The Landa Kongreso: Monday and beyond

This is the final post in a three-part… blah blah blah, you don’t care.

On Monday morning, I attended the closing ceremony of the conference. Well, there wasn’t much ceremony; the term used in Esperanto means “solemn closing.” It wasn’t especially solemn either. It was mainly a series of closing remarks, capped off with a singing of “La Espero.”

The organizers of the convention presented some statistics, most notably that the attendance was over 100. The president of Esperanto-USA gave some details about the next national convention, which will be held at the University of California, Berkeley, in early June 2011, and the one after that, which will be held in north Texas in 2012.

I was the only college-age kid to attend the closing ceremony. Once that was over, I rejoined the others in the lobby. Andy, Darcy, and I got to talking about exciting it was to be with so many other young Esperantists and how to keep the energy going. For a while, Esperanto-USA had had an active youth branch called USEJ. We decided bring USEJ back to life by starting up an IRC channel where we could constantly chat with each other and by having regular voice chats online. We also decided to look into the possibility of having a national youth congress in South Florida in the winter.

I’ve come back energized, and I’ve come back with a goal. I want to take new Esperantists with me to Berkeley next year. That means Andy and I will have to work hard to attract new members to our club and help them learn Esperanto, but it’s a worthwhile challenge.

I didn’t actually go to DC at all during the trip, even on the drive to the train station. Yes, instead of flying back to Florida, we took the Auto Train with Andy’s dad and Andy’s dad’s car, which Andy is now using. It was actually pretty comfortable, and I even expected to sleep at one point. I don’t think I actually did; I should have known better. But the complementary dinner and breakfast were pretty good, and it was fun to see “America at see level” (Amtrak’s former or maybe current tagline).

We arrived in Sanford, Florida, on Tuesday morning, and we drove to Gainesville. As soon as we made it to UF, I raced into my public speaking class, which was already in progress. I was going to have to deliver an impromptu speech. We had each submitted a quotation, and then when it was our turn to give a speech, we had to pick one of them at random and and deliver a speech about our reaction to it.

For some reason, there weren’t as many quotes as there were people, and I was the last to go, so I was left with none. The teacher asked people to submit some more, so I had fresh pickin’s. I chose:

“We are not here merely to make a living, we are here to enrich the world.”
—Woodrow Wilson

Within three minutes, I explained a little bit about what Esperanto is all about and about the experience I had had with other Esperantists over the long weekend. I tied it all together by explaining the shared hope that Esperanto can help enrich the world. I got a strong round of applause, and people had more questions for me after the speech. I got a 98% on the assignment.

With Congress.org’s MegaVote, you can sign up for weekly e-mails with information on how your representatives are voting. Good idea! (Via HackCollege)

I had no idea Google allowed you to purchase advertising time on TV, but someone at Slate tried it out. (Via waxy.org)

You know what’s cool? Science. You know what’s cooler? Infographics that aren’t totally stupid and help you understand science. Here’s one that organizes popular health supplements by the amount of evidence for their effectiveness. (Via Lifehacker)

The sensational student-semester

In the spring, I took a class called Introduction to Software Engineering. The main assignment over the course of the semester was a group project to design, create, and present a software application. Sound like fun?

The class had four discussion sections, which made it only natural that each discussion section should correspond to a group. The groups were about evenly distributed, each one having 16 or 17 people. In my group, we spent several weeks hashing out ideas for what kind of program to make.

I would talk about the ongoing project to my friend Mark, who had taken the class previously. When he first heard about it, he was shocked. “Seventeen people? That’s going to be way too many. You need two or three people.” Or, you know, something like that. I’m not a journalist, jeez.

I wasn’t really sure what he meant. I figured that with a lot of work, two or three people could complete a project on the scale of what we were doing, but with more people on the team, it would be easier for everyone.

Our group eventually decided on an instant messaging application for Android phones. The app would be designed specifically for our fellow UF students; each user would see a map of the campus with their buddies’ current locations marked. Users would also be able to create and invite their friends to events, which would also be shown on the map. The name of the program: ChompChat. The alligator-themed wordplay is inescapable around here.

