iChat, Fire, and Trillian

MacMerc.com: iChat Tips, Tricks and Hacks looks at the generally disappointing bag of addons that have appeared for iChat, a topic I’ve bemoaned in the past.

I recently started dabbling in IRC a bit again, and started with mIRC, a geeks’ client if ever I saw one, and have settled, for now, on the considerably more Macish Fire, a multi-protocol chat client that supports AIM and IRC as well as MSN Chat and whatever else.

It’s particularly clever in its’ implementation of IRC chat channels. Create a buddy, name it after the channel, enter the channel’s settings, and that’s it.

Given that iChat is a product that’s been encumbered (and enabled) by AIM-related contracts, I can understand the lack of multiprotocol support from Apple. But given that, as MacMerc covers, others have written plugins to enfixen the wee bairn, might we not expect multiprotocol plugins to raisie their wee sparklin’ eyes?

(I have no idea what the heck is going on with the pseudo-Scots grammar and vocab. None whatsoever, and I further disclaim all responsibility.)

At work, I’ve been trying out Trillian, in between swearing fits concerning documentation and arbitrary dialog-entry relationships on the part of the Win XP team. It seems to work just fine, and the swooshy-yet-somehow-not-terribly-obtrusive eyecandy it comes with is neat too.

Annabel Lee; The Banjo – grotesque fantasie; and so forth

The eagle eyed Manuel linkied me via email with ye olde Duke U. repository of American sheet music cover pages, covering the years between 1850 and 1920. Each decade is presented in its’ own browsable gallery, although it takes a few clicks to get to the good stuff.

But the good stuff, well, it’s good.

A typographical horror representing the much-maligned banjo. A nightmarish vision of The Boy with the Auburn Hair. The Bloomer’s Complaint, a Very Pathetic Song. The Captain With His Whiskers.

A page from the 1860-70 gallery with many fine woodtype-esque compositions.

I. W. Baird’s [highly colorful] Musical Album, fom the 1870’s gallery – the era of reconstruction. By no coincidence, this collection (both this decade and after) contains many ‘plantation’ tunes, in which dialect is used to express an imputed longing for the antebellum south on the part of persons of color.

I think it’s worth noting that Duke was at the time and remains a seat of Southern privilege.

Dance of the Night Hawks, who may have been on the prowl for Dusky Dinah, her chicken, or her banjo (still).

Honestly, there is simply too much to summarize. I was obligated to post it to MeFi, Manny: thanks a ton, this is really neat.

Richart

One man’s treasure-from-trash is a Centralia tourist attraction – The Seattle Times profiles Richard Tracy, “Richart”, and his wonderful folk-art assemblage, on his property in Centralia.

(I noticed this as we were having lunch at the Pig-n-Whistle in Greenwood. We were there whilst I scheduled my driver’s test.)

Several years ago, my old band played an Oktoberfest in Centralia-Chehalis for three nights and during the days we poked arounf the town. One of the sights we saw was Richart’s magnificent pile.

Richart talked to all of us at length.

Here’s the man himself.

EmoteMail

EmoteMail, an MIT emotive-context experiment.

[via Memepool.]

I’ll give this a whirl, but I think I am fundamentally disinterested in the concept. When I write an email, I might very well be interested to know the information captured and presented in the client here – but do I wish to share that info with others? Hell no!

I want the words in the email to carry the emotional context, and especially if the message has its’ genesis in a moment of anger I almost always want to wring that anger out and replace it with humor, self-deprecation, wit, sarcasm, and politeness.

Now, if I could hack the client to replace the realtime data with emotional expressions and evidence of typing intensities that I specify interactively in order to shape the message, now that’s something I’d probably be interested in, at least until the app was widespread and people understood it to be a medium.

And, in a completely unrelated topic, I wish there was a universal and customizable control-menu app for OS X, so, among other things, I could highlight a word and paste a well-formed href anchor tag around the selection.

Also: where the hell is my freakin’ hovercar, people? Huh? I mean, come on!

Vongole

Tonight, I’m channeling my inner Italian ma to make a mess of spaghetti alle vongole, something I first had at an Italian restaurant in Boston’s North End in 1972 (although, of course, it was prolly linguini).

I don’t ‘member the name of the joint, but it was big and bustling. I’ve been thinking about this dish all day and I only just realized that it was because of the convention coverage.

I’m gonna use this exceedingly simple recipe, ‘cuz I’m too lazy to fight the shells tonight.

Next time, bivalves, next time!