Daniel Reetz

Great work here – I’m really excited to see his software comparison matrix.

Have a Brother HL2270DW laser printer. Great printer, except that the starter cartridge lasted a measly 210 pages.

First, I tried this. Which didn’t work.
Then I ordered these inexpensive replacement cartridges from Amazon. Wish me luck.
Then I found this solution, which works. The post, originally by Phiolle, says:

Please do the following steps to reset the toner sensor.

- Open the front cover and leave open while completing the following steps.
- Turn the printer off.
- Hold the ‘go’ button while turning the printer on. All lights should be on.
- Release the ‘go’ button (or “start’ button).
- Press the ‘go’ button (or “start’ button) 2 times.
- Pause. All panel lights should be on.
- Press the ‘go’ button (or “start’ button) 5 times.
The toner light should be off. (error may be flashing)
The paper light should be on or flashing.
- Close cover. The ready light should be the only light on.

It works. Quoted here for posterity and google-ability.

Night is rarely so revealing as with light. 

The total combination space of a new lock is huge – orders of magnitude, exponents. Log scales. Billion combinations. But a code never changed wears itself in. Specular reflection will buy you access when even the heat of a hand has faded.

Opened up a television today and found this “User Manual”. I was surprised at the sheer number of languages represented. In an age of smartphones, there should be a single block of digital data in the middle that auto-translates to all possible grammars. And a human-readable, machine-translatable text version from a single ur-language like Mandarin or English.

I can see a strong case for a new breed of diacritical mark – one that helps machines disambiguate difficult grammar.

2012 is, roughly speaking, over.

It was equal parts sunset and surprise.

I learned about wishing. About wanting.

About flying high. 

Crashing hard,

Burning mistakes.

About the meaning of preparedness; about always being ready. 

About homecoming.

But I couldn’t expect this; my expectations were too low.

Blame that on a lot of things, most of all myself.

But the flip side of blame is credit. I wear the marks to show it.

Yes, I made this happen, a few hundred times.

And this.

And this.

And this. 

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

Yeah, I can claim credit for a lot of things. But what is the value of this -

Without this?

I thought I knew, but – I didn’t. Couldn’t.

I thought I knew about ties.

About family.

About partnership.

Not really. Turns out it was all better than I expected. Easier. Faster. Clearer.

With enough lensing,

enough vision,

some dumb luck, and a sixth sick sense of enjoyment,

multiplied by endless

choices,

the messy, pricey bounty


of

the Big City

we made a time

and a place

special to more than just us.

Justice, self served, soft-served

with a knife

on ice

and shared aims

coming together

over sunset.

Parents.

Sister, Nephews,

Brothers,

Friends,

Inspirations,

Muses,

Yeah, Friends,

It was great.

Better than I expected. Deeper.

Bigger hauls.

Better visuals.

Smarter projects.

Louder sounds.

More saturated sunsets.

Bigger love.

Yes.