Category: browsers
07/10/06 04:50 - 74ºF - ID#37353
msie is wack-ass
But now it seems that Editorial now wants to run a picture page with a significant online component. So I talk a lot of trash but now it's my turn to step up and show y'all how it's done.
This is how it's done:
Notice how the thumbnails page scales with the size of your screen. Big screen, lots of thumbnails; small screen, fewer thumbnails. I do not try to jam five thumbnails across in a table because that would not work for many people. Notice how the photo takes up as much of the screen as you will give it. You cannot assume that people will have large screens, nor should you assume that people will have small screens. This design does not seriously break down until below 800x600. All the thumbnails are displayed on the left side of the screen, so you do not have to return to the thumbnails page to explore our photos. The title, photographer, and caption are clearly visible onscreen at all times. Most of the graphical elements are grayscale against a black background so that the photograph really pops. We do not have any dancing bears labeled with every state of the union offering you great mortgage rates. Every photograph has a unique and descriptive URL. It offers a photofeed/photocast compatible RSS feed [which will be better promoted]. The buttons at the bottom of the screen do not do anything, giving our users the opportunity to wonder what the Hell is going on [because it isn't done yet].
<geeky>
I put together this design in Firefox in one day. It took me another full day to get it to look the same in IE as it does in Firefox and Safari. Now I understand why photo sites are not laid out this way.
For starters, no browser will scale images to 'the largest size possible while still maintaining aspect ratio.' This seems like an oversight to me. As a consequence, the large photo is wrapped in a very small Flash stub that loads the image and scales it appropriately.
But more importantly, if you want a box to go from the top of the screen to the bottom, IE will not let you do
[box]#thumbs {
bottom: 128px;
overflow: auto;
position: absolute;
right: 0;
top: 0;
width: 256px;
}[/box]
because it is wack-ass and does not understand that top:/bottom: is a valid substitute for top:/height: and thus totally ignores the bottom: [and also, coincidentally, throws away the overflow: as well]. Thankfully, its wack-ass CSS engine will let you specify a Javascript expression for the value of a CSS attribute:
[box]#thumbs {
bottom: 128px;
height: expression('' + (document.body.clientHeight - 128) + 'px');
overflow: auto;
position: absolute;
right: 0;
top: 0;
width: 256px;
}[/box]
What the fuck is that?! Now- I have to admit that there is some perverse part of my id that expression() appeals to, but that doesn't mean that I should have had to use it.
</geeky>
At any rate- my humble contribution to online photo sharing.
- Z
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- Yes, (e:ajay) - Flickr has some very cool features. I like the one where you can draw a box around the dude's johnson and totally make juvenile comments about it. If I ever took photos I would put them on Flickr just so I could do that. No I am not joking.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
07/09/06 09:29 - ID#37351
picture(7).jpg
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Words: 15
Location: Buffalo, NY
Category: weather
07/03/06 10:54 - 73ºF - ID#37350
freaky
No! You do not get your phone out and point it at the tornado! What is wrong with you?!
- Z
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Words: 44
Location: Buffalo, NY
Category: food
07/02/06 03:56 - 79ºF - ID#37349
am i the only one
- Z
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Words: 23
Location: Buffalo, NY
Category: bad juju
06/30/06 08:04 - 70ºF - ID#37348
strange things are afoot at the circle k
This week I got meeting'd to death. I'm not sure whether I am glad that everyone has taken a sudden interest in the website, or chagrined. Either way, we're going to have a new home page starting next issue and some interesting ideas coming down the pipe shortly.
One very cool thing we want to do is take our regular interview-with-local-bands piece and turn it into an Epic Cyber Battle of the Bands. We run two bands in the paper every week, side by side, and there is an Ultimate Popularity Contest of Ultimate Destiny every week on the website, where you can listen and vote. After eight weeks [sixteen bands, eight winners] we match up the winners for the next four weeks. The last four bands standing play a show, and the winner gets ... I dunno, but it's something big.
Another idea that's a little further down the road is we want to put together some sort of participatory video website. [I think I may have mentioned this before; (e:mike) you should pay attention.] On the one side of the balance, we have traditional commercial television, where the station produces and controls all the content and all the shows suck. On the other side of the balance, we have YouTube and Public Access where the content comes directly from the public and all the shows suck. We want to split the difference - solicit pilot episodes from the public, try to separate the interesting and novel from the ho-hum, and contract a short, renewable series from the better producers. We want to find interesting people on the fringe and give them a forum for their work. I think this could be very cool.
- Z
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Words: 372
Location: Buffalo, NY
Category: la vie
06/25/06 04:23 - 81ºF - ID#37347
it would make a good song or something
At last week's conference, two of my coworkers hooked up. Both had been in fairly long-term relationships and both had moved in with their significant others within the last couple months. The fallout was immediate and painful; by Friday, life in the office had not yet settled down, but there was an unspoken but very present understanding that one way or another, things work out.
