Nerds @ palmdrive

This is a personal website. Don't ask too much, you won't get too much. This website is intended to become usefull, or maybe just cool one day. Unfortunately (for the website) I got twins a few years ago and am therefore busy with other more impatient stuff. Don't get me wrong, babies are a blessing. It's just that they require a little attention from time to time and have to share my free time with the various websites I am working on.

In terms of hosting, I went for the cheapest option: My garage. My DSL line is proudly offering you a 1MB upload capability. So yes, it is a bit slow, and a slashdotting will just kill it off.

On the left, you see the main menu. You can click on the various items.

• Guestbook. Who doesn't know what a guestbook is? You can write feedback there.
• Tools. Two tools as of today:
  • Units: Want to convert temperature, length, area, volume or mass between metric and us/imperial systems? This page has been specifically designed for you.
  • Calendar: Allow you to put alerts on a specified day and receive notifications two and one week before, the day before and the due day.
• Video. As of today, a couple of tests of MPEG encoders (MPEG-2 and MPEG-4).
• Shopping. A collection of my best and worst shopping experience in the SF Bay Area.
• User-Agent. A small piece of code provided for free, to detect Browser and OS out of a User-Agent String.
• Garbage. All the stuff I didn't know where to put. Links, mostly. And all the old pages in this site that are most likely not going to be maintained anytime soon and is not directly relevant to anything I want to do with this site.
• Visits. This free counter is provided by Web Counter

I often think that he's the only one of us who's achieved immortality.
I don't mean in the sense of fame and I don't mean that he won't die
some day.  But he's living it.  I think he is what the conception
really means.  You know how people long to be eternal.  But they die
with every day that passes.  When you meet them, they're not what you
met last.  In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves.  They
change, they deny, they contradict -- and they call it growth.  At the
end there's nothing left, nothing unreversed or unbetrayed; as if there
had never been an entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and
out of an unformed mass.  How do they expect a permanence which they have
never held for a single moment?  But Howard -- one can imagine him
existing forever.
					-- Steven Mallory