of the year, and I don't even like the commercials. Well, I like to think I don't, but I have a few favorites. I wasn't rooting for either team, but I arbitrarily bet my sister (for no money) that New Orleans would win 23-17. When they were trailing 17-16 at the end of the game and then got a touchdown, I was arbitrarily ecstatic, but then they went for two and got a pick-six, and the rest is history.

Ten years ago today, I joined Where's George?, a site for tracking where your dollar bills go after you spend them. I was heavily active during the first half of the 2000s, but my interest waned after that, and I haven't entered many bills into the system since then. I look fondly on WG as my first online community and the one I've participated in the most. I figured the least I could do would be to drop by and say hello on the forums, so I just did that, and I hope to hear back from some familiar faces... I mean, nicknames.

Speaking of things that happened ten years ago, my old school's time capsule should be opened soon.

In early 2000, when I was in the fifth grade, my teacher asked me to write a message for a time capsule that our class would be making. So I wrote something like "People of the future, we are Mrs. Sgroe's fifth-grade class at St. Elizabeth of Hungary Catholic School in Pompano Beach, Florida..." Then she said that we would be making a contribution to the school's time capsule, so the extra details were unnecessary. She had me rewrite it with a couple of other people.

Later, we gathered in the school auditorium/cafeteria to seal the time capsule. But first, the principal opened the previous time capsule, which had been sealed in 1990. I don't think it was actually buried; I think it was just kept in a closet in the office or something like that. But it was probably for the better as the box contained some interesting finds: a Statue of Liberty foam hat, a Madonna poster from when she looked like Marilyn Monroe, some newspapers with articles about the cold winter of 1989-90, and a hand-designed t-shirt saying "We love the '80s, the '80s were the best!"

Oddly enough, I have no recollection of what anyone put in the new time capsule except for a picture of my class and the handwritten message. I guess the artifacts from the '90s were too banal for me to bother to remember. So when the faculty and students at St. Elizabeth-St. Joseph School, as it's now called, open that box in the office, it'll be a surprise for me and most everyone else.

(Well, I hope they still have the time capsule. The faculty suffered a large shake-up during the past decade, and it wouldn't surprise me if the new folks took their predecessors' old boxes of junk to the curb. That would suck.)

Wired writer Evan Ratliff tried to vanish. Here's an interesting article about his experiences forging a new identity and staying on the run from readers looking out for him.

Cheap books are OK

So, yeah. I got back to Gainesville on Monday, and the first day of classes was Tuesday. This week's been pretty good so far except for the cold weather, which I'm not too fond of. It's supposed to rain tomorrow and Saturday, and apparently people have heard that there's a very slight chance of snow flurries and are blowing it out of proportion. In Florida, we get excited about the possibility of snow.

My classes are all okay so far because I haven't done too much in them yet. Two of my four classes are taught by professors whose classes I've had before. Neither of them are really great, but I'd rather have a mediocre professor than one who might be terrible. I am risk-averse.

I'm not sure why, but I wasn't allotted any textbook money from the great State of Florida this semester, so I had to fend for myself. Buying my books from the university bookstore would have set me back $500, even if I got as many of them used as possible. Fortunately, I found much better deals online with Book Burro.

The books I did get were so cheap because they're all international editions. Apparently textbook companies sell identical copies of their books for lower prices in South and Southeast Asia. They all have warnings on them saying they're not authorized for sale outside those regions. For example:

If you purchased this book within the United States or Canada you should be aware that it has been wrongfully imported without the approval of the Publisher or the Author. [emphasis added]

"Wrongfully," in the eyes of the publisher, but not illegally. The first-sale doctrine prevents from publishers from dictating how their books can be sold after they are sold for the first time. This is why secondhand bookstores exist. The publishers would shut them all down in an instant if they could, but they can't, and the rest of us are better off for it.

Tomorrow Katja will be coming to Gainesville. I've been looking forward to this day for a while now, so I'm pretty excited. I've made a list of some things that we can do here in town, but it seems that she'll want to do a lot of relaxing. I'm good for that, too. It makes things less hectic for me. But who knows when I'll have time to blog next? Hopefully soon, but not too soon.

