natasha's corner

A “blog” is a web publication, not an article. An article is called a “post.” Next week: Why HTML is not “code.”

– Jeffrey Zeldman

It also bugs me when people write “BLOG” in all caps, as though it is an acronym. It’s not. It’s just short for “weblog”.

For me, the real goal of the survey of economists was to give voters an appetite for useful and unbiased information, so you demand it in the future. I consider all of the criticisms of this survey to be steps in the right direction. That’s where the conversation should be, and not so much about lipstick and pigs. If your reaction to the survey was “That’s not enough information,” I call that progress. Demand more.

– Scott Adams

Physicists around the world now have much greater power than ever before to smash the components of atoms together in attempts to see how they are made.

– Largest particle collider conducts successful test

If the list has an explicit rowHeight set, it will impose that height on each row, ignoring any height you’ve set on the itemRenderer. However, if you set the list’s variableRowHeight property to true, then the list will seriously consider the itemRenderer’s height.

– Understanding Flex itemRenderers

[F]airness is a concept that was invented so that children and idiots could participate in arguments.

– Scott Adams

In an e-mail I got after registering for the UI13 conference (6/17/2008):

“We will ship your Flip Camcorder no later than June 27, 2008.”

On the UI13 website:

“[W]e’ll mail you your camcorder in early July.”

And finally, in an e-mail sent today:

“We expect to ship your Flip no later than the week of July 21st.”

I know I shouldn’t complain because it’s a gift, yet I can’t help but be annoyed.

La femme court.
Ils lisent.
Elle cuisine.
Rosetta Stone rocks.

Sometimes it isn’t easy to know what to think. Sometimes people experience or see things, and they have no idea what to make of them. Your friend tells you that you have to see a movie because it is the greatest thing ever filmed. So you get dragged to the theater, and it turns out to be a story about a girl who writes things in a journal and the journal becomes her friend. And there is even a scene where the actress dances with the journal, and the journal sings back. And when you walk out of the theater you not only doubt your friend’s taste in movies, but you are beginning to doubt your choice of friends.

– Leven Thumps and the Whispered Secret