Clap your hands say cached!

After endless nights without being able to sleep, worrying about caching problems and believing the sky will fall open upon myself, I believe I finally managed to fix the cache in this little site of mine.

Now, once the pages have been cached, they should be served by Apache, not mongrel. It maybe doesn’t tick anything inside you but for me it means that I can write a lot more of content without having to fear lots of Bad Gateway errors because mongrel gets killed or horrible slowdowns for my loyal legion of readers (joking!, I believe there’s just 5 people subscribed to the RSS feed and I may be able to name each of one you!)

As a bonus, I also added some incredible stuff:

  1. Pages! Now I have an about page and a music page
  2. Archive – no more excuses for not reading everything that I wrote

Maybe I did something else but I can’t quite remember right now. And surprisingly after all these movements I checked some pages and they are still XHTML STRICT VALID! BEAT IT!!!

Wii nunchucks

Wii nunchuck

Apparently, the only way of getting another wii nunchuck is to buy another Wii.

I have gone to three shops in the last three days and every single assistant gave me the same reply: No, we don’t have, and actually, I have been willing to get one for myself for three weeks already! I’m pretty desperate!

So if anyone has any spare nunchuck and wants to donate it for the cause1, just let me know. I will really appreciate it2. Maybe you bought wii and found you don’t like that ugly accessory connected to your Wiimote, or maybe you’re pretty oldschool and just bought a classical controller and don’t want to hear about innovative controllers anymore.

1 The cause being us wanting to play Wiisports’ Boxing with two players.

2 I have nothing else to say, the truth is that I just wanted to play with footnotes and see how did they look :-)

Camden has the answer

When coming back from Spain, I thought that I would try to preserve my newly acquired skin colour by going to some park whenever it got sunny.

I evidently had too high hopes since it looks like the most humid May in years has extended its influence to June as well. Not only it has been gray and cloudy but there have also been torrential pour downs and windy storms (all of them very uncomfortable for one poor girl used to walk in flip flops at this time of the year).

They say the key of the evolution is to adapt to the environment, and so must do I. This evening, I downloaded latest releases in Enough Records after reading ps’s newsletter

When I found myself quite enjoying what ps describes as a gothic rock band I suddenly realized that the solution to the weather misery was to become a goth!

It is a perfect solution! Not only I would live in the best climate for keeping my skin white and pale but also I would be able to dress to the highest goth standards since working in Camden Town allows me to visit a wide range of goth and alternative shops which people from other boroughs of London can only dream of.

Don’t you think goth boots, with their extremely thick super-soles, are the perfect match for me? I would be able to suddenly feel superior thanks to the extra five or ten centimeters tall that I would suddenly enjoy. Oh, hold on! Did I say ten? Let’s make it fifteen!

It would feel like being in Hyde Park’s Speaker’s Corner all day long. I suppose I would begin giving my opinion about a vast array of topics, shouting loudly to everybody, whether they liked to hear it or not.

Cyberdog would become my second home (I have the feeling that I would be quite inclined into the cyber-gothicism) only followed by the finest piercing and jewellery stores. This is the ideal excuse for getting some more piercings. Goths love pain! And I’m not going to get normal piercings like in the nose, or in the eyebrow. Those are for kids! And while I’m on it I should get a couple of tattoos as well. And dye my hair blue-black.



Yesterday was the birthday of a very special person (but he wants to keep it secret) and he was given a Wii as a gift. He allowed me to play with it and I must recognize it is really funny!

But I’m looking forward to have the Wii hacked in a safe, software only way. I don’t care what closed minded people say but I believe we should be able to freely manipulate and control every single thing that we own. I’d love to do one homebrew. Its title would be something like Asteroids meets Space invaders on steroids, and we would need to use the funky Wii controller for destroying everything. It would be a terrible way of killing daily stress. If you earned enough points you would be able to load your most-hated people black and white pictures and they would be used to create a bump-mapping effect on the asteroids, so you would effectively be firing at an infinite number of your most-hated people.

Next thing I would probably demand is the ability to hack our own digital cameras, so that we can program little scripts such as “Take three pictures when I click, each one with a different level of exposure and ISO”. They would be really useful for doing HDR stuff and all that kind of things which require you to take several pictures of the same thing but changing some parameters in the camera.

But that’s another, completely different story…

Cool water vs Sweet and sour pork

I wonder what I was thinking of this morning when I left my house, with a simple cardigan (apart from the jeans and t-shirt, obviously).

Even if July is just 5 days away, today is horribly cold. Maybe I thought I was still in Minorca, or something!

And although I have a little bottle of The Body Shop eau de cologne which I want to finish as soon as possible, and so try to use it every day, I decided to use Cool Water today.

I was thinking: how ironic!, while walking in the street and facing that cruel cold wind getting into my cardigan, Cool water for a cool day!

But then it proved to be a well chosen option, and I’ll tell you why: for some strange reason I went out earlier than usual and so bumped into the usual morning Victoria Line overcrowding. It’s amazing the difference that it makes taking the tube 15 minutes after! And so I took advantage of my little height and managed to place myself near the door of the carriage.

When the doors slammed and in the heat of that packed and hermetic sardine-tin like environment, I suddenly perceived something which smelled familiar but also inappropriate for using as body parfum: sweet and sour pork.

What I thought was an excessive quantity of Cool water turned instead to be a life saver. Or a nose saver. The fact is that there wasn’t any fast-food box left near me, so it wasn’t a problem of the product being there: it was a problem of the cooker presence, or maybe the presence of someone which had had a long bath in sweet and sour sauce and then had spent the whole evening frying pork in a closed kitchen with no air extractor.

Then, imagine myself considering all of these possibilities while trying to not to touch anybody, my head turned in an impossible manner so as to follow the curved design of the door, and trying to maintain my feet in place even if the driver did use the brakes mercilessly. FUN!