Peter over at Greatplay.net explains Why 2012 Will Not Be The End of the World.

Quizipedia is a fill-in-the-blank game with sentences taken from Wikipedia articles. (Via J-Walk Blog)

New year, new beginnings

I finished my New Year's Day by watching the Gators dismantle Cincinnati in the Sugar Bowl. It was the last college game for quarterback Tim Tebow, whom I've mentioned here. People love him. There's even a site called Dear Tim Tebow that's collecting well-wishers' well wishes.

I like Tim Tebow because he's a good football player, but many people also like him due to his religious views and practices. He's very vocal about them, going so far as to cite Bible verses on his eye black. That the NCAA and a state university allow this constitutes an example of what can be called "Christian privilege." Atheist Revolution has more about Tim Tebow and Christian Privilege. It's written from a critical point of view, so the tone may surprise many Gator fans.

And on Saturday, I was fortunate enough to attend the wedding of my high-school friends Yamilee and Austin. Due to a mix-up, not many people actually showed up for the wedding, but the ceremony was very lovely and my sister, a bridesmaid, did a great job on her readings. (Aww.) It was a full Catholic Mass with a large proportion of non-Catholics in the audience, so they were standing when they were supposed to be kneeling and stuff like that.

Some friends I hadn't seen since high school were there, so I got to catch up with them at the reception. Haitian food was served (Yamilee is Haitian), and I tried some of it. Who knew goat could be so delicious? Oh yeah, and then there was dancing and stuff too, which I didn't partake in. I partook in the cake, though. Delicious cake.

From what I understand, Yamilee and Austin moved immediately after the wedding and now live where Austin has a job. Soon, they'll be joining the Peace Corps. So I probably won't see them for a while, but I'd like to if I can. And yeah, this is the first time I've ever been to a friend's wedding (as opposed to a relative's). I'm sure it will be the first of many... or, well, some.

Since then, I've started classes, but I'll catch you up on that later. Right now it's link time.

For your viewing pleasure: a color film of London from 1927. (Via The Presurfer)

Google's autocomplete suggestions give insight on the weird stuff that people search for. Slate held a contest to find the pair of queries that could be best classified as "more intelligent" and "less intelligent" based on Google's suggestions. And now there's Autocomplete Me, a blog devoted to showcasing bizarre suggestions that had presumably actually been used by real people.

Panoramic Europe / America '10

During my European adventure this summer, I took a lot of panoramic photos. Well, I took the individual photos that I would later stitch into panoramas once I got back home. And once I got back home, I did just that. Then I posted them on Facebook, which didn't really do them justice because they were all resized to be all tiny-like. I'd been meaning to post full-size versions of the best ones here on The World of Stuff, so I've done that now. Enjoy Panoramic Europe!

The summer of '08 consisted mainly of me hanging out and throwing around baseballs with some of my friends, but that's not to say we didn't have big plans. My friend Nick, a history buff, floated around the idea of going on a road trip to see some Civil War battlefields, possibly the next summer, but that didn't materialize.

Now, it's official. Nick, Mike, and TJ asked me if I wanted to go with them on a two-week road trip in June 2010. They plan to visit Atlanta, Washington, New York, Boston, and Gettysburg. It won't be all battlefields, as I could have guessed. Nick and TJ plan to go to a pizza restaurant near Atlanta to see if they can eat an 11-pound pizza in an hour. And I'm sure that won't be the only crazy hap to happen.

I told my parents about the plans, and they didn't say I could go, but they also didn't say I couldn't go. I figure that if they let me go to Europe for two months with people they didn't know, they'll let me go up north for two weeks with people they do know. Ah, to be trusted. It is good.

It might sound strange that I want to go on this trip because I just said that I don't have enough money to go on another trip to Europe. But the projected cost for next summer's road trip is much less than what I spent on plane and train tickets before setting foot in the airport in May. We're talking apples and oranges here. Well, more like apples and... tiny apples.

Inevitable misreading: "Panoramic Europe-America '10?" I put spaces around the slash for a reason. No excuses.

