adam@apocalypse.org
NIC handle AH934
292 Highland Ave. #2
Somerville MA 02144
This is NOT meant to be any kind of comprehensive (or
even particularly tasteful) index to me or my life. Just a couple of
random links, my PGP public key...
You know. The traditional.
When not keeping vague tabs on Elbows,
I've been known to be seen in the company of
Brian Cimmet,
Jessica Hekman,
Josh Bluestein (who recently migrated to
Epilogue Technologies,
and so hasn't had time to put together his own page again),
Jeff Yaus,
the famed Jessica Classic,
a bunch of the weirdos at the Rancho Apocalypse,
and, of course, now that my page has been accessed again, you.
I'm also a Dvorak
keyboard
user, though when computer hopping,
I always used to have the darnedest time
remembering
where the alternative layouts lived. Here's the
Macintosh layout,
binhexed, here's
the Unix layout,
which needs to be given as an argument to xmodmap
,
and here's the DOS/Windows EXE
which supposedly unpacks to give you everything you need for Wintel platforms.
Rather than even try to give the random links I hit a lot a context,
I've both used the fantastic scripts at "C.R.A.Y.O.N."
to assemble my own Picayune,
as well as simply putting my own bookmarks
up. Sheer hubris to presume
anyone else is interested in my tastes (for example, in my current list of .signatures),
I know, but heck, huge amounts
of time and energy on the Web are devoted to self-referential claptrap
anyhow. How can mine hurt?
And in the Totally Narcissistic category:
Hear me
hurtling from a bungee tower at Macworld,
if you want. It was fun. I can't say much more than that
articulately, since you pretty much have to shut your brain almost
completely off to make your legs take you off of a very high ledge.
I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems,
And all I see, multiplied as high as I can cipher, edge but the rim
of the farther systems.
Wider and wider they spread, expanding and always expanding,
Outward and outward and forever outward.
Whitman, Leaves of Grass