Disable iTerm 2’s animation display

Thanks to HackerNews user shabble, here’s a trick to be able to delay iTerm 2’s annoying animation display:

defaults write com.googlecode.iterm2 HotkeyTermAnimationDuration -float 0.00001

It’s done wonders for making it feel more responsive. Now, if only I could disable the animation delay for switching between spaces on the Mac …

“The Homely Mutt”

Steve Losh has an extensive and easy to understand post on working through the install of mutt, offlineimap, notmuch, and just about everything you would want to know about the subject.

Now that Sparrow is effectively dead many of its users will be looking for a new email client. If you’re not afraid of the terminal you may want to give Mutt a try.

While he’s inspired me to combine all my email to a single address, and simply not care which account responds to the message, after using mutt cold turkey for a day, I simply can’t do it. On days like tonight, with the Presidential Debate in full swing, pressing “o” to refresh my mail every 2 minutes simply doesn’t work. For my needs, right now, Sparrow is just fine. Let’s hope it stays that way.

The first box I opened was so filled with onionskin copies of Ben’s correspondence …

The first box I opened was so filled with onionskin copies of Ben’s correspondence that its sides were bowed. I pulled one of the folders at random and came across a 1977 letter to Katharine Graham, then the Post’s publisher:

Dear Mrs. Graham:

Messrs. Eugene Meyer and Philip L. Graham must be turning over in their graves because of the way you are dragging down what used to be a wonderful newspaper.

In my humble opinion, I think the persons really responsible for the Washington Post’s decline are Benjamin C. Bradlee and Philip L. Geyelin.

Beneath it was Ben’s response:

Dear Mr. Dodderidge:

Your letter to Mrs. Graham reminded me of the story about W. C. Fields sitting with a drink in his hand in his garden one afternoon.

His secretary interrupted him repeatedly to tell him that a strange man wanted to see him and refused to say what he wanted to see him about. Finally Fields told his secretary to give the man “an equivocal answer—tell him to go fuck himself.

The Red Flag in the Flowerpot