Given my surroundings over the last week, it would be difficult not to be introspective. (e:dragonlady7) has nailed her 95 theses on marriage to the door of the blogosphere , in which she has managed to write 1400 words of gospel truth while still completely missing the point*, which has little to do with contracts and lawyers and the importance or unimportance of the institution of marriage.
The point is, sometimes you've got to jump. You may not want to, and you may not know whether you have it in you. Maybe you'll land on your feet, maybe someone will catch you, maybe you'll land flat on your face, and maybe someone will pick you up - but sometimes there's no time to think about that until you're already taking that big swan-dive into the unknown. Close your eyes and feel the wind in your hair. Stick to your wits and trust your judgment. This is the right thing to do. Open your eyes and see the opportunities that stretch before you. This is life, and life is good.
- Z
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- I realize I'm going to get castrated for that, but it's true.
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Words: 355
Location: Buffalo, NY
Category: survey
06/20/06 09:02 - 68ºF - ID#37346
the e:strip minimeme
2. I have told my friends about my journal, and I assume that at least a couple still read it. My mom knows I have one but I advised her against reading it. I was startled to find out my cousin reads it, but he's cool. I wouldn't mind if my coworkers knew, but I would prefer if my boss did not. I do not use my real name, but I don't hide it either. I don't mention who I work for, but I assume everybody knows by now. One of my regular userpics is a real portrait of myself that one of my buddies did for me in MS Paint. Another is a cartoon cat who taught himself computer science.
3. Whoever was at the bumper sticker party.
4. I usually don't meet new people, so -- yes.
5. I have tried having threesomes with (e:strip), but (e:dragonlady7) complains that it's too 'tingly.'
6. Just (e:dragonlady7) - (e:dheitmuller) signed up so she could leave a comment, once, but I see her account has been deactivated.
7. I am from Buffalo but somehow ended up living in Kenmore.
1. None.
2. I don't use p:mobl because I kind of hate the wireless web. Either it's too small and too slow, or I buy an enormous PDA and have to deal with even worse gadget pants than I already have.
1. I have added (e:strip) to my shrinking list of favorite websites, and I usually read it at least three times a day, once each in the morning, afternoon, and evening. When I'm just reading I'll go through the new journal entries on my Google homepage; occasionally I'll be really bored and go in and wreak havoc with comments and chat.
1a. I try to read all the journals; I usually don't read the comments.
2. I think it's made me realize that Buffalo is a lot more diverse than I had originally given it credit for.
3. Writing about the interesting parts of my free time has given me something to do when I'm not doing anything interesting.
4. No.
5. Not really. I've always prefered enjoying an experience for what it is to being the asshole with the camera [or video camera]. I'm a better writer than a photographer, and I've got a pretty decent memory even when blitzed out of my mind. I've missed a lot of good photo opportunities, but (e:strip) isn't going to turn me into a camera guy.
6. Perhaps subtly. I have a slightly different tone here than in my column, and it's difficult to have different voices that don't drift towards each other. Luckily, the paper gives me an editor.
7. No. I didn't blog at all before I joined (e:strip), but I had too many good stories I wanted to tell, and (e:dragonlady7) wasn't keeping up with them on her own blog.
8. Trust me, I've seen our server logs, and there are much worse things going on at the office than me reading (e:strip) on my lunch hour. Brr.
9. N/A
- Z
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Words: 552
Location: Buffalo, NY
Category: booze
06/18/06 11:56 - 85ºF - ID#37345
demon rum
'...Did you hear anything weird last night?'
'No... why?'
'...because I think I may have poured a beer into my laptop.'
but
that does not compare
to what happened Friday night.
I started the evening by preloading in a coworker's hotel room and managed to empty a flask of Crown Royal+Yukon Jack. Then we went in a large group to an art gallery where we were given tickets for drinks. We were supposed to get two; somehow I ended up with four. It turns out that I'm the only person in the company who drinks whiskey; normally this would mean that I would be the only person to order whiskey, but such was not the case. I ended up drinking three very large glasses of whiskey on the rocks -one bourbon, one scotch, and the Crown I had ordered for myself.
Meanwhile - there is a exhibitor who has been trying unsuccessfully for a very long time to get placement in our paper. I don't know why people would read her advice column, since I couldn't stand talking to her for five minutes. At any rate, she gloms onto people - anybody, whether they're in editorial or not - especially those who work for papers she's not in. I see she's roped someone else in and I decide to spring into action. I go up to these people and say to this other woman the first thing that comes to mind, which is, inexplicably:
'Hey - your boots fucking rock!'
To my credit, they were cool boots, but what kind of degenerate just walks up to someone and compliments their boots? We talk about boots for about thirty seconds and this lady just vanishes. I'm thinking yeah, I'm a good person.
Except
i'm left
with the advice goddess.
So I'm like, hey look - that's great - but I've got to go ... refill ... my ... canapes. And I disappear into the crowd, except I can't find anybody from my company. I end up chatting with the art director of New York magazine instead. Some guy who claims to have partied with Paul Fallon in Moscow shows up and says hey, there's a party up on the 19th floor later tonight.
