2009 — 16 July: Thursday
I took tonight's photo of Christa within about ten seconds of the one here, and about 29 years ago:
Christa and Peter, in Old Windsor, 1980
Mind you, I have no idea where we were about to go. Though it was evidently shortly before we got rid of her venerable Skoda, so Peter was only a few months old.
That will do for tonight — I'm very tired. I enjoyed the "Oppenheimer" documentary, though I'm more used to seeing David Strathairn in films made by John Sayles. G'night.
Somehow...
... it's now 10:33 and the sun is basically shining, the breakfast is consumed, the cuppa is cooling, and I shall pack a tiny lunch before heading off in search of the mythical dongle. (Not so mythical; it was delivered nearly three hours ago.)
Well, I didn't know there were a couple of trilobites named after Keith Richards and Mick Jagger... and a couple of cicadas named after Laurel and Hardy. Not to mention a gene called "pray for elves". Amazing what you hear on the radio some days.
Interesting assertion: "Besides the fact that both Apple and Microsoft's next operating system releases (Snow Leopard in September, Windows 7 in October) will be able to use the raw processing power of graphics cards — which far exceeds your computer's CPU — he is also showing off a minimal Nvidia system, the Tegra, which uses a few watts at most." (Source.)
Back at the ranch
It's 16:50 and I'm delighted to report that the newly brainwashed / lobotomised Oppo Blu-ray player is now happily playing any DVD or Blu-ray I sling at it, and with the latest level of firmware, too. This is video goodness. Cool. Tonight's little challenge will be to start tweaking its various settings to see exactly what it's capable of. Also cool, if you're of a certain "bent". Now where did I put my hat — the one with the propellor on?
Later
The rain is pounding on the study skylight — it's 21:45 and I recently finished watching (and very much enjoying) Charlie Bartlett. Just exchanged emails with niece #1, which gave me an excuse to mention my favourite Russian proverb. I once typeset it for Christa 'cos it was directly in her line of work.
