Archive for November, 2008

The algorithm doesn’t lie.

Thursday, November 20th, 2008

Ok, so my little product adapts itself to what you actually do, as opposed to what you say you do. So, though I wouldn’t have predicted this, it’s recognized that I click on every single item on the Fail Blog. Today’s Ad Placement Fail is especially funny.

Fun with PhotoBooth

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

Sadie and I were screwing around in the front of the laptop. We took this picture. It’s kinda cute.

Jason and Sadie, taken with PhotoBooth

Playing on the fall afternoon

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

Sadie and Lucy got to spend some time with Auntie Amy last weekend. Sadie decided to become queen of the flying trapeze.

Sadie on the flying trapeze

Mostly, though, she loved playing in the leaves. They have far better leaves there than at home.

Sadie playing in the leaves

The real winner

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

The real winner in this election has be fivethirtyeight.com. It’s baseball-inflected combination of common sense and smart statistical analysis has made it more of a go-to resource than any of the mainstream-media sites.

Happy Election Day

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

I just went down to Holliston High School and cast my ballot. There were lots of people there, but the lines were flowing easily; I was in and out in five minutes. Holliston (and maybe all of Massachusetts) uses tried and true paper ballots — no Diebold touch-screen madness here. It turns out that the paper ballots make all the lines move much faster. Ben Adida explains.

Anyway, regardless of who wins, I hope that America is a more unified country tomorrow, and we can all get on with fixing what’s gone wrong.

Halloween 2008

Saturday, November 1st, 2008

Last year, Sadie went out for Halloween as Sadie Lou Who. This year, she went as a grasshopper.

Sadie thought that it hardly seemed fair that we had all this candy already in the house, yet she needed to go out trick-or-treating to find some for herself.

Sadie the grasshopper

Lucy decided to dress up as a giant octopus-eating baby. Maybe next year we’ll get more ambitious with her costume.

Lucy in her chair