Here's a video showing Every Nickelback Wikipedia Page Vandalism Ever. Warning: there's Nickelback music, so turn your sound off. (Via waxy.org)

This would be fun to try if I were good at making stuff: Secret Knock Detecting Door Lock. (Via Lifehacker)

Whaddayaknow

If I'm not blogging regularly, it could only mean one of two things: either I'm busy or I have nothing to say. Well, it could be both, but I'm simplifying things. In this case, I am havin' a blast. I got home on Thursday night. I spent Friday night with my friends and most of Saturday with them as well. Today was a family day; my sister and I went with our parents to get a Christmas tree.

So, whaddayaknow, it's almost Christmas. As usual, I don't really want much stuff. I asked my parents for (i.e., bought with their credit card) a Creative Commons t-shirt. The money goes toward a good cause, and I can use my chest to advertise it. Sounds like a winning plan all around.

From the Stuff-Nobody-Cares-About Dept.: I used to use my own Update Notifier for my Greasemonkey user scripts. Almost everybody writes their own, but I've gotten tired of having to maintain it and figured that someone else would probably do a better job, so I'm switching to usoCheckup for my scripts. It has some interesting features that are too boring to describe here.

And hey, whaddayaknow, it's the end of the post already.

I've sleepwalked before, and I'm afraid of doing it again because it's really creepy. Case in point: sleep-emailing and other strange occurrences. (Via The Presurfer)

Watch as a woman attempts 21 accents in three videos: 1, 2, 3. She's pretty good.

Here's an interesting column that appeared in a UF student newspaper this semester: Social Media Emphasize Individuality. The author argues that when people we don't know very well pour their souls out in blogs and the like, it helps us understand that they're more than meets the eye.

Some weather

The winners never say "It's only a game..."

Remember how college football equals epic drama?

In September of last year, the Florida Gators suffered an embarrassing loss to Ole Miss at home. After the game, Tim Tebow, the Gators' star quarterback, promised that no one would work harder than he would for the rest of the season. The Gators went on to win every game, including their conference championship and the national championship. The words of "The Promise" were etched onto a plaque outside the stadium. Tebow led the Gators through this season undefeated as well, for a total of 22 victories in a row.

The fun came to an end tonight as Alabama crushed Florida to win the conference championship.

I was watching at my friend Andrea's apartment. All of us—she, her boyfriend, her other friends, and I—were on edge the whole time. The Gators never led in the game. A comeback looked less and less likely. Finally, the score was 32-13 in the fourth quarter, and the announcers were declaring it over. Alabama had possession and took a knee. Tim Tebow cried. He had already played the last home game of his career. The team's hopes for a repeat national title were ruined.

A lot of thoughts were going around in my mind. I was tense. I could feel my heart beating in my stomach. I hadn't felt like this in a long time, and I have had some pretty bad times. I thought about how I could cheer myself up. If I had a bottle, I would drink. If I had a girl, I would kiss her. But there was nothing I could do. I wondered if I was the only person in the room who felt this way. Everyone else seemed to be laughing it off. Maybe they were just coping better.

Rather than sticking around to watch more TV, we went out. I kept my sweater on over my Gators shirt. We went to the mall, where I couldn't help but see tons of Gators merchandise for sale. We walked around for a little bit, I guess to get some milkshakes. I got one. Then we went to Target, where there was also tons of Gators merchandise in view. Andrea and some of the others bought cases of Dr Pepper, which happened to be the main sponsor of tonight's game.

I felt like it was letting it get to me too much, but I didn't want to say that because then everyone else would know it was getting to me too much. I think they all could tell, anyway. (If not, I've just blown my cover.) They took me back to my apartment, and to my dismay, I realized it was only nine o'clock. I had been counting on plopping right into bed, but it was too early. Oh, the world can be cruel sometimes.

I know, I know. This is a ridiculous thing to get worked up about. It is only a game. It's an hour of bulky sociology majors trying to move an oddly-shaped ball from one end of a field to the other in short bursts. It's not politics. It's not love. It's not like anyone died.

This is where I would rebut those potential criticisms and point out why it is in fact important, but I'm coming up short. All I know is that a lot of people had their hopes riding on this season, and that everyone who hates the Gators will have a field day. Actually, thanks to the magic of Facebook, I can tell that they already are. I guess that's the worst part for me since I have thin skin. Being a loser isn't fun.

