i’ve got a futuristic book club except nobody says anything at it :-/ kevan’s and erik’s are better examples. i think i’ll stick with my real internet book club for the time being. it’s a very cool idea of erik’s though.
Archive for July, 2003

spam spam spam spam
i’m trying out knowspam.net,
a junk mail blocking service that basically works by popping in between
you and your pop3 mail server and filtering your email according to a
white list and a black list. white list mail comes through to you and
black list mail heads off into the bit bucket.
senders who aren’t on the black or the white list get sent a message
asking them to prove they are human by visiting a web page and
transcribing a few numbers from an image.. so far my only real quibble
with the system is that i can’t turn off this “prove you’re human”
message while i build up my white list, though i can customise the
message that is sent.
the junk mail filtering i have set up in mozilla (which works on a
statistical basis seeing how similar a new mail is to others that i’ve
told it are junk) is actually working pretty well already but i catch
it junking good messages often enough to worry me. no doubt this is my
fault because i’ve accidently marked good messages as junk before but i
feel more comfortable with a system where i can see the blacklisted
addresses for myself. plus i’m fed up of actually having to download
junk messages and then binning them, with this system the emails don’t
make it past knowspam’s server.
all in all knowspam looks pretty good and though i can see sorting
out the possible spam could become a pain i really don’t think it
compares to the pain of manually junking several hundred viagra offers
each day. we’ll see how it goes.

bread bread bread
oooh, bread maker recipes galore.
even if a lot of them are the same as the ones i bought in a little
allinson’s leaflet from the supermarket last night. i have the crunchy carrot loaf with mustard & thyme baking as we speak…..
[update: it is baked and it's yummilicious at making open knife and
fork type sandwiches with roasted peppers, courgettes and red onions
and some spinach and watercress type salad. yum indeed.]

mirror mirror
i was really impressed that this mirror shot
came out so well. i fully expected to find that i’d managed only to
catch the reflection of my nose or something. eyes are so much better.

disappearances
the rubber stamp clone tool in photoshop is my new best friend.
now you see him:

now you don’t:

perfect for when people just won’t budge out of your photo.
this pic also brought back 15+ year old memories of a gallery in the
lanes in brighton which was filled with paintings of deckchairs and
piers. courtesy of the information superhighway i find that it’s still there and philip dunn is still painting the pictures.

ludicrous legalities
(is this week over yet? i’m happy now. but if i got mugged i’d probably
be happy that the muggers left me alive too. happiness is a relative
thing.)

luciferous logolepsy
luciferous logolepsy: does exactly what it says on the tin.
[found via #!/usr/bin/girl]

this holiday’s pics

the problem with digital cameras is that it’s far too easy
to take way more photos than you have time to look through when you get
home from your holidays. it’s too tempting to take endless pics of the
same thing and think that you’ll be able to pick the best shots later.
holidays pics are coming… later.
Human Croquet by Kate Atkinson
I've had this book for years; I bought it soon after I enjoyed Atkinson's first book Behind the scenes at the museum and even though I've subsequently enjoyed her third book Emotionally weird I've tried to get into this book several times without getting anywhere.
I finally managed to get through the beginning (the very beginning is great, then I found it got tedious with trees instead of characters and gave up, it then gets back to being good again - yes the trees are very relevant but they aren't interesting to read about) and really enjoyed the rest of the book. It's very serious and very silly; plays hell with time and leaps backwards and forwards in stories enough to make you dizzy as 16 year old Isobel tells us, one way or another, about the life of her family at 'Arden' in Hawthorne Close in 1960.
Excellent fun to read, apart from that very beginning bit, but in the end not quite as satisfying as the other two Atkinson books I've read.
Borrowed.
nocto
