At the end of August of 2007 I took a trip out to the Google Mothership for some meetings and work and random blather. I was amused by this ruler made with recycled denim. It's in the jeans, baby.
I'm on a compiler kick, and one of my cow-orkers (jgm) took me to a local used book store (Book Buyers on Castro Street in Mountain View). It has an *amazing* collection of stuff. I found this tutorial on compiler construction. The unicorn is a nice, if bizarre, touch.
The clock radio of the hotel. I'm an idiot savant when it comes to the perversities of programming clock alarms. I figured one of these days, in my copious spare time, I'd write up how to handle each clock I come across. It'll make me an internet brazillianaire.
Sony DreamMachine (ICF-153V) : The top control panel of the clock. To set the time, hold down AlarmA or AlarmB until it beeps, then use +/- to change the hour. Press the AlarmX button again, use +/- to change th minute. To engage, press the Alarm Mode button, which cycles through AlarmA (radio), AlarmB(buzzer), and all off.
ARTSY CLOSE-UP!
So, at the Google office, the Mac Guys run their own NanoKitchen (a smaller version of the famous Google mini kitchens). Here smorgan is pouring a couple of pounds of Nerds into the minibin. They go through at least 15 pounds of Nerds a week on a daily basis.
There's also happy bouncy balls. They're awfully chewy.
I attended a tech talk about geeks who write books, and for some reason they gave us little turtles.
I was only there a week. Friday morning, Ajeya, Mr. Machine Tool, and I took some morning hours at a local Lake/Park to shoot some pictures. It was a gray day, but still nice and relaxing. Here is Old Glory at sunrise.
and Old Glory at Sunrise Reflected In The Water. (OGaSRiTW for short)
Ajeya shooting some boats.
BOATS!
Some camera porn. I like the little Pac Man control on the D200.
MORE BOATS
Mr. Machine Tool and the boats. He had a very portable P&S camera, while Ajeya and I were dragging around our cameras and tripods. He probably got more interesting shots than we did.
Elvis needs boats.
A small flotilla of geese came through. Apparently there is some controversy about whether these are "Canadian Geese" or "Canada Geese". Rather than be pulled into such discussions, I'll just refer to these as ethnic geese.
ETHNIC GEESE BUTTS! OK, so my Mom said that folks might be offended by "butts", and that "goose rumps" is better, since we all get gooserumps at one time or another. So consider the Geese Butts removed.
Elvis Elvis Elvis needs boats.
This cool Heron? bird was wandering around.
I think I will call him the Mime Bird.
You can't see me, I'm hiding.
DIVE! DIVE! DIVE! DIVE!
The far boat is called "Viva Viagra"
Ajeya noticing I had my camera pointed his direction across the lake inslet.
Pretty day. We were visited by ghostly spirits
Ajeya photographing someone doing some Tai-Chi exercises. No gorilla suits this time, alas.
Just over the crest of a hill was this memorial to american power consumption.
I was lucky enough to witness a fly-by of some Ethnic Geese.
We're not sure what this is, but it looks cool. Max the oboe calls them "Medieval Fruit Clumps"
Be sure to tape together a bird and a squirrel before they eat holes in your hand. Or maybe only Jesus is allowed to feed the wildlife. And on that tasteless note, The End. Thank you for watching.
