I’ve always thought of Interarchy as the hacker’s FTP client. It has serious street cred, it’s written in Haskell and it started out life as the “Anarchie” FTP client. However, after becoming a core-contributor to Namecoin, I find myself stopping short of endorsing it as the hacker’s FTP client of choice: Interarchy is not open source.Continue Reading →
While I appreciate the work JennyMcCarthyBodyCount.com does to shame Anti-Vaccine supporters into vaccinating their kids, I don’t think it’s working.Continue Reading →
…in one of the greatest moments of interviewing in public radio Bob Edwards, as the thought is forming in your head, Bob Edwards says to the guy, “You never say um?” I have emailed NPR, Bob Edwards, and lobbied the This American Life staff trying to find this 20-year-old interview.
I profiled 15 providers from Torrent Freak’s Which VPN Providers Really Take Anonymity Seriously? by cost (monthly and yearly), max clients, speed, exit node countries (for the iPlayer in Britain, and Netflix/Hulu in the US and any high privacy/shady countries like Sweden or Romania), tunneling tech (OpenVPN and socks/OpenSSH because PPTP/L2TP/IPsec+PSK is a given) their acceptance of BitCoin and Tor exit nodes. I left out metered hosts and any that fessed up to logging. Summary of the results after theContinue Reading →
I don’t know whether to be astounded, ecstatic, or upset (this should have happened by now : )
I am writing this because the Mac world seems to be totally blind to the best file transfer utility on the planet: Interarchy.
I accuse cognitive scientists of speculating about internal processes with respect to which they have no appropriate means of observation. Cognitive science is often only premature neurology.Skinner
He won the argument with Chomsky, but he lost his personal war on cognitive psychology. Which is a good thing.
Seriously, why can’t I just get all of this crap done automatically? Why the hell do I have to provide “proof” of insurance in the form of a paper card I could photoshop in a couple of minutes?
So I am in the Salt Lake City airport feeding my caffeine addiction at the flight terminal Starbucks. I order my latte, take my scone and, while waiting in line, I decide I should get a discount.