We basically split ourselves into two teams: the client team, which would make the actual ChompChat application, and the server team, which would be responsible for handling interactions between users. After a while, the server team got something that worked, and the client team got something that worked. The hard part was getting them to work together.

Some of our other assignments for the class involved reading Fred Brooks’ The Mythical Man-Month, a classic text of software engineering. The titular essay explains that people and time aren’t interchangeable. As more people join a project, proportionally less work gets done because the new members have to learn the ropes and each member has to communicate with more people to figure out what’s going on. It’s summed up as Brooks’ law:

Adding manpower to a late software project makes it later.

In the meantime, I had a hard time finding a place for myself in the project. We were using Google Wave to communicate (we had several big Google fans in the group), and not everyone was in on every wave. We had our own Trac installation set up for us, but no one ever filed any tickets.

I got most of my information from our weekly class meetings, and even then, I couldn’t help but bounce around from subteam to subteam, looking for something to do as the strong-willed and more technically able actually did most of the work. It got to the point where I decided to hold off from the development lest Brooks’ law come into play. Other members of the group agreed that this was a good idea.

When it came time for the groups to present their software projects, we had just gotten the client and the server to communicate with each other. Chatting and creating events worked, but geolocation and the other features we had originally dreamed up for ChompChat were absent. I felt as though the ghost of Fred Brooks were there in the room, laughing to himself. Actually, I didn’t because he’s still alive. But whatever.

Fred Brooks was right. Mark was right. And everyone else came around. Toward the end of the semester, the professor took a poll of the class, and almost everybody agreed that the groups should have been smaller. Too bad it took so much manpower to figure that out.

Statistics reveal America’s “beer belly,” where bars outnumber grocery stores. (Via The Consumerist)

This might be fun if you like math: an inverse graphing calculator that produces the corresponding equation for a curve that you draw. (Via J-Walk Blog)

This 1995 Newsweek article reads like satire in 2010: “The Internet? Bah!” A Newsweek blogger provides a modern commentary and manages to get a word from the author.

Interfaith forum

Regular readers probably have forgotten that I attend meetings of Gator Freethought, the campus organization that’s friendly to atheists, agnostics, and all others who question religious beliefs. We’ve had our last meeting of the year, but that wasn’t the end. Blake, the outgoing president of the club, was going to be representing freethought at an interfaith forum on campus.

The event was held on Wednesday evening, the last day of classes, in the smaller ballroom in the student union. There were a lot of empty seats, probably because people were at home studying for their upcoming exams. I guessed that most of the audience members were there to see their guy or gal take part in the discussion; not many people looked like they were genuinely disinterested. I have to admit I was in the former camp. I sat with a group of Freethought members.

(Derail: People always seem to say “disinterested” when they mean “uninterested.” I’ve also seen an excellent clip from The Rachel Maddow Show [which I otherwise don't watch, by the way] in which Ms. Maddow says “uninterested” instead of “disinterested.” If you’re uninterested, you don’t have any interest—you’re bored or you don’t care—and if you’re disinterested, you don’t have any interests—anything that could be considered a possible source of bias or prejudice. Paul Brians has an entry on this error in his Common Errors in English Usage web site, which is worth checking out. In the associated book, there’s a cartoon in which a man says to a woman something like, “Let me make myself clear: I’m not disinterested, I’m uninterested.”)

Um, right. So, the forum was emceed jointly by what appeared to be a Christian and a Muslim. Answering their questions, as well as some from the audience, were the panelists:

