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Wi-Fi Bikes WorkedWi-Fi Bikes WorkedWi-Fi Bikes Worked 12/15/2003 02:08 PM The art students in New York successfully pulled off their Wi-Fi bike stunt, but apparently just barely: They've built access points into bikes and planned to send an email to the mayor from a subway platform. They used two bikes: one above the stairs which used a cell phone network for backhaul and a second below on the subway platform which delivered the signal to a nearby laptop. They apparently just got the network working in time to send an email before the laptop's battery died.... This is a GrokNews Entry: (what is grok?)Wi-Fi Bikes WorkedGrok Headline matches for Wi-Fi Bikes WorkedIn Which Nothing WorkedIn Which Nothing Worked 12/19/2004 03:17 PM Monday 10:00 – France Telecom technician #1 (cranky) arrives after months of flaky France Telecom phone support billed at 0.34€ per minute, saying after a cursory prod and poke in the main phone outlet that this little adjustment to some wire or other is going to make our weeks of unreliable DSL connections go permanently away. You should have called us earlier, he chides. 10:20 – His truck pulls away and, just as it has every 20 minutes since August, the DSL connection goes down. Tuesday 11:30 – Two motherboard replacements later, iMac starts wigging out, demanding restarts, booting into ROM, even turning random black text in Firefox bright green. 21:35 – Weimaraners dig. They tunnel. They are highly capable earth movers. They’d also rather be out than in. I admit in the face of recurring evidence and a hundred patches and fixes that the ruinously expensive fencing we had put in is about as effective at containing the dogs as an unfurled roll of paper towel. Begin researching alternate containment methods. Buy something from a supplier in Mississippi. It’s guaranteed to work with minimal fuss. Pay a fortune for UPS international, because that’s the only way they ship. Wednesday 14:00 – TextDrive appears to be undergoing a huge DDOS attack, but it turns out to be a PHP5 bug gone massively wrong. Thursday 11:00 – France Telecom technician #2 (affable) arrives, and begins cooking up all sorts of complicated schemes, switching lines, changing DSL pins at the main exchange. He seems determined to make it work. 14:10 – Halfway down a rabbit hole of Textpattern code, manage to dump half a cup of tea (milk, sugar) directly into keyboard. 14:40 – Aftertheuseofahairdryereverythingworksexceptthespacebar. 14:45 – Q: ‘Darling, why was it we retired this old keyboard of yours?’ A: ‘Um, I think the keys were a bit sticky’. 15:00 – After a severe wipe-down and compressed-air blast-up, the retired keyboard is put to use. 15:05 – Q: ‘Are you aware the right and left arrow keys don’t work?’ A: ‘Oh yeah, that’s it’. 15:10 – Phone. 15:15 – In the car, past the Pont du Gard, past the Remoulins on-ramp to the A9, along the via Dolomita for 20km to an Apple retailer in an industrial park in Nîmes, where I am informed that I can have a choice between azerty and qwerty keyboard layouts, but I cannot pay with a credit card. 16:05 – Finally find a goddamfucking cash machine. 16:50 – As I pull in back home, Gail comes out of the house and says that the dogs got out of the yard again, and have been missing for an hour and a half. 16:51 – Working in shifts, we drive around the backstreets and wine routes surrounding Bagnols, crossing over the same intersections again and again, calling out Huuuuuugo (out in the great outdoors, Oliver is far too full of himself to actually come when you call, but Hugo isn’t smart enough to be full of himself). Previously when the dogs had gotten out while we weren’t paying attention it was a matter of ten minutes tops until they’d come storming back wondering where all the damn biscuits were. But this is different. They are Out There, and Out There includes the beginning of hunting season (during which pastis-addled douchebags are regularly known to fire both barrels at anything that moves), and a two-lane highway about a kilometre away, up and down the lengths of which I keep driving, scanning right and left and right for evidence of the unthinkable. 19:20 – The worst thing about Out There, I decide, is that you have no choice but to place your trust in it, in something you cannot know. You have to trust that there’s no menace in that house, down that cul de sac, in those fields, in this town to which we are newcomers – to which we have no claim, in which we know virtually no one. And the dogs are nothing but trusting: they love everyone. They love Out There, the big slobbering goofs. 19:30 – Gail phones the police station and SPCA with tattoo numbers. 