Eventually my people start showing up again, but it's getting late, the place is emptying out, the bar is closing, and I've still got three tickets. Make that five, after everyone's given me their leftovers. I go to the bartender, hey, what can I get for five tickets? He goes, um ... And I go, here's an empty flask. [I know, it's a long shot.] And he goes - well, what do you like? I figure, shoot for the stars, right? and I go- You got any Crown? He takes the tickets and fills the flask, all the while getting the hairy eyeball from the other bartender, and I leave with a $10 tip.
By this time, the shuttles to the hotel were no longer running, so we hire a cab. Cabbie says: where do you want to go? [In retrospect, it was a reasonable question to ask.] And we say: I dunno. And he says, I gotta take you somewhere. And we say: We're not from around here, really - we just want to go out. And he says: well, ok, where do you want to go? And I say, well, where do you hang out?
So he drops us off at the hotel, which is about two blocks from the art gallery. My one coworker [unbeknownst to the rest of us] gives him a $20 for our $3.50 fare and says keep the change. I tip him $2, and my other coworker says, I'd like to tip you but I've only got a $20. He says: [heh] I've only got eight bucks. She says: [heh] well have a good day then.
We end up at a bar near the hotel, but it's not really my scene, and my one coworker and I just kind of hang out outside and shoot the shit. Coincidentally, this is when I finish the second flask of whiskey. Eventually everyone reconvenes and we hit the streets to get back to the hotel. Except it's Juneteenth and the streets are swarming with people. Some dude goes 'Yo! Jesus!' [OK, I need a haircut.]
We finally get back to the hotel, and up to the 19th floor, and there's nothing.
except
a life-sized cardboard cutout of a 1950s-era housewife.
Mooch'd!
We take my new date to another party on the patio with a crappy 80s nostalgia band where I run into trouble with the locals. Hey! she says, what are you doing with her? I'm like: we're partying. And she's like, you can't party with her, she's cardboard! That's wrong! And I'm like, if love is wrong I don't want to be right. And she's all: that's not natural! And I'm like: I'm from New York, anything goes. She threatened to call (e:dragonlady7) . I said, don't worry about her, she's down.
The party ends. I drop off my cardboard date at the hotel room and two of my coworkers drunkenly decide to swim the [rather stagnant and nasty] Arkansas River, which runs by the hotel. [A video of this is available.] They claim to be refreshed, but the rest of us think that maybe they don't smell quite right. A bottle of vadko is passed. Someone says, why does this stuff taste like crayons? Someone else says, well, it's Fleischmann's. [Later, he says: crayons? I don't know about crayons, but that flask was filled with irish cream for about a year ... maybe I should have washed it out better.]
It was getting very late, so we called it a night.
The next day, at the Bill Clinton keynote lunch, somebody who looked very familiar sat down at our table. I'm trying not to make eye contact, but she says, 'hey, I saw you yesterday-' and I said, 'ehm, I didn't embarrass myself, did I?' and she said 'no, at the website critique...' I said, 'phew - after the critique I had a fair amount of booze and did some regrettable things...' She says, 'oh, yeah, you had the cardboard date. How did that turn out?'
- Z
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Location: Buffalo, NY
Category: work
06/16/06 09:32 - 70ºF - ID#37344
salesmen, conventioneers, rock stars
At the reception, there was free booze and fancy food, and, nestled in among the banquet of stuffed mushrooms and pork tenderloins and european cheeses-- fried chicken strips. Nice. There was also a balcony outside the reception room; the door said 'smoking permitted - but no inhaling.'*
One of my coworkers brought party favors, and all of us are now armed with parachuting army guys. We are trying to decide whether it would be more fun to drop them from the balcony of the presidential library, or the 18th floor of the hotel atrium during the procession of the ducks.
- Z
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- I spent all last night working on that one.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
Category: work
06/15/06 05:03 - 78ºF - ID#37343
get this freakin duck away from me
This is the 29th Annual Convention of the Association of Alternative Newsweeklies - the place is swarming with marxist hippie rags [that is to say: good people.] Keynote speakers this year are Gen Wesley K Clark (Ret) and Pres William J Clinton. There is going to be an enormous reception at his place tonight [that is to say: the Clinton Library] followed by all-you-can-drink booze at the office of the Arkansas Times [windows say: 'AAN UNITE TO IMPEACH'].
If you were wondering what marxist hippie rags have to talk about, here's a sampling of the classes I'm attending: 'Where Journalism Meets the Cell Phone: An Introduction to Mobile Content,' 'How Blogs Changed My Paper,' and 'Free Online Classifieds: Do They Work?'
Just listened to some embarassing stories about Old Times from the classified director, chowed down an enormous muffuletta and a couple homebrews at some joint down the street, and passed out for an hour. I feel refreshed.
- Z
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- New journal music is Tony Joe White: 'They Caught the Devil and Put Him in Jail in Eudora, Arkansas' gather:0393049001150405167
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Location: Buffalo, NY
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Be careful with the expression() syntax; it only works in IE5+, and only in Quirks Mode.
- Z
What a nice solution to use the javascript in the CSS.