Thursday, October 19, 2006

Undercover Brother

For anyone with a Mac, check this out. I'm not too worried that my laptop would ever be stolen (I mean, come on, we've got a deadbolt and I keep a tennis racket under my bed), but for 50 bucks split among a few people (5 logins), it's not a bad idea to install something that could perform the following, should it ever be necessary:

Like most other theft-recovery software, Undercover will transmit network information of the stolen Mac. This information includes both internal and external IP addresses and the router address, enabling our recovery center to accurately trace the Mac's physical location.

Undercover is the world's first theft-recovery software that will send screenshots of your stolen Mac at regular intervals. These screenshots will sooner or later reveal the thief's identity (e.g. when chatting, reading and writing emails, etc.) making it much easier to work with law enforcement in order to recover your Mac.

Undercover introduces another world first: if your Mac has a built-in or external iSight, Undercover will transmit pictures of the thief and his surroundings every 6 minutes, making it even easier to identify the current user. It's like having a private detective working for you.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Smarter Than the Average Bear

My dad and uncle are out at Yellowstone National Park on vacation this week. It's a bit of an annual tradition for them.

This morning, they were out in front of a webcam of Old Faithful run by the National Park Service that gets refreshed every 30 seconds.

He gave me a call on his cell phone to find them; not a very difficult task, ay Boo Boo?

Monday, October 02, 2006

Super Is An Apt Description

The weekend was great -- on Friday we went on a double date with Schneider and Laurel at an Italian tapas place and saw "The Science of Sleep" directed by Michael Gondry (of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and White Stripes videos fame), which I definitely recommend, though the film jumps around in three languages and requires either deep concentration or the reckless abandon of thought. I'm not sure which. On Saturday, some chumps came over for pizza, beer, and the Iowa-OSU game. Last night, I went to my cousin's wedding near the Lincoln Park Zoo. Also, Chris was in town for a half marathon (regrettably I didn't get to the finish line to cheer him on), the weather was glorious, and both the Illini and Bears won in the same weekend. When was the last time that happened?

The weekend before that was James' and Mary's birthdays. We went out for sushi at Ringo and later to the side room at Pint. James got a nice bullet dicer from his family, which I already put to use while experimenting with my own recipe for Spaghetti and Meatballs. Mary's car got smashed (not a very nice birthday gift) while it was parked out front of my place by some jerk who didn't leave a note, but that was an otherwise fun weekend.

So there's plenty of content in those recapping paragraphs to complete my self-induced word requirement for one post, but I can't help but turn this post into a biking one. Blogging about biking is all the rage these days. (check out all these sweeet links, folks.) Asking thrifty city folk to talk about their bikes is like shooting fish in a barrel.

So I'll bite. My bike is above (or at least a near facsimile of it). Mine's got a nice seat, new tires and handlebars, and is brown. It's a Raleigh Super Course from 1976 (or possibly an earlier model) and was handed down to me by my dad. The best part about it is that there's still a sticker on it from Richard's Cycle Shop in Chicago from its original purchase. A search reveals the place is still around, but it's moved to Palos Heights. At least I think it's the same place. If it's not, that's not as cool, but I like to think it is. And that makes for a nice little story in my head as I'm trekking over Chicago's only hills (the ramps over 90-94).

Anywho, the Raleigh is my most trusted form of transportation, especially for getting to work. I certainly should have chosen it last week when I found myself stuck for several hours on the Metra and the Brown line on Wednesday and Thursday during two tragic, separate incidents. On Thursday I was actually delayed moreso by the L ahead of us losing power -- I've never been on a train that actually had to reverse backwards to the previous stop, but that's exactly what happened to me and about a thousand other angry commuters. After an hour of standing still. On a day I was supposed to get to work early.