My iPhone just autocorrected “xo” to “xoxo.” Anthropomorphization indeed.

Python 2.6 was released this week, with some tasty ingredients:

• Unicode is king
• Async worker processes
• Iterable abstract base classes
• Optimizations similar to Squirrelfish

This was originally in response to an email from Eric about the noise and relative value of Flickr photos in his friends’ photo streams.

I like the concept of notableness. Certain criteria of the datum fall outside the bell curve, warranting more attention.

We dealt with this issue on Vox—a linear stream of equally weighted items. In reality, items are not equal. Not only that, but different items are more notable to different viewers.

This morning I unfollowed someone on Twitter because she spammed the front page with several tweets per hour. This is akin to the nuclear option, something software should solve, really. Typically, her tweets are low value to me, but in aggregate they are interesting. Or if she has one that’s well-replied to or starred, it is isomorphically more significant.

Lastly, an algorithmically condensed event stream isn’t something that nicely fits into an RSS feed. Or maybe. This is where the rubber meets the road. Capturing—and therefore limiting—a set of events into an aggregate event, then freezing it in time as a discrete RSS entry might be a reasonable compromise between theory and reality of implementation.

Sass says it best:

Dreamgirls will marry you in a strapless tulle dress, sized Mediocre. I’ll marry you for a vowel in my last name.

Glass N of ~20. Gonzo kept sending us bottles of weird and tasty sake. And rolls. Oh my god the rolls.

(dinner at Goemon after cross-dressed cyclocross racing with Shawn, Jenny & Justin)

First and second kisses are a rare and wonderful thing.

This morning, between sleep and returning email, I enjoyed a fascinating discussion of mycology, the San Francisco burger, iPhone apps, the local politics of coffee with Cameron and Andy at Four Barrel, before a briand & quiche at Tartine, after 3 hours at Mission Cliffs with Cameron and Ryan.

Barely finished my first 5.11d, a stemming problem I fought—and lost—with last time, and to my chagrin discovered someone (thing?) had taken a shit—literally—below the arch on the main wall.

Onto the design & more-coffee phase of my day. Santogold or Black Kids?