• Representing Christianity was a guy from Campus Crusade for Christ. He seemed ill at ease and spoke with thinly disguised contempt at the other belief systems that were represented. He must have said that Jesus “stepped into the pages of history” at least six or seven times. I was surprised they couldn’t get a better speaker, considering how many Christians there are.
• Representing Islam was a dapper local businessman. He had a good sense of humor and explained how Islam gives people advice on how to live their everyday lives. He used the word “brother” in referring to some of the other panelists and joked with brother Blake that only a freethinker was brave enough to sit between a Muslim and a Jew.
• Blake was the only student on the panel. His answers were short and to the point (giving him less of a chance to dig himself into a hole, he said later), and he was careful to represent freethought in general without mentioning the A-word. I liked his answer to the question, “Who is the most important figure in your religion (or lack thereof)?” He said, “Yourself,” because freethought is about thinking freely (hmm…) and not taking for granted the things that other people tell you.
• Representing Judaism was a local rabbi, who explained how Judaism also gave advice for everyday life. A kid from the audience, badly feigning ignorance, asked him some innocent-sounding questions to try to get him to link Judaism with Zionism. The rabbi didn’t fall for it. You could have cut the tension in that room with a knife right then.
• Speaking for all denominations of Hinduism was a distinguished Indian woman of a certain age. She explained how Hindu beliefs and practices vary greatly and called out some of the moderators’ questions as being specifically geared toward the Abrahamic religions. She had to dip out about halfway through, so she made a quip about avatars as another distinguished Indian woman of a certain age took her place.
• Speaking specifically for Hare-Krishna-ism while wearing Krishna robes and Krishna face paint was a young representative from the local Krishna House. She gushed with enthusiasm while getting all buddy-buddy with the other Hindu and quoting the Bhagavad Gita in Sanskrit. Though she would get extra credit in the enthusiasm department, she used a lot of terms that were vague (like everyone’s favorite, “energy”) or not very clear to us laypeople.
• Finally, representing the Bahá’í Faith, whose name I had to copy and paste from the Wikipedia article, was a professor or something (what, you want me to actually read the program I took home?). The Bahá’í Faith (Ctrl-V) is essentially a greatest-hits compilation of the world’s major religions, but Ms. Bahá’í Faith didn’t do a good job of explaining what it was actually about. She talked a lot without saying very much.

It was a great way for Blake to go out as Gator Freethought’s president. He was definitely one of the better speakers on the panel, and even though freethought was the odd belief system out (as evidenced by the tacking-on of “or lack thereof” to seemingly every question), he did a good job of representing our club.

And this is what I do when I should be studying for exams. I’ll be glad to have them over with. By the time I write my next post, I’ll be home free… for a little while.

Need to come up with blog post titles that are sure to draw readers in? Go to the Linkbait Generator for random gems like “8 Ways to Get Rich with Ninjas” and “10 Myths About Mustaches That Hollywood Wants You To Believe.” I was sure that “Sony DSC-H55 Digital Camera Review” would net me some intense comments from photography-loving Google searchers, but it’s nothing but the same old same old right now. (Via The Presurfer)

Behind the screens

Well, April is upon us, and you know what that means: Lifeapalooza!

Get Carded‘s annual organ donation awareness concert was on Thursday night, and unlike in previous years, I had an exam at the same time and couldn’t help out for most of it. All I had time to do was set up and clean up. Go figure. But I was around to witness us reaching our goal of signing up 50 organ donors. At least, I think we made it. If not, we were very close.

My exam was the crucial second exam in my accounting class. (I’m taking it for my business minor.) To give you an idea of what my accounting class is like: during the first week of class, the TA asked us, “How many of you have heard this class is hard?” Most people raised their hand; I didn’t.

Back to Thursday. I was setting up for Lifeapalooza around dusk, when the insects come out to play. Some of them decided to bite my face, and then they decided to bite my face some more. So I took a two-hour exam with an itchy face. After the exam, I needed to show my student ID to one of the proctors, so I shoved my hand into my pocket, opening a cut on my finger and causing it to bleed profusely. Despite those bad omens, I did better than I thought I would on the exam, and a B remains within sight. My weekend has also been pretty mixed, but I’ll get to that in a future post.

Right now, I’d like to draw your attention to the fact that I just upgraded WordPress, including my database and several of my plugins. If you notice that any aspect of the blog is broken, please contact me right away.

I’ve been using WordPress for over five years now, but I’ve always hated upgrading, so I rarely do it. The official instructions tell you which files to delete and which ones not to delete, but I always feel like I’m going to accidentally delete something important. It wouldn’t be a big deal because I always back my stuff up before upgrading, but still, I just don’t like it. It’s awkward and painful. I liken it to pulling out your own teeth. Not that I’ve done that, of course.

