I was doing a little ego surfing, searching for "Thvedt" on google, and found that these pages are back in the catbird seat. The last few times I tried that search, a tattoo artist in Elgin, Illinois, named Erik Thvedt, has been the first result. I don't know how, but I've knocked him down to number two.
Update: I just came across an interesting article that describes how Google ranks pages.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Mac Classic
We switched to Mac (no, not from Windows; from FreeBSD) about 9 months ago, and only last night did I finally have occasion to run the "Classic environment." Classic is what Apple now calls their old, pre-OS X operating system. To run programs written for the old OS on the new OS, you have to have the Classic environment, which mimics the old within the new.
I bought some games for our kids, and was a little disappointed to find they weren't native OS X programs. The web site of the publisher didn't bother to mention that other than deep in their support pages. To their credit, they will give refunds or exchanges if you can't run the games because of this issue.
Being a reformed Unix guy, rather than an old Mac-head, I wasn't even sure I could run Classic on our iMac. The Apple support site doesn't go out if its way to promote anything to do with Classic. I don't blame them; it makes sense, since OS X is where it's at, and has been for some time. A little searching found some potentially helpful information, so I spent my lunch hour today getting Classic installed.
It wasn't without incident. The only docs I found were apparently for OS X discs as originally shipped, while I had upgrade discs, so I had to try several before I found the right one. For some reason, the first time I tried the installation, it told me that it wouldn't work on our model of Mac. One-year-old Ava happened to bump the power cord as I was doing all of this, so that slowed me down a bit.
But finally it worked, and now Thomas and Johanna can play I Spy at home.
I bought some games for our kids, and was a little disappointed to find they weren't native OS X programs. The web site of the publisher didn't bother to mention that other than deep in their support pages. To their credit, they will give refunds or exchanges if you can't run the games because of this issue.
Being a reformed Unix guy, rather than an old Mac-head, I wasn't even sure I could run Classic on our iMac. The Apple support site doesn't go out if its way to promote anything to do with Classic. I don't blame them; it makes sense, since OS X is where it's at, and has been for some time. A little searching found some potentially helpful information, so I spent my lunch hour today getting Classic installed.
It wasn't without incident. The only docs I found were apparently for OS X discs as originally shipped, while I had upgrade discs, so I had to try several before I found the right one. For some reason, the first time I tried the installation, it told me that it wouldn't work on our model of Mac. One-year-old Ava happened to bump the power cord as I was doing all of this, so that slowed me down a bit.
But finally it worked, and now Thomas and Johanna can play I Spy at home.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Sheena Dauer Doubles at Independent Nationals
South Dakota State University's Sheena Dauer won the 5,000 meters and 10,000 meters at the Division I Independent Track & Field Championships. She was co-athlete of the meet. She won the 5,000 by a comfortable 3 seconds (though how comfortable can 17:31 be?), and ran away from the field in the 10,000.
The SDSU Jackrabbit women finished 4th; the men finished 3rd despite having only one first-place individual: Brad Lowery in the 1500.
I was was lucky enough to run with Sheena in last year's Jack 15 relay. Well, what she did was running; what the rest of us did was not quite the same thing.
The SDSU Jackrabbit women finished 4th; the men finished 3rd despite having only one first-place individual: Brad Lowery in the 1500.
I was was lucky enough to run with Sheena in last year's Jack 15 relay. Well, what she did was running; what the rest of us did was not quite the same thing.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Brookings Marathon 2005
The Brookings Marathon was yesterday, and as I have for four years, I ran the last leg, from mile 20, on a relay team. Like last year, the weather was poor, with a strong, cold wind coming out of the northwest.
The featured speaker on Friday night was Billy Mills, Oglala Lakota from Pine Ridge SD, the only American ever to win the 10,000 meters at the Olympics. He won at Tokyo in 1964 as an unknown in a huge upset over the world record holder Ron Clarke. The come-from-behind finish in the last few meters was very exciting. That was my first summer on the planet, so I obviously don't have any memories of it, but I've read about it quite a bit, have seen the race on video, saw the movie about his life, and have seen that great photo of the finish countless times. It was a real thrill to hear him speak. I was able to speak very briefly with him on Friday night. Just before the start on Saturday, I looked up and there he was walking towards me. I was a little startled, and just said "Good morning, Mr. Mills," and shook his hand. I wish I had told him how much I enjoyed his speech.
As I said, the race conditions were poor, and the cold wind was just about exactly wrong for my part of the route. My leg was about 10 km, the same distance Billy Mills ran in 1964. I was about three-quarters through, and the wind was wearing me down. I had given up hope of meeting my time goal. As I was about to turn a corner to face that wind again, there on the side of the road in a small crowd of people was Billy Mills, cheering on the runners.
If that couldn't motivate me to a strong finish for my 10,000 meters, I don't know what would. I felt like I was floating for the next kilometer or so, and ran the last quarter of my leg with a big smile on my face.
The featured speaker on Friday night was Billy Mills, Oglala Lakota from Pine Ridge SD, the only American ever to win the 10,000 meters at the Olympics. He won at Tokyo in 1964 as an unknown in a huge upset over the world record holder Ron Clarke. The come-from-behind finish in the last few meters was very exciting. That was my first summer on the planet, so I obviously don't have any memories of it, but I've read about it quite a bit, have seen the race on video, saw the movie about his life, and have seen that great photo of the finish countless times. It was a real thrill to hear him speak. I was able to speak very briefly with him on Friday night. Just before the start on Saturday, I looked up and there he was walking towards me. I was a little startled, and just said "Good morning, Mr. Mills," and shook his hand. I wish I had told him how much I enjoyed his speech.
As I said, the race conditions were poor, and the cold wind was just about exactly wrong for my part of the route. My leg was about 10 km, the same distance Billy Mills ran in 1964. I was about three-quarters through, and the wind was wearing me down. I had given up hope of meeting my time goal. As I was about to turn a corner to face that wind again, there on the side of the road in a small crowd of people was Billy Mills, cheering on the runners.
If that couldn't motivate me to a strong finish for my 10,000 meters, I don't know what would. I felt like I was floating for the next kilometer or so, and ran the last quarter of my leg with a big smile on my face.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Jambo Blogs
My old pal James is now a regular blogger on Three Way News. He posts as "Jambo." Those who know James will not be surprised to find that it features lots of shots at Republicans in general, Senator Norm Coleman in particular, creationists, and just about anybody else who would never have voted for Paul Wellstone or Howard Dean.
It's a good read, and it's not all about politics. Check it out. Extra credit for finding a typo in one of his posts, and the cheap shot I took at him in the comments.
It's a good read, and it's not all about politics. Check it out. Extra credit for finding a typo in one of his posts, and the cheap shot I took at him in the comments.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Touché
Johanna and Thomas were getting a little riotous in our hotel room on Friday evening, and I asked them to quiet down a little, and speak in their normal voices. Johanna rejoined "What do you know about normal?"
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