flickgrrr

Oh man, flickr is driving me batty. The iPhoto module flickrexport works well, but a) does not successfully apply privacy settings in all cases, at least for me and b) I couldn’t get it to upload to an extant group. I only noted this after uploading all 1200 photos from 2004. Upon cursory googling, I found no hint of any large-scale batch management tools for photos uploaded without an assigned group, making it nearly impossible to move all of these photos to one group, and definitely impossible for me to change the privacy settings.

(UPDATE: It appears that for whatever reason the Organizr link ‘batch operations’ was invisible to me. Dunno If I missed it or if it didn’t render in the flash.)

My preferred course of action was to upload everything – five years’ worth – into year-long groups, locked down as fully private. Then, I would go though and find what I wanted to unlock.

At the same time as I have been doing this – overnight and so forth – I have been reuploading to my old Gallery install. So far, I’m afraid, old, piggy, runs slow as winter molasses Gallery is beating the pants off Flickr. I can see where once it’s all uploaded the incremental updates and sharing features are pretty cool, but geez, if you’re a completist pack rat like me it’s nearly as fun as going though your deceased family member’s forty-nine racks of slides dating back several decades.

I did try Uploadr, but it craps out on me every time somewhere around picture 250. It, at least, creates sets, uploads to existing sets, and accurately assigns permissions.

Have an error

A while ago I concluded that I had accidentally eaten part of a habanero, a conclusion not embraced by all but one which remains in place in my mind. This belief was reinforced when last night I unthinkingly popped a whole roasted pepper into my mouth and then thought to ask, just as my diaphragm went into convulsions, “Was that a habanero?”

It was. I’m still feeling it. The immediate, five-minute symptoms last night and last May were quite identical. Happily, we were able to flag a waiter down to bring a shot of rum in short order. The rum was quite helpful.

Beans

Stacey has a delicious sounding bean soup recipe. I imagine I’ll skip the whole pureeing nonsense, as the texture of a toothy bean is a sublime thing. If attacked on the grounds of non-puree, i will simply leap behind my Cuban relations.

Tasteful decoration




illumination

Originally uploaded by mwhybark.

It’s always halloween at my house!

Also, sometimes I try to post several thousand photos at a time to flickr, which makes me swear and cuss.

Also also, it seems that flickr and MT don’t always see eye to eye, imagine that.

there it is, then

Yesterday we signed for the house. Viv gets the keys tomorrow morning.

I’m deeply unhappy and upset about it. I feel like I’ve just murdered someone, a friend. I don’t really wish to write about it, but it seems wrong to let it simply pass by without a mention.

Sweet!

Local software company Ranchero just sold its’ creamy-smooth RSS reader, NetNewsWire, to RSS agglomeration juggernaut Newsgator. Paid users, TidBITS reports and NewsGator confirms, get a bonus:

As part of this deal, existing NetNewsWire full-version customers will receive a free 2-year paid subscription to NewsGator Online. More details will be announced with the next release of NetNewsWire, which will include advanced features and functions from NewsGator Online.



In theory, wiser persons inform me, that means a full cross-platform blogstream, retaining read state from machine to machine across platforms. Oh man. Two years is surely long enough for Google to shake the crap out of the underwhelming Google Reader.

Thank you Paul for hipping me to NNW at some point in the past year!

Graphic Novels Come of Age (Again)

The New Yorker’s Peter Schjeldahl runs a long look at the graphic novel, now that it’s all grown up (presumably not having really been so twenty years ago on the publication of Maus, or forty years ago on the publication of A Contract with God.

He opens, more or less, with a paean to Chris Ware, who, possibly non-coincidentally, was granted the honor of the cover of the magazine two issues back.