Teejay VanSlyke

Tmux is a terminal multiplexer with a more elegant configuration and more powerful feature set than GNU Screen.

The other night, I stumbled while holding my iPad and knocked my volume-up button such that it now sticks, meaning the volume indicator is now stuck on-screen.

The general consensus is that Portland is a relatively safe and tolerant city.

It's been about three months since my girlfriend and I trekked to Beaverton by bus to pick up the RV that I now call home.

I've been using Mixpanel to track user behavior on one of my projects, and sought a more elegant way to track link clicks than the track_links method the standard API provides.

March was a turbulent month for my body and mind.

I've been living out of my tiny RV for two months.

It's amusing to observe the patterns of my anxiety, as correlated with the weather and scenery.

Winds battered the side of my van through the night, perched atop a hill in Monterey County.

I awoke bright and early this morning—5:30 is the earliest I've woken up voluntarily in years.

I awoke Sunday morning to near-freezing temperatures in the parking lot of the Walmart in Yreka, California.

Today I embarked on the first leg of my journey to find America or some nice weather or whatever the hell I'm looking for barrelling down Interstate 5 at a whopping 45-65 MPH (my VW is a 4-cylinder; give me a break).

It's been about a month since I began moving my life into the tiny RV I now call home.

It's been raining and hovering around 40°F for the past two weeks straight here in Portland.

I wanted to be able to eloquently test Backbone.js event chains, so I wrote a custom matcher.

After much frustration with absymal load times on my Rails 3.1 application when running on Ruby 1.9.2, I decided it was high time to upgrade to 1.9.3 to take advantage of its new hash-based require scheme.

So I've noticed some things about my inner monologue when reading poorly-written prose: If someone misuses the word 'to' in place of 'too', my internal meter speeds up to accommodate the missing 'o'.

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My brother stumbled upon my last post, We have the capacity for renaissance, and suggested I read Seth Godin's book Linchpin.

So frequently I find myself in awe over the tools available for content creation and distribution—tools which might have cost the average worker's annual salary only a decade ago.

I was bored sitting at Stumptown today, so I decided to let out my anti-globalization rage by creating a few bumper sticker and/or poster designs.

Richard Heinberg has a wonderful paper which discusses the direness of the oil crisis, and eloquently debunks the idea that biofuels are a viable solution to our energy crisis: One factor influencing food prices arises from the increasing incentives for f…

There is no sales tax.

I was at the bank today, and sure enough, they had a television tuned to CNN.

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So much nonsense.

I’m sitting at Gimme!

It’s been awhile since I’ve managed to post.

Today was an adventure like all the others.

What I see: The 78 Bar, Glasgow I boarded the bus to Dundee with a smile on my face and eyes full of vibrant Scottish landscape.

Deerhoof will be playing at ABC Glasgow this evening at 7:00.

I am sitting aboard a train in the Liverpool Street train station, bound for Stansted Airport.

I got off the train and made my way to the check-in counter at Ryanair.

Blackfriars Bridge at sunset Sunday morning.

I’m sitting outside an Apostrophe cafe at Notting Hill Gate.

Morning.

I hopped the tube and found my way to Picadilly Circus: St.

I found a hostel in Borough called St.

London.

And so it begins!

Once upon a time… Chapter 1: Yikes!

Following up on the autobiography I found in a collection of Microsoft Works .wps document files I authored in 1994 (third or fourth grade), here’s another gem I wrote on the state of computing at the time.

And happily ever after… Once upon a time there lived a camper.

I was roaming around my media folders and came across a copy of a diskette containing several pieces of writing from third grade.

If you haven’t played with the wmii window manager and Mauricio’s ruby-wmii scripts, you need to join the revolution.

With less than three weeks’ time until I depart across the Atlantic ocean, it’s time I started planning my blog coverage of my trip.

I happened upon an interesting conversation with a Vietnam bar rat with a wet mouth and a book to say.

Software development has started down a path of no return.

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