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Naming the transistor
For those of you who missed it, have a final play before it’s gone. We loved you, labs. Pretty awesome at working out lists of anything that’s ever been listed on the internet.
Anna Karenina finished at last; it dragged out for three weeks after I stalled right before the action at the end. Had been about to decide I didn’t like Tolstoy, but now have nothing to say until much further reflection.
Two weeks ago I posted about an issue I had noticed a little while ago, that my Facebook app could no longer make public wall posts.
It turns out it’s an issue that hit lots of apps, including the official Tumblr app. Facebook now has a tweaked privacy structure and new way of handling app authorization and per-post privacy settings. Unfortunately they flipped the switch on it on the Graph API before rolling out the UI to let users turn it on and query it.
I don’t know of a programmatic way for developers to ask for public posting permisison for their apps, and if there is one it isn’t yet documented. However, the Facebook UI has now been updated since I last tried to debug this, allowing a manual workaround.
The manual solution if this is bothering you as a user is to go to the new “Privacy Settings” screen, and under “Apps, games and websites”, edit the settings for each app you want to allow to post publically, setting “This app can share with” to “Public”.
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I just love Lui’s. Very funny chats every time. Good magazines too: the special petrol edition of Bike and the Stig’s supercar roundup (which I almost bought last week in Smiths…). Found out this week that the Cosmo is there for the shorter guy’s girlfriend when she comes at lunch and the end of the day and waits for the last customer. Life is full of lovely details. His taste in music and films is full of hilarious holes.
My new toy was defeating me, but now I’m winning. PVC pipe + rope = ‘rings’. For first two days, dips too hard; I’m too used to bars and couldn’t control the swing. Felt happier after fifty this morning though.
On another note altogether, went to arts group BBQ yesterday. Very nice people, mostly new, and a good time. Encouraged, and wrote a poem I much wanted to write in the afternoon. Saturday night was climax of weeks of wobbliness, and after grasping things again late on Sat night, felt ready for a cathartic scribble.
Every Saturday I yearn to be be alone and let alone. Where else but sleep can I escape from even myself?
I wasn’t expecting one today, but it looks like there will be one, making next week the fourth consecutive one. I’ll be epicly late today because I didn’t hear about it in time, but I’m determined to be there now I know.
(That’s a SO meme, for the uninitiated. You can Google it.)
So, quite an emotional day. I’m getting tireder and grumpier, and going off on one more and more often, not even on my pet topics, but the ones I feel guilty about and shouldn’t hold such strong opinions on. I managed food, exercise, and Microsoft today, and went on far too forcefully about my silly hates like sit-ups. On the pet hate #1 front I got angry with myself for being so self-focussed and obsessed by image in these conversations, and on top of that some #2 self-loathing over science fiction again.
I also was sadder today than I’ve been since Sunday because of the awful behaviour at the prom, which was the one I was most looking forward to too. I felt so sad and ashamed that our country is so grossly anti-Semitic, more like crying sad than angry that they would do that to people coming to play such beautiful Albéniz for us.
I’m so glad to be getting a full night’s sleep tonight to help with headache and nose has progressed to green stage.
Wowz! Awesome sauce with Bruckner 8 prom. Did my usual embarrassing trick of jogging back to South Ken from so much energy and joy, with a bit of jumping around thrown in. First time in years in a seat; big mistake. Might as well have had Mozart on disk, and felt really emotionally distant. Is it worth clapping when you can’t see their eyes? Neighbours inactive too. Concl: I’ve worked out now day queue OK with 4.45 train, so just risk it. Bruckner!
As a general announcement of the free time I used up last week, I did the new CICCU website. It’s not perfect, but pretty good, and I’m off the hook for a few weeks with it now (a little more to do before term). That’s the end of a three-year saga, and it’s been on my plate to finish since Christmas, when I began a scratch-rewrite of it. These things always take ages in spare time, but it’s a big relief. I have a funny anxious feeling about people looking at it, guilty and proud and protective, afraid, and almost wishing I could just yank it down and hide my embarrassment, even though I don’t think I have much reason to be. In any case, it’s done.
Windows calculator: apparently only integers can be written in hex. (So much for Windows 7 improvements.) I’m not sure they’ll ever add support for keyboard input or text editing.