I wish for you to have what you want, all of it. Not, never, to give others what they want, as if you didn’t matter.

I wish for you to be happy, truly, madly, blissfully, happy-without-opposite, happy.

I wish for you to have a husky named Butch with two different coloured eyes, and a Aussie named Sundance to run along behind you and laugh canine smiles.

I wish for you to have winters with pastel worlds of stardrops, night-cold snow-flecks against your boots.

And if there’s room for one more, tiny wish, I wish for the smallest corner of your heart, and hope nothing more than for you to be happier for it, Schmaltz and all.

Whether it’s careful or not; that’s what I wish.

I had the last drink I will take for the rest of my life. (Extraordiary circumstances aside.)

It costs to drink; and the price is far too dear.

Ah well.

Another relationship returned to friendship; this last with a lady of charm and wit, a beguiling minx who I savored time with; a woman who could keep pace with me, outflank me from time to time, and always keep me on my toes.

In short, an equal, someone to laugh and run with, not around. One I care about. And slips of my tongue; my failings; a series of poor habits, fitted to a lost soul, and it is at an end. She killed it, too worn by relationships past to deal with another damaged boy. The result? A weekend cut short, a vituperative thought toward those who wore her so…and entirely too much melodrama.

She asked if I was all right, after. Yes, and no.

Yes, I will build anew. Go forth and conquer new shores, plunder riches of kings, wooden sword in hand,  all a-grin with the sheer joy of living.

No, I will not see her like; she is a rare bird, a Phoenix, a companion like no other. I do not know her, but know that I would have liked to. I just wish I saw her in flight…and as something other than friend. Someone to lay down by, to stand with, to rely and be relied upon.  

Here, to return to a blue-cheese olive and fine Italian vermouth, a crushed bit of mint, a sigh in a glass. [It's been a while since I mulled the world in the swirl-armed galaxy of gin.]

She dances, and claims it was her issues. I…..

Bah. We are friends again, and I will content with that.

On to other things, and, perhaps, New York?

Nothing quite like watching a storm rush over the sea, lightning shattering the waves, sheets of rain sweeping the deck. [Though that's far more fun from a boat than a rowing hull.] I’ve not seen the high seas in too long, and I miss ‘er.

On that note:

There was a girl, this weekend past. The sort of girl who didn’t care what I made or how, encouraged me to toss aside a silly dress shirt in favor of old comfy cotton; a girl with eyes that sparkle in passing streetlamps, a giggle I can’t resist, or perhaps simply don’t want to. We share stories, grinning as we learn of each other.

I kissed her for the first time in Powell’s, against a long row of approving poets, and she tasted of Fall; all autumn spice and sweet crushed leaves. She kissed me against the car, bags falling from my hands to our laughter as their contents became unimportant.

We watched movies, and I stole glances at her, taking in the soft curve of her neck, the break of her hair against her shoulders, the way her slightly crooked smiles bloom across her face. Raven hair makes my fingertips itch to run through it as we kiss, to draw her in. She knows I am no trouble, despite my claims, and she curls into my arms.

Yet, she spooks easily, and there is little time before she returns to her native country. I hope we will have the chance to know each other, to learn the other’s nature, to give things a chance to grow as they will’t.

It lies in the hand of Dame Fortune now, and she has ever favored me with her riches…. we’ll see.

It’s now possible to unlock your phone without registration, put 3rd party applications on it as you like, and then drop an arbitrary SIM into the phone.

(Humorously enough, hosted on Google docs.) The dev. wiki, the anySIM app, Hackint0sh, and all the others that contributed to this effort; thanks. http://docs.google.com/View?docid=dhq2b8r7_17gvw9s3

Now, where’s my SIP stack?

Happy hack(ed)!

-N. Noctis.

If you happen to be J. Craig Venter, that is. He’s the first human to have al six billion letters of his genome sequenced, and laid out for all the world to see, behind that picture to the left.

What, you may ask, does this mean? How does it affect the price of tea in China? Well, other than being able to make some fantastic risqué jokes a biologist’s conferences, Dr. Venter can say some interesting things about himself.

For example, he now knows what identified diseases and conditions he is at genetic risk for; he can tailor medicines to himself, and otherwise tell what long-dead Sumerian gave him that nose. Generally, it’s biochemically “A Good Thing To Know” and can apply to everything from the likely risks you face, from alcoholism, to passing on said nose to the next generation.

It also cost on the order of 2 to 4 million dollars, so I wouldn’t head off to the geneticist’s just yet.

Nice and all, but when can my computer create Kelly LeBrock?

-N. Noctis (“It’s Alive!”)

It’ll let you administer your router per-port, build your own widgets, and generally do the unexpected with your router.

Or, if you really don’t like your warrenty, you can try http://rwhitby.sourceforge.net/wrt54gs/serial.html, and add serial ports to same.

 As always, happy hacking!

-N. Noctis

Taking a Labor day break to code some more, and thought I’d share the background noise.

(YouTube makes an excellent jukebox, by the way.)

 -N. Noctis

IATs, however, are interesting in that they’re fast (well under ~5 mins) and they gauge not speed or accuracy but relative speed and accuracy. They’re testing you against yourself, by asking first that you associate two pairs of categories as fast as you can, then switching the pairs. Your relative speed/accuracy is intended to show your tendencies;apparently, you’re roughly half as fast/accurate when matching pairs you don’t inherently associate.

Accurate? Who knows. But entertaining, and (according to the studies) often totally contrary to concious atittudes and expressions. If it makes you think, it was probably worth the time.

-N. Noctis