MiniMo(zilla) coming to a cell phone near you

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I thought Asa was going to beat me to the punch with these photos. Here are a couple of photos of MiniMo on a cell phone and PDA taken on my camera by Doug or Asa, not sure who. Anyhow, it’s very cool and can’t wait for us (well, dougt) to get this out to people. A very rich browser experience on a PDA or cell phone is going to be interesting for both content developers and consumers. The form factor of cell phones and PDAs definitely presents a challenge, but you can see it’s not too shabby in these two photos. Having access to the web via these devices is convenient and may prove invaluable.
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**Update**
Even more photos of MiniMo in action. Just in case you can’t get enough…

**Another Update**
MiniMo project can be found here: http://www.mozilla.org/projects/minimo/

It’s a stripped down browser only product ala Firefox. This is a Windows CE port and also works on Familiar Linux and Symbian. Maybe others on the way, not sure. This is based on Gecko 1.8 off the trunk so fairly recent.

Firefox and Thunderbird Deployment Resources

This is an unofficial draft and set of links and instructions for deploying Firefox and Thunderbird. Note that companies are already deploying Firefox and Thunderbird and others are writing up the documentation and building the tools out to support it. I’ll be consolidating the resources here, and then publish on mozilla.org when ready.

Also note that Mozilla.org is focused on end user consumers (home users) and we are NOT at this time doing enterprise customer support or deployments. Supporting enterprises is HARD because everyone does something a little different and want x or y feature or x level of support. That takes up a lot of resources and we’ll need to rely on consultants, and internal IT staff, etc. who already do this.

That said, there are features in Firefox and Thunderbird that are enterprise friendly and companies that are large enough have the resources to support themselves in deployment. Certainly other companies are able to provide customer and deployment support.

  • Lock settings such as homepage, proxy and many others in Firefox
  • Set defaults on many settings within Firefox
  • Create a profile on user first usage
  • And feature list ever growing (already on way to same feature-completeness as IE’s Group Policy setting features)
  • Firefox .msi builds (for testing only, give me feedback)
  • More tools and documentation to come.

    Is our house too blue?

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    Here are some more photos.

    We need some help here. We just painted our house a “post card perfect” blue. We need a second opinion.

    – Is the house too blue and repaint, or should we keep this color?

    The reason we ask is that it seems to be a very bright blue and it doesn’t really match the neighborhood, it stands out a bit.

    But we have gotten some compliments from neighbors, but they could also be trying to be nice.

    BMW X3

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    I love writing about this car, more for the image than anything. I emailed the people at Weatherford BMW. I guess they can get me one of these for $38k. Can’t wait to get it but still need to wait to finish (re)-painting the house, some other external house work, and I still have to pay taxes too.

    Joy.

    Ode to a Cool Sister

    Ode to a Cool Sister

    Cezanne and his workshop,
    two sunny eggs pierced with a fork,
    at Pugsleys and “there” killer blueberry muffins
    served in a red basket with a large pat of butter.

    Across the country and back three many times
    I knew I shouldn’t have had that pork cutlet
    and that cheddar cheese ice cream with corn bits.

    An educated fool with money on my mind.
    It didn’t work out with me an your mom.
    Bonjour tous le monde, bonjour. Wait,
    I don’t speak French. Or do I.
    To the East Fabrice. To the tire swings we’ll meet.

    Those coupons are expired. Fuck, shit,
    why don’t you go read a book. And while “your”
    at it, get me some pudding. And a pair of Doc Martens
    with some clotted cream. Is it soft? Peut-�tre.

    Victoria Falls, Turkey, Israel, Thailand,
    well I’ve been to South Carolina, Myrtle Beach
    Damn it, I need to rest. Can you wait?
    I’m scared. There are no handrails at the steps
    of Rome. Suck it up ‘ol man. So how many toes
    do you have?

    Some birds aren’t meant to be caged while some birds
    vanish like a fart in the wind. Get busy living. Wish
    I could come with you. You’re only 34. I think.

    sometimes

    Sometimes

    Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
    from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost;
    green thrives; the crops don’t fail.
    Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

    A people sometimes will step back from war,
    elect an honest man, decide they care
    enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
    Some men become what they were born for.

    Sometimes our best intentions do not go
    amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
    The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
    that seemed hard frozen; may it happen to you.

    –Sheenagh Pugh

    Sunshine

    In the middle of
    a chilly-warm Spring downpour,
    he blossoms
    tall and eagle-eyed in the sky
    raining sol onto my skin,
    petals of light, licking
    the cold bottoms of my feet,
    warmth that rises
    to heat the wings that lift me up
    buzzing, buzzing
    near the branches of waking cherry trees.
    He tickles aching buds
    that burst
    with joyful laughter.
    His light is the loving kiss
    of possession
    that turns my breath
    to happy song.
    More priceless than still life,
    precious as once-given gifts,
    this sudden shower
    of god-like sunshine.

    – KA

    cientos poemas del amor como prometí

    Number 1

    Tell me you love me because you know you do.
    Rain reminds me of that night,
    a struggle to say a few simple words
    the rhythm of your tears on my chest matched
    the rain drops on the earth.

    Tell me you love me because you know you do.
    I see those words etched through the shadow
    of my face, behind those brown eyes
    Have you not been loved before?
    Don’t you know what it means?

    Tell me you love me because you know you do.
    The smell of you gives me comfort.
    Inhale. Inhale and breathe you in so there’s nothing
    left in me. Let my skin smell like you.

    Tell me you love me because you know you do.
    I shout for the third time. Clutching you safe.
    Shaking, trusting, not knowing, out of place.
    What’s the answer? What do I say?
    Say nothing and he will go away. But he’s not leaving.

    Tell me you love me because you know you do.
    I love you. And I love you too.

    Number 2

    Number 2

    A basket of orchids and a poem,
    not mine someone else’s words
    who can honor you the way I wish I could.
    Too afraid to say how I feel.

    A long basket from home,
    to carry three stems of cymbidium
    the most fragrant I could afford.

    Whispers as you stroll through the large halls
    with your basket now covered
    no one carries baskets anymore.

    The “Risks” poem

    Risks
    To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
    To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
    To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
    To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
    To place your dreams, ideas before a crowd is to risk their loss.
    To love is risk not being loved in return.
    To live is to risk dying.
    To hope is to risk despair.
    To try is to risk failure.

    But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
    The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.
    They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.
    Chained by their certitudes, they are a slave: they have forfeited their freedom.

    Only a person who risks is truly free.

    — Anonymous (?)

    I got this poem the summer of ’93 I believe, a turning point Summer for me when I also went to the Philippines for the first time since immigrating to the US in 1981. Paper is neat, I still have my original print out from way back then.