| Plane |
[Mar. 28th, 2006|03:13 pm] |
3:13 Eastern Standard Time
Right now I’m on a Boeing 757 hurtling at approximately 580 miles per hour through the troposphere towards New York. Note that even though I’m still over California, I’ve set my computer to eastern time already.
Each seat (in every class) has its own screen, with 24 channels of satellite tv, 1600 mp3s, games (albeit lame ones), and movies. And everything but the movies is free! I know these services were supposed to arrive years ago, but this is the first time I’ve ever been on a flight that actually had them. Maybe I just take the wrong flights, but for a discount airline Song sure knows how to treat a passenger.
Also, the monitor offers current flight statistics and map, and we just crossed into Nevada, FYI. We have traveled 217 miles (354 km), our current ground speed is mph (973 kph), the temperature outside the cabin is -9 degrees Farenheit (-21 Centigrade), and our altitude is 38995 feet (11889 meters).
Now its time to go code. I’ve been getting back into the submarine scene, and I can’t wait to get AVI into a testable and working state. |
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| The Year 20005 |
[Nov. 29th, 2005|01:12 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | book, time, work | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
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| [ | Current Music |
| | Sim City 2000 - 10004 | ] |
Thought: sometimes you accidentally input an extra digit into the
year: i.e., 19993 and you add 18,000 years on to now, and you realize
that the year 19993 will one day exist and that time is a scary thing,
indeed.
-Douglas Coupland, Microserfs
I've been having some interesting experiences with time lately.
Just today I came into my office, and scanned my most recent emails. I noticed some strange arrival times, though: 2:17, 3:11, 3:42. "How strange!", I thought to myself, before I glanced down at the clock on the toolbar. 4:07!!! That's impossible! it wasn't even 1:00 when I got in the elevator!
It turns out there was some kind of glitch with the NTP (Network Time Protocol) server, and because of it I was inadvertantly sent forward in time three hours. Luckily I managed to find my way back to the present, but this is a risky business.
Oh, and the emails that arrived from the future were actually from those times yesterday. |
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