Cool Baby Lion Pictures images

Cub and meat III

Image by Tambako the Jaguar
New picture of the cute cub enjoying some meat! The piece of meat is almost as big as him/her!

Picture taken at the zoo of Zürich.

Brave sitting cub

Image by Tambako the Jaguar
What to say? Another cute picture of a cub that can sit and pose for the camera! ;)

Picture taken at the zoo of Zürich.

My updated workspace, aka I Finally Got a Third 22" LCD

Image by creecher94
My workspace back in late 2009:
www.flickr.com/photos/42736403@N08/3934503754/in/pool-818...

After moving from the 17" and 22" to dual 22" in May 2010 and then adding the 17" back in for triple displays in October, I've finally made the jump to three 22" LCDs. The left and right panel are Acer P221Ws and the middle is an Acer AL2216W. Color is surprisingly consistent between them, the middle has just a slightly bluish tint which I can remove through callibration.

I've of course upgraded the Hackintosh that runs them as well. I've still got the Intel E6300 overclocked to 3.05GHz, but not much else is the same. In order to get dual graphics cards working with EFI injection I needed a new motherboard with dual PCIe slots, so I went with the Gigabyte GA-EP45T-USB3P with 4GB of DDR3. As far as graphics cards go, I have a 9600GT driving the middle and right panels and a 7600GT driving the left panel. The system's running 10.6.4, which I'm scared to update to 10.6.6 at risk of breaking my dual-card setup.

Other differences from the 2009 setup:
>New desk. I built this from scratch last May after getting my second 22" and realizing that I had no room left on my 4'x2' desk.
>No more laptop on my desk. Now that my desktop is a far superior machine, I keep the MacBook Pro on the dresser by my bed for late-night surfing and whatnot.
>Only one computer at my desk. I got tired of dealing with multiple machines, so I put all my resources into making the Hackintosh the best system possible, and now it does all I ask it to.
>Projector's gone. The configuration of my room doesn't really make sense for projecting. It lives in my basement now.

Oh, and the lighting. The lights behind the monitors are Lowe's uplight cans with 25 watt clear globe bulbs and the light under the desk is ropelight I attached with hooks. All 3 are hooked together to an X10 module for easy on/off and dimming.

Daytime pictures will come tomorrow. I just got the 22" LCD this evening.

By the way, I'm 16 and a Junior in high school.

Aug. 2011 Update: The Hackintosh has been upgraded to an Intel Q6600 OCd to 2.61GHz, and I'm 17 now and soon to be a Senior.

Sept. 2011 Update: Hacky now has 8GB of DDR3 1333 and is OCd to 2.79GHz. Now booting of a 2x80GB RAID0 array with ~250MB/sec max read speeds. Replaced the remaining 7xxx series video card with a second 9600GT, dual cards still work perfectly, and I can now try and update to Lion since I no longer have 7xxx series cards. (On another drive of course. Never muck up a working OS X install on a Hack!)

In the next few weeks I will be gutting a defective G5 (different from the one in the photo, my mother uses that one now) and modding it to accomodate all my Hackintosh components. I will be posting a new photo once the HackinG5 is done. I am _very_ excited for the parts to come so I can build it.

Update: "PowerHac G5" is built. Pic of the internals:
www.flickr.com/photos/42736403@N08/6157296219/in/set-7215...

Moving some things on the desk around this weekend and I'll have an updated workspace pic to post sometime next week.

The Man Behind the Hand

Image by Keoni Cabral
Friend took this picture of me with my camera. Wanting to float free, I then chopped, blended and stirred it into what you see. And what you see is not what you get. And so that you don't forget. Me. I'll save you a click on Flick, for the mile high profile behind the man. And the hand . . .

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TYPE O-riginal hybrID:

[ this is NOT a typo, this is NOT A TEST, do NOT turn off your broadcast reception system ]


- Ocean bred > Hawaii roots, San Diego branches.
- English is my 2nd language. I do not have a 1st.
- Though monolingual (UN counting Pacific Islander Pidgin English), I do understand 'Somewhere In the Middle', 'Black & White', 'Gray', and of course, the much maligned and classically misunderstood 'Nonsensical', appreciating its DNA duality of simple / deep destruction of the allusive illusory. Translation: Skilled in Confusion Milked Past illUsion.
- Thanks to an attention spent deficiting the Unknown for decades, my vocabulary is limited to 300 words. Endlessly interchanged in intergalactic ways skooled and tooled illegal in an Alieny kinda way.
- I am NOT selfish because I have not made babies (yet) that I know of [note: unoriginal, obligatory 10 macho points just made]. I am selfish because I sell fish. That smells like B.S. (B.eyond S.imple). And I spend too much time on it. And I believe it. My own. And I own it. All thanks to 1 year. In kindergarten (mahalo Ms. Nishimura; even if you never married me). And thanks to Being 66 at Age 6. Disclaimer: DON'T try this at home. This is done by PROFESSionals in controlled settings.
- I am not NOT a professional.
- If ever I reach for a Ph.D, the cover page of my thesis will read: 'WHATEVER' by Keo 101.
- I once asked a woman if she had any children. She said, "No." To which I replied, "That you know of." She did NOT laugh.


DABBLING IN: Spoken Word poetry, abstract painting, corniness, photography, word creation, and dream manipulation. 2Infinity. Being my zip-code. Being. Zipped by this load.

Sip on this Bonus Bio Code:

Creatures great and small. Smiles churched upside down. Homeless on the town. Stereotypes gowned clown. Grown ups playing house on co-op'd playground. Grounded caffeinated spirituality Gone Wild. A lifetime pledge to NEVER utter the word beseech; cause I hate Shakespeare. Though I love pears. Though I hate spears; though I have fave'd at least 4 songs by one Britney Spears. Just when we were going Somewhere, politics neutered by The Decaf Party. Discussions drowned in skin toned striations versed red, Right and blues. EQUALs All things obsessing me via 24/7 hues. Smellin' of 7-Eleven booze; Colt 45 coated like (un) Reality T-V scripted in oxyMoron, slavin' like oxyCotton repurposed to cut off Peter's tale. Till you turn it off. Then you till it, then you kill it - - the machinated, media fertilized seeds dug Machine Jonesin' deep, The Dream we collectively keep. Layin' an ILLusion lyin' lion that makes me oh so WEep. Don't even get me started; less you have the minutes of 100 Monopoly games. Less you're ready to give up Boardwalk 100x without even tryin.' Less you're ready for fryin' of your mindin' by my free flowin' stream of consciousness rhymin.' I'm just sayin.'

And what I'm sayin' is: that I'm dangerous. to myself and Otherz. Because Cuz, let me break it down and boldly yell: BORED I DO NOT GET. Including staring at a blanco wall. Both a blessin' & Double D downfall (believe me, you don't want it). Thoughts kite flyin' border f-r-e-e, limited only by this vessel called Me. Results of which I'll only truly see in divinity; a mysterY where I can finally just . . . Be. Hopefully.

Until that fate, eye create.

Vultures on carcus

Image by Lorraine R
This picture shows Vultures on a baby Hippo carcus, that was killed by Lions at waterhole previous day....