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HACKER METER
The Noisebridge zine du jour goes here.
 
There is an interesting new project in the works as I type these words (11:34pm Monday 12/19/11) involving a captured parking meter. Also, I just heard on NPR a WIRED Magazine contributor talking about an Android app he calls "uniquely addictive" called [https://market.android.com/details?id=com.urbandroid.sleep&hl=en Sleep as Android] that monitors your sleep and wakes you up at the best point in your sleep cycle.
 
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Tony slept through both a Homes Not Jails meeting today and the Frontend Web Development class he was supposed to attend at the Bridge. Tony needs help. How to get off the vampire sleep schedule?
 
WELCOME TO THE NOISEBRIDGE ZINE-IN-PROGRESS!
 
Until the zine coalesces into a printworthy form, Tony is starting this sort of freeform journal/digital soapbox as a way to get the ball rolling. Anyone and everyone is allowed - nay, encouraged - to add to what's here.
 
A skeletal structure for the as-yet-unnamed "NoiseRag" is already beginning to form.
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TONY LONGSHANKS LETIGRE will be managing editor
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DANNY O'BRIEN should probably be Honorary Editor-in-Chief or some such courtesy title, or perhaps managing editor of our UK division
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ALEX PEAKE will be editor of games
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JUSTIN DOERR may write a society gossip column that will be funny & communal rather than spiteful & combative
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ROBERT RAYCE will watch exuberantly as the zine is created & promote it with boundless enthusiasm
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ERICA LETIGRE will undoubtedly do something
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Zephyr will use the laser-cutter to make the print version of the zine look really fuckin cool
 
I haven't even met with anyone yet in person, so I'd say we're off to a roaring start. We definitely need more on the tech/programming end of things. That is the main thrust of hacking, after all (and there's no way I'm going to be able to fill Danny's shoes there - but I am starting the [[Frontend_Web_Development]] course tonight!)
 
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DEADLINE FOR FILING 2012 CHRISTMAS WISH LIST APPROACHING
 
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For all who are unemployed/employed only part-time/militantly opposed to working and currently receiving Unemployment Insurance: the deadline to file for a federal Extension on your UI claim is Dec. 25 - Christmas Day, 2011. (You have to exhaust your regular claim before you can file for an extension. And EDD is supposed to file the extension for you automatically.)
 
I see it (as I see so many things) as a vignette in a warped play.
 
(Junior opens a present beneath the Christmas tree)
 
[EXUBERANTLY] Oh, it's just what I wanted.....a Federal Unemployment Insurance Claim Extension! Thanks Santa & Mr. Prez, you're the best!
 
(Screen shows image of Santa Claus & President O-Bomb smiling & shaking hands in the Oval Office. Santa's 'Ho-ho-ho' and the sound of jingle bells plays on the audio track.)
 
(Cut to shot of a homeless man puking in a garbage can.)
 
 
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THE MYSTERY OF THE HACKERPHONE
 
Why does the red hackerphone no longer work?
 
It is a mystery.
 
 
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PISSING RAINBOWS
 
Alex Peake, self-styled Editor of Games, offered the following as a potential cover or other image for the NoiseRag.
 
[[Image:Pissrainbows.png]]
 
Can someone give me the context for this next time you see me? I want to piss rainbows, too.
 
 
 
 
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CORVID COLLEGE REPORT
 
This is a place-marker for a write-up or summary of [http://www.corvidcollegesf.com Corvid College], which I understand just had its opening meeting at NB on Saturday Dec. 17. I missed it (since I didn't make it in until 2am that day), can anyone else report?
 
 
 
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NOISEMAP
 
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Here is a little sketch I made of our hackerspace. It needs to be made more professional and tech-y looking. Did I forget anything? Some names are my own, like Hackitorium, and the Café, which is what I call the area between the kitchen and living room.
 