20:15 – It’s too dark to keep driving around – high beams are designed to show the road, nothing else. 20:45 – We eat dinner quietly. Rabbit. The front door remains unlatched. I am wobbly, Gail is not. 21:20 – I begin throwing back whiskey in gulps, trying to crush the unthinkable. Gail wobbles. My god the things that go through your head. 22:05 – Now randomly muttering phrases like just fucking come back and fucking ring. 22:45 … 23:20 – Crash comes Hugo through the front door, followed minutes later by Oliver, wholly intact, panting like wolves, looking for dinner. I’ll omit the details, but there is some measure of emotion in the house. Friday 9:00 – Discover that we have no phone lines at all, thanks to the clever work of France Telecom. 10:45 – Dogs are still sleeping it off. 12:30 – France Telecom technician #2 (affable) arrives, saying he has a solution in mind, and we do a three-card monte of modems and wires and phones: no, that’s line two, it used to be line one. He says it’s sorted, and we’ll be back to normal this afternoon. 13:30 – UPS deliveryman phones to say that delivery of the dog containment system would have happened this morning if we’d picked up the phone (it is a given that no delivery service will ever find this house without at least two phonecalls). I explain the phone lines were down. He explains he has to go back to Montpellier, and see you Monday. I explain Monday’s no good, need it today. He explains we can meet at the Remoulins on-ramp to the A9 in twenty minutes. I explain I’m on my way. 13:55 – At the Remoulins on-ramp to the A9 I learn that along with the package comes a 75€ import tax bill, and that no, I cannot pay with a credit card. 14:10 – Finally find a goddamfucking cash machine. 14:35 – Back home, I open the package to find an order of PVC flags, floating decoys and other hunting-dog training paraphenalia invoiced to one Doug Clipp of North Columbus, Indiana, and not a trace of the dog containment system. 15:00 – Off goes the complaining email, but at least the DSL works. 19:26 – Hey neat: ‘I apologize for the confusion. We will reship your order today. We will delcare it at “no value” so you should not have to pay any additional taxes. If you do please let us know. Could you please send the incorrect items back to us via Parcel Post. We will bed glad to reemburse you for the postage. Before you ship them please remove the yellow box of launcher loads. You may keep them or dispose of them, but they cannot be sent through the mail. Please let us know any cost you incurr.’ 20:00 – Halfway through downloading season 4 of Six Feet Under. It Worked!It Worked! 06/14/2004 03:50 AM 12 old.weblogs.com/2004/06/12 Sidebar: How It Worked for MeSidebar: How It Worked for Me 04/05/2005 01:18 AM Computerworld Apr 5 2005 6:00AM GMT ...it was illegal, but it worked well......it was illegal, but it worked well... 09/16/2004 08:48 PM Mr. Sbock's Parallel Universe: "Boobs - the female front. These are the image files of the fake artist Mr. Sbock. His mission: To create strange new pics. To publish great female forms, fascinating breasts and beautiful buttocks. To show on the net what no one has seen before." And quite possibly what no one ever wants to see again. [nsfw - maybe unless you work here] Home : It Worked!Home : It Worked! 06/11/2004 03:38 AM new site newsite.scripting.com Well, it worked in HicksvilleWell, it worked in Hicksville 05/26/2004 01:57 PM A guide for librarians wishing to integrate comic books into their regular holdings for young adults, and the case for it. Via Linkfilter. Hackers Worked Wi-Fi PlanetHackers Worked Wi-Fi Planet 12/19/2003 07:35 PM AirDefense monitored the air at Wi-Fi Planet and found a huge number of security breaches: The company saw 21 attempted man-in-the-middle attacks, of which 16 were successful. The rest of the numbers are pretty shocking. In just one day, AirDefense also found 75 denial-of-service attacks targeted at APs, 125 attempted identity thefts by spoofing MAC addresses and 24 fake AP attacks. With that kind of activity, you'd better use the best security options you've got. But most people didn't. Only 6 percent of corporate email downloads used a VPN and 89 laptops were configured to allow ad hoc networking. I think this kind of data is an argument for not using Wi-Fi in an environment like Wi-Fi Planet unless you know how to secure your laptop.... How Seurat Worked Up to SundayHow Seurat Worked Up to Sunday 08/20/2004 06:01 PM The Art Institute of Chicago has spun a wonderful show around George Seurat's famous oil painting, which includes related sketches and works by contemporaries. Feds: Tobacco Firms Worked Together (AP)Feds: Tobacco Firms Worked Together (AP) 09/21/2004 06:57 PM AP - Tobacco companies, desperate to maintain their hold on tens of millions of American smokers, worked together for decades to deceive the public about the dangers of cigarettes and to encourage the young to start puffing, government lawyers said Tuesday at the start of a racketeering trial. How Houdini's escape trick workedHow Houdini's escape trick worked 06/06/2004 10:16 PM The secret of Harry Houdini's signature "Metamorphosis" escape trick is out of the bag. Do not visit that page if you don't want to know how he did it. Why content management software hasn't
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