Category: Random observations

If it doesn’t fit elsewhere, it goes here.

  • A nice little video

    I’ve seen this video – about digital information and its categorisation – linked on various websites over the last week or so. I thought I’d share it here as well. Very nice.

  • Meeting of the minds

    Enough politics. Back to a more wholesome topic…

    Here’s a photo of a dinner we held for Anind Dey at the Brasserie on the River a couple of weeks ago. The photo contains two of my previously mentioned ubiquitous computing inspirators.

    Dinner for Anind

    Clockwise from the top right we have Jaga Indulska, Anind Dey, Karen Henricksen (Robinson), Ricky’s camera case, Pei Hu, Ryan Wishart, Myilone Anandarajah, Andry Rakotonirainy and Bob Hardian. The food was great and the conversation stimulating. A good night was had by all.

  • There was one in the bed

    I suppose it’s only right that my first post since my self-imposed blogging exile (“not long enough!” I hear some of you exclaim) should be about the exploits of my son Xander, who is growing and changing incredibly quickly. So here, I bring you an action sequence showing Xander’s third ever roll.

    Roll over 1

    Roll over 2

    Roll over 3

    For his next trick, Xander will learn how to sleep for more than twenty minutes at a time during daylight hours!

  • The Thin Line goes underground

    This will be the last post on The Thin Line for the next few months at least, as the author attends to more pressing things.
    Ciao.

  • Introducing Xander

    Hopefully most readers of The Thin Line would be aware by now that Karen gave birth to our son, Alexander Blake Robinson, on July 7, 2007 (a pretty cool birth date!). Here are a couple of pictures of Xander and his proud parents.

    Xander

    The family Robinson

  • Ricky told to get a life

    Who’s more in need of a life: the person who writes a short review, in his own damn blog, of his and his wife’s experiences at a fast food chain, or the person who goes to the effort of leaving a comment about said blog entry in which the former is admonished for having written the review in the first place?

    The Thin Line has begun to collect comments, some of them very strange, from various unknown people. I’d like to thank these mysterious people for their readership. Please visit again! Happily, all comments are valued on The Thin Line, even moronic gainsaying of the kind left by the valiant defender of SumoSalad. However, comments of the more intelligent variety are definitely encouraged and preferred.

  • Internet or internet?

    I’ve always used a capital ‘I’ when writing about “the Internet” – the publicly accessible network of interconnected computer networks. This is because I thought it was a proper noun, like “Shanghai”. It’s also useful, perhaps, to distinguish between the Internet and an internet, the latter being any internetworked set of computer networks. But the distinction between these terms can be made by looking at the definite (“the”) or indefinite (“an”) article preceding the word “internet”, so the capitalisation is redundant. Furthermore, there’s only one sky, but we don’t tend to capitalise the ‘s’. So, like many others, I’m making the switch to lowercase. I will use a lowercase ‘i’ whenever I write the word “internet” unless it’s in a title or at the beginning of a sentence. The same goes for “the web” and related terms.

    How long until I start using lowercase ‘i’ for the first person singular pronoun like danah boyd (lowercase intended) does?

  • Microsoft Surface parody

    What’s Microsoft Surface? It’s a big-assed table.

    Instead of using one of today’s more popular compact devices to get directions to where you’re going, why not use a device the size of a small car?

    Don’t get me wrong, I think Surface is kind of cool. But I liked the parody too.

  • Our nursery

    Well, I think the nursery is finished, at last. Walls, skirtings and cupboard painted, blinds and curtains installed, cot assembled. Now Karen’s just got to do her bit. ;-)

    The nursery