But if upgrading WordPress the regular way is like pulling out your teeth, then upgrading with Subversion is like having a sexy dentist cart out the laughing gas and take care of everything for you. Essentially, Subversion allows you to download all the updated files with a single command. Pretty sweet. Hopefully now I won’t be as lazy about upgrading.

For a long time, I had some measures in place that eliminated automated comment spam but let manually posted spam right through. The manual spam was never a very big problem until recently, so I have some new anti-spam measures that you should also be aware of. For years, I’ve been too lazy or paranoid to install Akismet, the premier anti-spam plugin for WordPress. Well, I’ve finally installed it, but I’m not using it the way it’s normally used.

Normally, Akismet checks an incoming comment against its database and puts it in the blog’s spam queue if it thinks the comment is spam. That’s all fine and good, but I get dozens if not hundreds of spam comments every day, and I’m not going to sift through them to find false positives. Fortunately, I’ve discovered a helper plugin called Conditional CAPTCHA. Now, if Akismet thinks a comment is spam, the submitter will be asked to fill in a simple CAPTCHA. If it’s filled in correctly, the comment proceeds to the spam queue, where I can approve or reject it. If not, it is summarily deleted.

With these two plugins working together, automated comment spam is still zapped instantly because Akismet generally recognizes it as such and because robots can’t (or don’t) solve the CAPTCHA. The spam queue will hold what we might call false negatives (comment spam posted by beings intelligent enough to solve a CAPTCHA) and false positives (the hopefully very few legitimate comments that Akismet thinks is spam). Of course, true negatives (i.e., normal comments) will be merrily allowed through as always. Nothing is different about that.

What’s the advantage of all this, you ask? Now, the blog has a defense against both automated and manual comment spam (as long as Akismet can recognize it, which it almost always does). Also, when I mark comments as spam or not spam, the Akismet system learns from its mistakes. Pretty cool. I can teach it that anyone who violates my plainly stated no-advertising policy is a spammer, so don’t even think about linking to your irrelevant web site where you sell stuff, or you could be blackballed from other blogs too.

By the way, my roommate Andy suggested the title of this post. Thanks, And-Man.

Just one link, since this is getting pretty long. I don’t normally like so-called 8-bit music, but MOON8 is pretty cool. It’s what Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side of the Moon would sound like on an original Nintendo. (Via waxy.org)

April is the cruelest month

I should be studying now. I have an exam tomorrow. I also have homework due tomorrow, Get Carded’s Lifeapalaooza tomorrow, homework due Friday, a Linux installfest on Saturday, a project somewhere else out on the horizon, and who knows what else I’m forgetting. It’s been a busy week, and April is going to be a busy month as the spring semester comes to an end.

Oh yeah, and I get to pick my classes on Monday. Apparently my peers all get to pick their classes today or thereabouts, but since I don’t have as many credit hours as most of them, I can’t register for classes as early. It’s not fair, I know… or is it? It probably is. I can’t wait to catch up on my credits over the summer so I can register for next spring’s classes relatively early. Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

Some of the blogs I read have open threads periodically (or all the damn time). I find them kind of annoying, probably because I don’t feel like I’d fit in in a discussion with the rest of the commenters. The World of Stuff, I think, is different. I think you’d all get along with each other, and I don’t often abdicate my responsibilities as a blogger by declaring open threads. The circumstances are extenuating this time. That accounting exam won’t take itself.

Oh, and The World of Stuff’s birthday is on April 6. Happy almost birthday, The World of Stuff!

The endgame

It’s March, and that means it’s time to start picking classes for next fall. People who plan to take classes over the summer also pick them during this time. This year, I am one of those people.

If I’m going to graduate next spring as planned, I’ll have to take summer classes to catch up. That means I won’t be able to do America with my friends, but there are few other downsides. I would be home for the rest of the summer. That’s how I spent the summer of 2008. It was kind of boring.

The College of Engineering requires its students to meet with an advisor before registering for classes. So, on Thursday, I made the most important advising visit of my college career: the one in which all of my remaining questions would be answered. I had come with a long list of questions about the classes I would have to take in order to graduate, many of which are high-level electives. The advisor answered them with ease, and now I have a list of summer and fall classes to sign up for, as well as an idea of what my spring schedule will be like.

