Archives for January 2014
the stolen Internet
24 January 2014 | Censorship, Internet, Privacy, Security | 1 Comment
о недалеком будущем:
Put simply: the Internet we know and depend on will become something very different. The business relationship with your provider will change its focus from consumption (how many ones and zeros came over the wire) to behavior (what kind of ones and zeros). The latter is much more discriminatory and insidious.
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The privacy implications are just as chilling. A discriminatory model bakes surveillance into the way ISPs do business.
let me see you stripped
24 January 2014 | HOWTO, Software | No Comments
или вот Newspaper, другая python-библиотека, что находит и обрабатывает заголовки и статьи в интернете, с легкостью превращая новостные сайты в забытые газеты.
then you win
23 January 2014 | Comix, Humour, Politics | No Comments
смотрите, все о революциях, натуральный иллюстрированный (ага) путеводитель.
как бы там ни было, однако, но всем сердцем я желаю Киевским баррикадам выстоять. и спасибо им, да.
on reflections
23 January 2014 | Culturology, Economics, Politics | No Comments
наконец-то хоть кто-то это озвучил:
The secret to Davos’s success is no secret at all: you invite a very carefully hand-picked group of people to travel thousands of miles to a small and remote Swiss town, and then ask them to stay there, generally, for a good four or five days. You remove them from their normal gatekeepers and power structures, and force them to mingle in a space which is too small to fit them all comfortably. The result is a series of more or less serendipitous meetings.
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The conclusion one draws from such meetings will not come as any surprise: CEOs are pretty normal people, who have a pretty shallow understanding of most things in the news, and who can often be stupid and/or obscene, especially when drunk. Yes, they have money and power, but that doesn’t make them particularly insightful or admirable. Often, the exact opposite is the case.
Why do these CEOs come to Davos? It’s not to reflect painfully on their failure to live up to the Pope’s calling. Instead, Occam’s razor absolutely applies, here: the simplest explanation is absolutely the correct one. They come because they are invited; because they can get their companies to pay for it; because it’s generally considered a hot ticket that lots of people want; and because they get to rub shoulders with heads of state and global celebrities.
Бог есть умерший человек
23 January 2014 | Literature | No Comments
записные книжки Андрея Платонова:
Умершие [могут] будут воскрешены, как прекрасные, но безмолвные растения-цветы. А нужно, чтобы они воскресли в точности,— конкретно, как были.
именно, для всех, даром, и пусть никто не уйдет.
страницы
22 January 2014 | Art, History | 2 Comments
кстати, следом за открытым доступом ко всему каталогу изображений, фонд Пола Гетти так же открывает свободный доступ к публикациям их издательства.
прекрасные, я думаю.
наложение слоев
22 January 2014 | Art | No Comments
а вот картины Алексея Алпатова, например. очень хорошие.
хвостиком махнула
21 January 2014 | HOWTO, Software | No Comments
кстати, если вашей web-страничке надо добавить поддержку горячих клавиш, то проще всего это сделать с помощью библиотеки Mousetrap.
not too late
20 January 2014 | Cinematograph | 1 Comment
зато вот отличный фильм, “The Spectacular Now” — о том, как все мы взрослели, как учились любви и доброте, как теряли, и что находили; как оставались на ногах.
и как у всех нас обязательно была своя собственная фляжка.
¥o-ho-ho
20 January 2014 | Television | 1 Comment
оказывается, мастера телевизионного маркетинга запустили новые сериал, “Black Sails”, очень забавный, — и для взрослой аудитории, казалось бы, но о пиратах. зато и Флинт тебе, спасибо, и Билли Бонс, и Джон Сильвер, добро пожаловать. вот только говорят они, что ученики воскресной школы, а ведут себя и того чище. но мы-то выросли на других книгах?
They was ashore nigh on a week, and us standing off and on in the old WALRUS[1]. One fine day up went the signal, and here come Flint by himself in a little boat, and his head done up in a blue scarf. The sun was getting up, and mortal white he looked about the cutwater. But, there he was, you mind, and the six all dead—dead and buried. How he done it, not a man aboard us could make out. It was battle, murder, and sudden death, leastways—him against six. Billy Bones was the mate; Long John, he was quartermaster; and they asked him where the treasure was. ‘Ah,’ says he, ‘you can go ashore, if you like, and stay,’ he says; ‘but as for the ship, she’ll beat up for more, by thunder!’ That’s what he said.
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Ah, he was the man to have a headpiece, was Flint! Barring rum, his match were never seen. He were afraid of none, not he; on’y Silver—Silver was that genteel.
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shiver my timbers!
[T]he old WALRUS, Flint’s old ship, as I’ve seen amuck with the red blood and fit to sink with gold.