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Pendant lights by Adam Brackney. Saw this here.
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KYNAN - I Fly So High
This song randomly appeared on my dash a couple of days ago. It’s weird, it’s funky (pop-y but also retro and electronic)....
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Hand-Drawn Bags of the Day: “Trick your eyes! Twist your view!” exclaim Taipei-based designers Chay Su and Rika Lin, AKA JumpFromPaper.
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Hans Findling.
This talented chap is only 15 years old. Beautiful images!
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I have Muni gripes but I’m pretty much always happy about BART. Here’s my morning train.
mac mail tip: huge signature problem & fix
This past Friday, a few hours before I had to submit a draft of a concept letter I’ve been working on all week, my colleague Cheryl dropped a casual “oh by the way” information bomb that sidetracked me for a good half hour.
She informed me that my work emails, being sent from my Mac OSX Mail Client, had HUGE signatures attached. Meaning, my professionally worded emails in Helvetica 12 point font, were being appended with grotesque 14 point font signatures! I don’t know what it is about large fonts but something about it screams “dumb”! I might as well have been putting my signature in a Comic Sans font! With a moving .gif file!
I tried fixing it by varying the font sizes and sending test emails to my gmail account and finally googled it. It was one of those moments where you wish you had started out googling cause the answer isn’t logical but it works. Moral of the story: Google first, think second. Terrible, I know.
Here’s the working solution posted by GilbertLau on the MacRumors Forum:
1. create a new signature
2. send out a test email and you should see the problem
3. do not check the box “always match my default message font”
4. go to preferences, then fonts and colours, under message font, choose a font size that you’re not going to use, say 364. go back to the signature that you just created, you should see that the font of the signature was automatically changed to 36 too. now select the signature text, right click and choose font->show fonts, then change the font size to your desired size, say 13
5. send out a test email and the font size of the email content should be 36 while the font size of signature should be 13
6. go to the preference again and change the message font to your desired font size, say 13 as to be the same as signature
7. send out a test email again and now you should see that everything is working perfectly!
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Thanks Gilbert! Thanks Cheryl!
CHICKEN TORTILLA SOUP
- 1 pound shredded, cooked chicken
- 1 (15 ounce) can whole peeled tomatoes, mashed
- 1 (10 ounce) can enchilada sauce
- 1 medium onion, chopped
- 1 (4 ounce) can chopped green chile peppers
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 2 cups water
- 1 (14.5 ounce) can chicken broth
- 1 teaspoon cumin
- 1 teaspoon chili powder
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- 1 bay leaf
- 1 (10 ounce) package frozen corn
- 1 tablespoon chopped cilantro
- 1 avocado (optional)
- Tortilla chips (optional)
Place chicken, tomatoes, enchilada sauce, onion, green chiles, and garlic into a slow cooker. Pour in water and chicken broth, and season with cumin, chili powder, salt, pepper, and bay leaf. Stir in corn and cilantro. Cover, and cook on Low setting for 6 to 8 hours or on High setting for 3 to 4 hours.
Add avocado and tortilla chips right before serving.
sly impulse
For the last couple of years I’ve been fighting this restlessness in myself — I strongly suspect it’s this bug the McCombs School of Business implanted in me years ago. It’s nurtured by my active imagination/optimism and my immigrant childhood of wanting to do well, to make my family proud.
These following excerpts from C.S. Lewis’s The Weight of Glory have been grounding for me. I hope it’s helpful for any of you other restless souls out there.
Often the desire [to be part of the Inner Ring] conceals itself so well that we hardly recognise the pleasures of fruition. Men tell not only their wives but themselves that it is a hardship to stay late at the office or the school on some bit of important extra work which they have been let in for because they and So-and-so and the two others are the only people left in the place who really know how things are run. But it is not quite true. It is a terrible bore, of course, when old Fatty Smithson draws you aside and whispers, “Look here, we’ve got to get you in on this examination somehow” or “Charles and I saw at once that you’ve got to be on this committee.” A terrible bore…ah, but how much more terrible if you were left out! It is tiring and unhealthy to lose your Saturday afternoons, but to have them free because you don’t matter, that is much worse.