I had been hoping to take an elective called Programming Using C over the summer, but the advisor said it wouldn’t count toward my degree because I had taken too many programming language classes previously (two of them, both Java classes). It’s kind of a shame because I’d really like to learn what is probably the most widely used and influential programming language ever, especially since another class I’ll be taking over the summer sort of requires it. I guess I’ll just have to try to do it myself.

I’d also really like to take an elective called Unix System Administration, but they haven’t offered it recently and aren’t doing so in the foreseeable future. This sucks because I think I’ve finally decided What I Want To Be When I Grow Up™: a Unix system administrator.

For a long time, I wanted to be a programmer, but I wasn’t exactly raking in the necessary experience. I’ve never done any real programming, like in a big “open source” project. The thought overwhelms me; there’s so much I don’t know that it’s hard to get started. I have a class now where we’re starting to develop a program collaboratively, but I can hardly get interested in it since I have so little experience with anything (and because it’s a program I’ll never use in real life). It seems more like a nightmare than a fun challenge. My fun challenges are dinky little scripts I hammer out from time to time. I can’t get paid to write those.

There are also ideological roadblocks. I believe in the ideals of free software, which state that people are essentially free to do whatever they wish with their software. This idea isn’t extremely popular in the corporate world, and I doubt I could get paid to write such software or even maintain it (one of my professors says that everyone who starts out in the software business is tasked not with writing new programs but instead with being a “software archaeologist”).

Meanwhile, my webmaster job has opened me up to the world of system administration. I’m in charge of web sites, which reside on servers, which need care and feeding. Now, it’s not actually my job to make sure that the servers are secure and up to date, but I don’t think I’d mind doing it. The thought of being in charge of a network of computers at some organization—a virtual catcher in the rye, if you will—kind of fascinates me. The servers at work run FreeBSD, which is basically similar to Ubuntu, the OS I use on my own computer, so I know my way around. Those and many other Unix-like operating systems are free-as-in-freedom software, and they’re widely used on web servers everywhere.

Interestingly, it was the summer of 2008 when I wrote, “I’ve decided that working on software would be pretty cool…. I don’t want to be a sysadmin.” People change.

I think that’s enough for now. The point is that I’m planning to bring my college studies to an end and that I’m thinking about what I want to do after that. It feels good to have some sort of idea.

I haven’t tried these out, but they may be worthwhile: tips for Reducing Junk Mail.

Here are some interesting maps made out of NASA’s topographic data: Reading the World in Braille. As a topographic anomaly, the garbage dump near my house gets a shout-out.

Tons of vintage ads arranged by category and decade: Vintage Ad Browser. (Via Lifehacker)

School’s out forever

Whenever I come home from college, I easily fall back into the social life I had before I left. It’s mostly based around St. Elizabeth of Hungary Catholic Church, which I attended from the ages of 4 to 16, and the associated St. Elizabeth-St. Joseph Catholic School, which I attended for much of that time. My parents still go to the church and are friends with some of the parishioners, many of whom they know as my classmates’ parents. I’ve been kept in the loop about what’s going on at the church and school.

On Tuesday night, I was at my friend’s house when his mom came with bad news. The pastor had just announced at a meeting that this year would be the last for St. Elizabeth-St. Joseph Catholic School. The school’s home page now has nothing but a link to a letter by the the pastor. He explains how the archdiocese can no longer afford to subsidize the school, and with enrollment down 70% since the 2003-04 year, the school will be about $1.3 million in debt when it closes its doors for the last time.

Even though I’m now a cranky atheist who complains about everything, I can’t help but get sentimental. I was a student at St. Elizabeth of Hungary (as the school was known until recently) from kindergarten through eighth grade—formative years indeed. Many of my friends, including most of the people I spend time with when I’m home and some others I see less often, were my classmates at St. E’s. I contributed to the school’s time capsule that was to be opened this year. I spoke at our graduation. And it wasn’t that long ago; I started this web site while I was a student there.

