Publishing your own iCal

I have a .mac account… but I don’t want to have to depend on it. The account costs about $100 a year.

The main thing I use it for is publishing my calendar (formerly I used Yahoo). So now I’m trying to solve one of the following:

  1. setting up my own server to let people view my iCal calendar
  2. sync the yahoo calendar with my local iCal

The WebDAV support for iCal only lets you upload the data… you could surf it, but it will just look like a bunch of .ics tags.

So you have to install a front-end to it, to view it online. Fortunately there is one already written called “PHP iCalendar.”

There’s some articles on doing this:

Hangin With The Doors

Will someone tell me why you can’t just put in a door you buy from the store?

It’s weird, but every door frame is slightly different. When you buy a new door (which will run you a few hundred dollars for a solid wood external door), you have to have it shaved to the exact shape and possibly have holes drilled in it for the hinges, since every set of hinges is placed slightly differently.

Seems like a good argument for metal frames. I would buy a metal door, but knocking on a metal door makes me feel like I’m living in a freezer. And incidentally someone who installs doors is referred to as a “hanger.”

No Chicken Bun For You!

I had a craving this morning for a steamed chicken bun for breakfast. Hong Kong Bakery in Mountain View has great ones… I called up ShaC and offered him one, and drove over.

Except when I got there, they didn’t have any that day. Only pork buns (which are still extremely good). Apparently the chicken supplier was flaking today… when I made a joke about Asian Bird Flu the counter girl just looked at me quizzically.

SHAC: they need to take the chickens off of egg laying duty and make them lay more buns

I don’t know why, but I’m compelled to pull apart the bun before I eat it. Maybe just to look at the stuff inside… I do this with a lot of different finger-foods.

This used to drive my roommate Richele insane. She would start screaming “STOP PICKING APART YOUR FOOD AND JUST TAKE A BITE OUT OF IT!! YOU EAT LIKE A LITTLE MONKEY!!!”