Recently I have been inundated with emails and IMs pointing me at excellent iPhone applications for a mobile lifestyle. Seems people seem to think I never eat (or sleep) at home. Which is only partially false :). In any case, this little gem is what I’d have loved to see Yelp become (or, for that [...]
(kids, jailbreaking your iPhone, while fun, is bad, mmmmkay. Don’t blame me when Apple decides to eliminate a few more round pegs in their square holes). Summerboard theme, Aqwoah. Yes, it’s that good. Get it.
A quick (I had to get out of the house for a bit to clear my head and remembered I'd promised to show it off) look at the Kodak 1253's in-camera Panorama mode.
While I will discuss the reasons for moving to WordPress from Drupal (again) in a later post, one of the immediate things I am fighting with is not even related to either platform. In fact, a quick Ruby script later, I have all the postings I wanted to transfer in the new system and am [...]
Klein Venedig, originally uploaded by jluster. “Little Venice” - one of the two arms of the River Regnitz which merge and form Europe’s biggest commercial shipping canal a few miles north of here.
Since this entry currently enjoys renewed attention, I’d like to apologize for the lack of comments - I recently re-enabled the blog and for some reasons I did not catch the fact that comments weren’t copied over. I’ll try tomorrow to paraphrase all the things that were asked and answered in them, including the download [...]
There’s a place in the Arctic circle called the Reef of Tears, a few square kilometers of cold, crystalline water. It’s where the giants of the sea, the whales, go to die. Or so they say. Arctologists tell me, there’s no such thing as a natural whale graveyard north of Greenland, but the vision of it has held me in its grip since I first read about it as a young boy. I often dream of it still, a dark, starlit, cove. The wind brushing gently against the icy mountains surrounding it, the cold water calm and endlessly deep. In my dreams, I hear the last songs of the old whale, singing his life’s story to his dead ancestors, before closing his eyes for the last time, sinking into the arms of a cold, yet loving, Mother Sea.
Die Wilde Jagd is the personal website of Jonas M Luster, amateur coder, European transplant, dilettante writer, social psychologist on paper, and sometimes traveler, who - after eight years in the dot.com industry - decided to seek out new worlds and civilizations in which soft- and hardware are tools, not the sole reason for one’s job. This is his story.