I’ve been trying to dig up some news articles to get some more insight about the closing. The archdiocese has an article that provides some context. A local news station’s article (with an unrelated stock photo) interviewed some students’ parents, including a Mr. Chaiken, who blamed the closing on the church’s previous pastor:

“The previous priest that was here got rid of a long-time, popular principal,” Chaiken said. “She was here 25 years or more, everything was running great.”

…except that she was using the school’s money for her own purposes.

This was a big controversy a few years ago. The then-pastor accused the then-principal of using the school’s money for her own purposes, but neither of them would show the public that they were right. Parishioners and parents were left to pick sides based on their own prejudices and suspicions. They tore each other apart. Basically, it was a massive farce all around that could have easily been prevented if everyone hadn’t been such an idiot.

Anyway, the pastor turned out to be right, and the principal (who had quit by then) apologized in writing. Apparently some people still have their heads up their asses and think she didn’t do anything wrong even though she admitted to it. I wonder how many other parishioners are still living in this fantasy world of Mr. Chaiken’s. I suspect that most of them have long since taken their worshiping elsewhere.

As you might imagine, the damage had been done. Over the next few years, more and more parents pulled their kids out of the school. Then the economy went kablooie, accelerating the trend until the school became a shadow of its former self. Now we have the end of St. Elizabeth’s. The school has coexisted with the church for 49 years; without it, the church will never be the same.

So, you see, my rosy memories have been tarnished a bit. I was saddened to find out that the financial scandal had become a nail in the school’s coffin, but I hope this teaches everyone a lesson: honesty is the best policy. Without openness, there is drama, which can only lead to bad things.

In slightly better news, an environmental project at my university is in the running to win $5,000, and you can help. They’re in second place right now. All you have to do is sign up and use your three votes to help put Neutral Gator ahead. Voting ends on Monday.

Pictures of old photos being held up in the locations where they were taken: Looking at the Past. (Via J-Walk Blog)

And finally, a list: 16 Anti-Theft Gadgets and Designs to Deter Thieves. Wait, Nick Cannon writes about this stuff? (Via Wise Bread)

This is different

The UF police department shot a student last week. I was immediately reminded of this, which happened during my first month as a student. As you hopefully don’t remember, I took part in the ensuing protests, which I soon realized was an idiotic thing to do. Since then I’ve been wary of appearing to stand up for crazy jerks or people who just happen to have done crazy, jerky things.

The Sun and the Alligator have provided an overview of last week’s incident. To make a long story short, the student had been threatening people and was getting violent, so the police shot him in the head with an assault rifle after other attempts to subdue him failed. I’m not going to pass judgment on this one for fear of coming up on the wrong side of public opinion. I just hope it gets resolved before it can tarnish the value of my yet-to-be-earned degree.

I went in for an eye exam on Monday. I had been scheduled for one over the summer, but I missed it due to my trip to Europe, so I was overdue. The last time I went, the doctor said I was slightly farsighted and wrote me a prescription for glasses in case I felt I would need them. I knew my vision could only get worse, so I wasn’t looking forward to this visit.

Imagine my surprise when the doctor said that my farsightedness had corrected itself. Apparently that’s possible at my age. Another crisis averted… for now.

For your viewing pleasure, here’s the archetypal Academy Award-Winning movie trailer. (Via waxy.org)

I had no idea that our governor was such a jerk. Here’s how Charlie Crist deals with atheists. (Via Pharyngula)

Enter a number, and Number Gossip will tell you some fun facts about it. (Via J-Walk Blog)

Freein’ them PCs

This week, I helped install antivirus and free software for students as part of Florida Free Culture‘s semiannual Free Your PC event. We got an unusual amount of journalistic attention and, despite that, an unusually low turnout.

We usually pick three consecutive days for Free Your PC, but there was a scheduling conflict, so we picked Monday, Tuesday, and today. On Tuesday, a guy who I think was from the Alligator asked Mark and me some questions about our club and what we were doing. (They haven’t published an article about us, but if they do, it will probably be tomorrow.) Today, my friend Roxy, a journalism student, came to interview some of our members for an assignment, and I think at least one other journalism student did as well.

