Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.


Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").


decay & ruin
Biosphere II
dead malls
Irving housing

got that wrong

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff

(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   like white vegetation
Saturday, February 11 2006
By adding three tables to my generic SQL front end system, I was able to implement a fairly robust permissions system allowing for the creation of many administrators with many different levels of access ranging from superuser down to the viewer of the data of a single table. I had a hell of a time with the code for a time because I'd accidentally turned off all error messages coming from the PHP engine. That's always a bad idea.

This evening Gretchen and I went to attend a CD release performance by a band called the Mammals at Back State Productions (BSP) in Uptown Kingston. We'd seen the Mammals before at Joyous Lake in Woodstock and thought they were great, so we thought we'd do them the service of supporting them so close to home. It's a logical outgrowth of our greater "do not shop at Walmart" rule.
The Mammals attract a fairly hip (though somewhat hippie-flavored) crowd, at least in this area. We found ourselves sitting behind a trio of cellphone obsessed teenage girls whose energy was both distracting and annoying. The music came through this screen nonetheless. I have to admit I don't like everything the Mammals do. I find the voice of their primary male vocalist grating like that of a novelty musician, though the voices of the two other vocalists, as well as the band's melodies, lyrics, and rhythms are all not only beautiful, but often hauntingly so. Superficially, the music often has an old time or bluegrassy rock flavor just because of the instruments they use. But underneath it is a fully-updated rythmn section that, though completely organic, often sounds more like something out of electronica than, say, the Appalachians. The drummer (whose unapologetic facial hair was brought to our attention by Ruth Unger, the female vocalist/violinist) had a high-hat heavy clockbeat drumming style I've been hearing in several alternative rock bands lately. For me, at least, there's something very addictive about that sound. Hearing it in one song ("The Shy Retirer") by the Scottish band Arab Strap led me to download a whole bunch of their music, some of it great and some of it confusing mush.

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