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NOISELOG
Sunday, Dec. 18, 2011
 
This weekend under the direction of Robert – whom one hacker recently referred to as “the Quasimodo of NoiseBridge,” which I’m sure he didn’t mean to sound as catty as it does – a new construction project began: sanding down the recently installed drywalls. As with the drywall construction, it primarily affects the kitchen, cafe, classroom and church portions of the space, with those ensconced in the Hackitorium at the other end blissfully ignorant of all disruption. I, Tony Longshanks - initiator of this new NoiseBridge Zine conceit that I really hope will turn into something many-splendored and substantial – was present late on the night of Saturday, Dec. 17 when the project began. I was making butternut squash soup in the kitchen: a hearty winter treat which I originally intended to make for dinner on Monday the 12th – you see how “life gets in the way.” I aimed for a late dinner on Saturday, but in the event didn’t arrive at the Bridge until the unthinkable hour of 2 a.m.
 
For the next three hours, with the assistance of several much-needed and greatly appreciated sous chefs - including Troy, visiting from Berkeley; Zephyr, whose first attempt at pureeing the soup in a food processor ended in horrifying failure; and most of all Justin, whom I like to call Justine, and whom I will most likely move in with if and when I’m kicked out of my squat, as I hear he has an ample and commodious walk-in closet that would suit me and my vast wardrobe of vintage clothes perfectly. (Really, you should come by Wheatgrass – my current squat – some time, I’m the most ridiculous squatter ever. When the Sheriff comes I’ll be out on the street with my rack of ties, scarves, bandanas in every color, blazers, blouses, smoking jackets, etc.)
 
Justin(e) did an awful lot of chopping, mincing, dicing, and slicing of an awful lot of vegetables and other nutritious but labor-intensive produce items. The soup, finally finished and served around 5 a.m., thrilled and delighted all who tasted it, unless they were just saying so to spare my feelings. Passersby were heard shouting comments along the lines of "TasteBridge scores again!" and "Yet another stunning victory for our palates."
 
Sadly, I'll probably never be able to duplicate this culinary triumph, as I just kinda blended four different recipes together along with whatever I found in the TasteBridge spice rack. As far as my rapidly disintegrating memory serves, the ingredients list included two medium-sized butternut squashes, one and a half tart green Grannysmith apples (Justin’s teeth marks were found in one of them), three carrots, fresh ginger & garlic (lots), a plethora of onion (both red & yellow), butter, sour cream, several chicken bouillon cubes, veggie broth, plus ground cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, pumpkin pie spice, curry powder, & a judicious amount of cayenne pepper. I'm sure there were other things....
 
Shit. Chicken bouillon cubes. And I told someone it was vegetarian.
 
I am a monster.
 
Robert and his three-man construction crew patiently waited to begin sanding the walls until cooking operations were complete. (Among the crew was Gene, who visited the Bridge for the first time only a few days ago, and likes it so much he hasn’t left since.) The sanders donned white lab coats, clear plastic face shields, and other ridiculous paraphernalia that made them look something like a cross between "Sister Act: Part 3" and the music video for Thomas Dolby’s “She Blinded Me With Science" (which I am old enough to remember watching on MTV when MTV was GOOD, yo.)
 
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A follow-up visit to the kitchen at approximately 10:30 p.m. on Sunday night revealed that little had changed in the interim. Robert, having taken only an hour-long cat nap in a quiet corner, was still sanding along with different helpers. He looked hilarious in his white lab coat, hair sprinkled with silver and white powder and a streak of white dust beneath his nose, giving him the aspect of an aging coke fiend. Paparazzi was on hand to snap a photo which hopefully will be posted in short order. Overall the mood on Sunday evening was quiet, mellow, low-key: in a word, dull.
 
Gene was still in the kitchen, almost in precisely the same spot he had been in when I left early that morning. “Do you need a place to stay? We can fit another person at my squat,” I told him. I do believe he’s going to take me up on the offer. Martin has spent the last couple nights at Wheatgrass as well. Others in need of shelter are encouraged to seek me out so we can go out squat-scouting together, and/or to  attend the Tuesday 8 p.m. meeting of Homes Not Jails at the Housing Rights Committee office, 417 South Van Ness (near 15th Street). Don’t focus on the illegality of squatting. Focus on the nice-ness of having a place to sleep that isn’t a couch you’re not supposed to be sleeping on in the middle of a hacker space that is almost always bright, dusty, busy and full of noise.
 
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Revision as of 10:39, 7 July 2015

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