Yes, this post is going to look stupid in the distant or not-so-distant future. But I don't know which is worse: feeling sad about this or knowing that it doesn't matter. When I'm feeling down about something, I want it to believe it's important, so I'd rather not hear optimistic words of wisdom, even though they often are true.

Meanwhile, the struggle between emotion and reason goes on. So, in spite of myself, I'd like to offer the following. Feel free to hold hands with the people next to you and sing along.

We are the boys from old Florida,
F-L-O-R-I-D-A,
Where the girls are the fairest,
The boys are the squarest
Of any old state down our way.

We are all strong for old Florida,
Down where the old Gators play.
In all kinds of weather,
We'll all stick together
For F-L-O-R-I-D-A.

Here's something few people will be interested in: A Literary Appreciation of the Olson/zoneinfo/tz Database. (Via waxy.org)

Watch old movies you've never heard of at Classic Cinema Online. (Via Lifehacker)

I've got time for trivialities

I went home this weekend. As with many things, it got me thinking.

At the risk of being really cheesy, let me mention that Wiktionary defines "home" as:

One's own dwelling place; the house or structure in which one lives; especially the house in which one lives with his family; the habitual abode of one’s family; also, one's birthplace.

That's the first definition of ten just for the noun. It's not helpful.

I believe it was Maniac Magee who said, "Home is where you sleep." Now that's more like it.

Why all this philosophizing, you may ask? I've noticed that some of my friends consider their homes to be their apartments here in College Town, USA, rather than the houses where they grew up, where their parents live, and where they go for holidays. I also caught an article in Unofficial College Newspaper last week that warned of the "Garden State moment" when you realize that "the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore."

Oh, Jordan, you say, isn't Garden State a great movie? I loveeeeeeeeeee it, just like I love drawing out silent letters! Less than three hundred thirty-three thousand three hundred thirty-three. Yeah, well, I haven't seen more than, like, five minutes of it. I know, what a horrible person I am for never going out to the video store and renting your favorite movie, or for never consciously trying to find it on TV and taking a break from everything else in my life for two hours to watch it. Sue me.

Um, anyway, I hadn't been home for three months (my trip to Europe wasn't even that long), and I found myself stumbling around a bit, trying to remember how each door opened, where some things were, and the like. I'd still call the house my home—I did feel at home there, and I highly doubt I'll be living in this apartment after I graduate—but I couldn't help but wonder when the Garden State moment would come. Hopefully, it won't be until after I graduate. By that time, I hope to have a full-time job, a non-student apartment, a live-in girlfriend, and other things that can be described by hyphenated adjectives.

Need some dummy text for some sort of design? Check out the Dummy Text Generator. I've featured a similar site previously (December 23, 2003), but this one has more texts to choose from (including the opening of The Metamorphosis) and uses JavaScript magic so there's no waiting for new pages to load.

How to Bind a Paper Without Staples. I've already used this technique successfully, but only with scissors (instead of ripping the paper).

Appreciation

All is quiet on the World of Stuff front. Okay, I guess you guys don't think polished writing about potentially lethal fast-food menu items is very much worth commenting on. Noted. I never know which posts are going to be snoozers and which aren't.

This past week at work, there was a sort of appreciation week going on. People were getting appreciated left and right. Even we, the humble IT workers way back in the corner of the building got some love. On Thursday, I got a half-dozen homemade blueberry muffins from a student group whose web site I run. And on Friday, we had a Thanksgiving feast for lunch. During the meal, we were asked to select a needy child to buy Christmas gifts for, and my IT co-workers and I decided to provide for a two-year-old boy who wanted some toy trucks.

Yes, 'tis the season to ask your professors if they're holding class the day before Thanksgiving (and of course, they all are). The student body voted last year to make the day before Thanksgiving a university holiday, but it won't go into effect for a few years because they draw up each year's calendar far in advance.

How Races and Religions Match in Online Dating. (Via waxy.org)

A Google employee realized that many people don't know what a browser is even though they spend a lot of time using one. To that end, he created a short video with an explanation. (Via Lifehacker)