Also, both Tuesday and today, a photographer from the university’s news bureau, which I had never heard of, came around to take lots of pictures of us helping out with people’s computers. He said that one of his photos would end up on their web site with an informative caption. He was also interested in the club; he spent some time checking out our swag and asking questions. And, sure enough, I’m in today’s photo of the day.

The first day is always the slowest because that’s when people see the event going on and make a mental note to bring their computers the next day. On Monday, I think we maybe got one person during the four hours that we were out there. Tuesday was better. I expected us to be slammed on Thursday due to that article that hasn’t been published yet, but it hadn’t been published yet. Also, it was very cold today, and it’s almost spring break. That could be why not as many people came out.

For this Free Your PC, I continued a tradition that I started last semester by making a CD of some of my favorite Creative Commons-licensed music. I think I burned 12 or 14 discs, and we gave out most of them. In case you’re interested, here are the track listings and download links for both CDs.

Well, it’s almost spring break. I’ll be home soon, and then I get a week to max ‘n’ relax.

Really amazing statistics in video form: The State of the Internet. (Via Lifehacker)

The New York Times has an article on how Restaurants Use Menu Psychology to Entice Diners Trick You Into Buying Tons of Crap Food That You Otherwise Wouldn’t Want. (Via Lifehacker)

Finally, more statistics and a vaguely spring-break-themed link: it’s an infographic that’s basically about how dumb we college students all are and how much money we’re wasting going to college.

Git-r-carded

For those of you who don’t know, I volunteer with Get Carded, a student group that promotes organ and tissue donation. (The name comes from the organ donor cards we used to hand out, but these days there’s an online database for that sort of thing.)

Anyway, I’ve always been good about going to their events until recently, so when they asked for volunteers for their next event, I obliged. With this one, they decided to branch out from their usual target group of students at the university. Instead, they were going to have a table at a charity concert in Levy County.

Today, three of us went out to Bronson (which, despite having less than 1,000 residents at the last census, is the county seat). The concert was the third annual “Bark-N-Purr” Charity Concert, put on by the county humane society on some field. We had received a map showing us where exactly to set up. We were shown on the map as “Get Corded!” In fact, the letter and everything else they sent were made out to “Get Corded!”, including the exclamation mark.

It was raining a bit, and we didn’t have our tent, so we called one of the co-directors of the group and asked him to bring it. He did after a little while, but he didn’t stay. Then we set up. We were near booths for the Army, the Future Farmers of America, and a John Deere dealer. We were next to the Tupperware booth.

In general, there was a carnival-like atmosphere, with some bounce houses for kids, a sort of choo-choo train, and a few games. There was also a stage that had been set up, for the actual concert. They started with a prayer, I think, and then the national anthem.

Oh, and there was food. Hamburgers, hot dogs, corn dogs, wings, pulled pork sandwiches, french fries, other kinds of french fries, and… fried Oreos. I had to try some. They were surprisingly delicious: warm and breaded, with the Oreo inside kind of melted. I liked them so much that I got some more. That wasn’t actually a good idea.

I spent most of the time manning the booth. The other two spent some time checking out some dogs that they had doing tricks in an area near the stage. The police also showed off their dogs, apparently. I didn’t see. Ironically for a concert to benefit animals, pets weren’t allowed, but I could see where they were coming from. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up the field.

What we were really there to do was to talk to the people about organ donation. They were people with trucks, people wearing various types of camouflage, people with Confederate flags, people with American flags sticking out of their pockets. They were old, middle-aged, and young. One was even a beauty queen, the Clay County Miss Outstanding Teen or something like that. (She had a sash thing and a tiara.) They were also nice, for the most part (the Tupperware man helped us set up our tent).

We ended up giving out lots of swag. We even gave some to the Future Farmers of America for them to use as a door prize at their upcoming dinner. And before the headliner, some country singer, came on, we packed up and left.

I had been thinking of staying here after I graduate, but I’ll have to think about it some more.

With Google phasing out support for the horrible Internet Explorer 6, a mock funeral is planned for Thursday. (Via Lifehacker).

Yahoo! Answers is full of stupid people asking stupid questions. Here are 20 of the dumbest. (Via J-Walk Blog)

And finally, a parody of Rachel Ray’s show 30 Minute Meals.