But, we discovered that we know someone who lives on the top floor of the apartments next door, so tonight we mounted the dish up there! Once we got up on that roof, we saw the true hopelessness of our previous situation: there were dozens of buildings in the way, even if we had managed to get over the wall behind DNA. But, from atop the apartment building, we've got a clear shot.
Moving the dish up there means another 260+ foot ethernet run, and it means the wireless hub had to go outside, inside a tupperware box strapped to the dish mount. Which means we need to get power up there somehow: we're doing that by running power over some of the unused wires in the ethernet cable. This about as sketchy as it sounds, because there's significant resistance in that much copper. We still need to get a different power supply to drive the hub, since we need to push more voltage down the line to make up for the loss. (Looks like the 5v power supply needs to be cranked up to 9v.)
But, before starting all this, we brought John's telescope up to the roof and confirmed that we have line of sight this time by looking through it and seeing Tom waving back at us. (That was pretty neat.) So it looks like it's going to work this time... Tomorrow, we obtain and hook up the bigger power supply, then figure out how to actually get a bridge running across the two dishes, then figure out how to actually route our packets over that bridge...
This had better work, because XO is still fucking us over about the T1, and we're something like 17 hours away from the deadline when the club goes dark. So if the webcast stops in the middle of the Halloween party, you'll know we didn't get it working in time.
Here's the dish in its new position, and here are John and Jonathan working on it in the middle of the night:
Here's a shot of Eleventh Street from Really High Up (the motorcycle parking in the bottom left corner is in front of DNA's north door.) And, here's a shot of the location of the other dish we're trying to hit, as seen from our dish. The large version of the photo has a target painted on it: at this scale, the dish we're trying to hit is less than a pixel tall. I think one pixel corresponds to about five feet on the roof of the target building!
by Paul Demko
The quotes below are complaints reported by clients of Room 111, a public health clinic in St. Paul that treats people for sexually transmitted diseases. Nurses at the clinic began creating the list two decades ago; it now includes several hundred comments.
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- "I have reason to believe my penis was exposed to LSD. When I ejaculate I have flashbacks."
- "My hair is falling out and the sun hurts my crotch."
- "I went to a party, had a few beers, woke up in a closet later on and my face stunk and my dick hurt."
- "My last period looked like meat."
- "My balls feel soft and mushy."
- "I be messin' with these nasty women from Minnesota and they don't tell you they got something unless they mad at you."
- "How am I supposed to do lap dances smelling like a dead fish?"
- "I got the dripper."
- "I have food chunks in my urine."
- "Had sex with my daughter's fiance and then douched with Lysol--feelin' a little raw down there."
- "Scabs on my butt and I'm losing my mind."
- "I'm releasing semen when I take a crap."
- "I was poked in the rectum with the infected finger of a 70-year-old homosexual man."
- "I live at the VA and my roommate has his girlfriend from Minneapolis over. They throw ticks at me that bite my neck and when I pop the sores, they smell like vagina juice."
- "Can't you put the swab in further?"
- "I had sex with my baby's momma, sex with my other baby's momma and my other new baby's momma has disease."
- "Last time I had sex I passed something that looked like Cream of Wheat before it's cooked."
- "My cervix hurts when I jiggle."
- "The seam in my circumcision split open."
- "I be messin' with my ex-wife and my girlfriend and I don't trust either of them."
- "My whole body smells like a menstruating woman, especially my armpits."
- "From the looks of my penis, I believe they are sucking the adrenaline out of me."
- "I think they hypnotized me and put implants and poltergeists in my brain and had sex with me."
- "I think my boyfriend knows what's going on. He's been calling me a 'chlamydiahoris.'"
- "My pee smells like ham."
Courtney Love grieves the loss of her cherished pet, who ate a 'souvenir' the rocker had removed long ago
Doug Camilli, The Gazette
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
I'm sorry, but I've got to admit that Courtney Love is rapidly becoming my very favourite celebrity of all.
I mean, I can't listen to her music, and she really can't act, and she desperately needs to get some fresh air and exercise and sun, and exactly what is wrong with her hair, anyway? But how can a columnist - or a reader - not love stuff like this: her beloved Pomeranian pooch fell over dead after eating one of her breast implants. I'm not making this up. I couldn't; I'm too close to normal.
Through a publicist, Love explained to the New York Post that she had the implants removed some years ago, but kept them as souvenirs. She's not sure what was in them, because "they were bootleg implants from Mexico." She's supposedly disconsolate over the loss.
RABAT (Reuters) - Moroccan surgeons have relieved a 75-year-old woman of what she thought was a long-standing tumor but turned out to be the remains of a 46-year-old fetus, Moroccan newspapers said Thursday.
The woman had complained of abdominal pains, so she underwent surgery in July by a team led by Professor Taibi Ouazzani in Rabat's Avicennes hospital, the newspapers Al Ahdath al-Maghribia and L'Opinion said.
How the team determined how long the woman had carried the fetus was not disclosed, and officials at Avicennes were not immediately available for comment.
Ouazzani's team plans to show a video about the surgery at a news conference Friday.