My main purpose in this address is simply to convince you that this desire is one of the great permanent mainsprings of human action. It is one of the factors which go to make up the world as we know it—this whole pell-mell of struggle, competition, confusion, graft, disappointment, and advertisement, and if it is one of the permanent main springs, then you may be quite sure of this. Unless you take measures to prevent it, this desire is going to be one of the chief motives of your life, from the first day on which you enter your profession until the day when you are too old to care. That will be the natural thing—the life that will come to you of its own accord. Any other kind of life, if you lead it, will be the result of conscious and continuous effort. If you do nothing about it, if you drift with the stream, you will in fact be an “inner ringer.” I don’t say you’ll be a successful one; that’s as may be. But whether by pining and moping outside Rings that you can never enter, or by passing triumphantly further and further in—one way or the other you will be that kind of man.
Took advantage of Aaron Brother’s “buy one frame get a frame for a penny” sale and finally framed some photos and the gorgeous Ork Poster Pari got me!
Baby Jessica
It was a great day back at work today. Usually first days back are tough but today went really well — thanks to a nice recovery day yesterday.
A super productive day at work (complete with the kickoff, er, second kickoff, of Cheryl and I’s juggling training) followed by a even more productive tennis practice with the husband. He drilled me on my backhand — I can feel the improvement, even though I can already feel my back getting tighter by the minute. Tomorrow might be a bit painful. I was hitting my forehands more consistently and with more power, I just need to get in shape. I usually get tired after a half hour of playing and then I stop bending my knees and getting in the right position.
Then we assembled our first lasagna from scratch! I read online that the trick is to get fancy ricotta cheese instead of the regular kind from Safeway or Lucky so we picked up some fancy stuff at the Village Market yesterday. Super cute little grocery store with specialty items and overpriced normal food. That’s also where we got our free-range, organic chicken that we roasted — come to think of it, maybe that’s why the chicken was so good. Will have to try the recipe with a regular Butterball or Tyson chicken to see.
The most frequently asked question today was, “How was Texas?” It’s hard to sum up my visits to Texas. It’s been a little over two years since we moved to California and it definitely felt like we were coming home to California this time. That’s bittersweet to me. I’m glad we’ve made a home in Oakland and have started to put down roots (something we really haven’t done since getting married) and for the first time in my life, I’m enjoying familiarity and routine. Does this mean I’m growing up? With that said, when I’m in Texas there are these moments where I feel an overwhelming amount of affection for where I grew up. It’s hard to separate nostalgia for a time and nostalgia for a place. The moments are really mundane, diners at a restaurant clapping and singing happy birthday to a nearby table of strangers instead of ignoring the celebration altogether, the charming, southern twang of an older woman’s speech, the feeling of speeding across extra wide freeway lanes, I don’t know, so many little things.
On a sort of related note, Michael Ian Black is a comedian that I follow on Twitter and I normally skip over his crazy tweets but every now and then he’ll tweet something hilarious. Today he was tweeting while he watched an episode of House Hunters International (HGTV) and he tweeted this:
There’s a well in the house. England, get ready for your own Baby Jessica!
#hhi
I almost died. Do you guys know who Baby Jessica is? My family was really into this crazy story. Basically a toddler named Jessica fell down this well in Midland, TX in the late 80’s and they covered it like a Lifetime movie on the news. Then they made a movie out of it, which I remember watching together as a family. We were obsessed with this story. I specifically remember the part where they measure all of the town’s men’s arms to see who had the longest arm so that they could send him down this hole they drilled adjacent to the well and then the man could then reach Baby Jessica and pull her out. It’s random stuff like this that brings me back to Texas. It’s really strange what kinds of things will trigger your nostalgia.
If you’ve never heard of Baby Jessica, educate yourself! Here’s the wikipedia article.
