twitterblog lets me take a twitter time line and directly dump it into my typepad blog.

There were a couple of limitations of the original software, which are now fixed, and on top of which I added a couple of new features.

So the new features are the ability to specify the title from the command line with the –T option and the ability to specify an end time for a time line so you print out the tweets from 4 days ago, and only four days ago using the –e option.

I also fixed a bug related to how tweets that contained non-ascii characters were being treated. Normally twitter returns nothing but text, but if the text contains UTF-8, the rather simplistic parser I had would puke.

Now if I detect an error while parsing, I’ll do something semi-intelligent, but at least no longer crash.

Python continues to impress with it’s syntax and it’s wealth of libraries.

I saw 8 CPU’s in Windows 7 viewer and that was just cool. Almost 10 years ago I thought it was super cool that I had an Octane as a workstation with TWO processors, and here I am with my new shiny laptop and it has EIGHT.

That’s cool.

First it was the Brian Boucher comment: Finally Brian gets his gold medal. Like really dude, we know you beat him. We know it. And yes we’re bitter as Canadians that Brian came in second twice.

Then it was the comment on Ice-Dancing: I’ve been around the sport of ice-dancing my whole career, but I’ve never understood it.

well at least that one I can get behind.

The German racer, Anna Friesinger-Postma,  bonked, pulled a muscle, who knows, but she was failing with one lap left to go. And then with no gas left in the tank she fell on the ice and hurtled herself towards the finish line.

She falls on the ice and slides into the finish line.

Convinced she had blown it for her team she was on the ice pounding her hand onto the rink in frustration. She didn’t even bother to look at the result, because she knew they had lost. She knew she had failed her team. And the team was also convinced that they had lost.

But no. She had managed to cross the line just before the Americans … And her absolute determination to cross that line at all costs had paid off.

From heaven to hell in 5 seconds.

The data the was the basis of the study is here.

http://pewsocialtrends.org/assets/pdf/millennials-confident-connected-open-to-change.pdf

What I found amazing was that I was 87% millenial. Given that I was born 10 years before the millennial generation

Uh no.

There isn’t just some research out there, there is a body of research on the topic.

There is a field. I found this thesis which concentrates on a subset of the co-efficients  that affect the performance of skii’s.

http://epubl.luth.se/1402-1757/2006/03/LTU-LIC-0603-SE.pdf

I’m sorry.

I didn’t realize. Waxing at the Olympic level requires a Ph.D..

The countries with the deepest research departments, and the best athletes have a decided edge.

Wow.

On the one hand, we have Plushenko executing maneuvers that no one else did, but was flawed.

On the other hand, we have Evan Lysacek who executed the maneuvers he could execute, perfectly.

And then the debate emerges.

Was attempting flawed stronger moves more valuable than executing safe moves perfectly?

The scoring encourage perfection at the expense of experimentation.

Which is unfortunate and sad.

But ultimately, winning an event is about optimizing for the rules that are presented to you, not to argue that the rules are wrong…

So I agree with Plushenko, but Lysacek deserved to win.

She could have called it quits.

But nope, she didn’t.

She came in third claiming bronze.

With four FUCKING BROKEN RIBS.

I’ve broken a rib.

It hurts like a bitch.

The idea that she could compete at a level necessary to claim a medal, is unreal.

So I am a wimp. Petra Majdic is not.

And the announcer says: in previous events we’ve seen how weird things can happen. All she has to do is focus. And you know not do what Jacobellis did.

Damn.

Poor Jacobellis. her life is permanently tied to a singular event with no hope for redemption.

I feel for her.

I don’t understand the details of the sport.

But I do know greatness when I see it. Yevegny Plushenko put o a performance that was qualitatively better than anything I had seen before.

It was like greatness on ice.

And what was amazing was to hear the reaction of the announcers.

The announcer’s reaction was: Ah-ah-ah… aie – aie – aie ..

He was stammering …

The guy is a legend and is legendary.