Adam Edmund Hirsch
dAchsHund mErmaid
[Adam's
Face with some floating shapes.  No big deal, really.]
Able Baker Quaker Biker
Blue | Brown | 6'0"

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.

[Blue
Ribbon link to EFF]
PGP is a freely available tool for reliable encryption and identity verification.
I have and use my public key
when I'm serious about the safety and security of my email.
It doesn't hurt. If you don't know what PGP is, I'd recommend you find out.

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.

[Cute picture of my
cat, Carlos, here.  He's orange, and regarding a now empty container
of salsa.]
Alumnus of Wesleyan University,
The New Group,
also Alpha Delta Phi,
a co-ed literary society.

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