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June 30, 2003

Taking the day off

If you're one of my regular iChat buddies, you've probably noticed that I'm not around. About 11:30AM this morning, I called my boss and told him I was taking the rest of the day off.

The fact is, I haven't had a single day in the past couple of months where work hasn't occupied at least part of the day. Every Saturday, every Sunday, the one or two vacation days between here and there: Every single fucking day I've had something to do that couldn't wait until later to get done.

I love my job. I feel like I was born to do it. I can't think of anything I'd rather get paid to do more that isn't illegal in most Western countries. But enough is enough.

The sad fact is, I'm not getting out and enjoying myself. I'm taking care of the shit that's been piling up while I've been working endless hours: Taking the trash to the dump. Paying overdue excise tax on the van. Renewing the van's registration. Returning an old license plate to the Registry for a vehicle I haven't owned in a year and a half. Picking up a prescription for Bob. Shit like that.

It's a beautiful day out: Sunny and in the low 80s. Wish I could enjoy it.

Irony defined

NY Times, A Safer System for Home PC's Feels Like Jail to Some Critics (emphasis mine):

"We think this is a huge innovation story," said Mario Juarez, Microsoft's group product manager for the company's security business unit. "This is just an extension of the way the current version of Windows has provided innovation for players up and down the broad landscape of computing."

June 27, 2003

Friday Five Time

I can't believe it, but it's time for another edition of the Friday Five.

1. How are you planning to spend the summer [winter]?

Working, for the most part.

2. What was your first summer job?

Honest to God, I can't remember. I remember that the first *real* job I had was working part-time in High School at this company called Bancware. They made banking software. It was great experience.

3. If you could go anywhere this summer [winter], where would you go?

There aren't any major events happening this summer that I'm really *dying* to watch or be part of, to be honest. But I'd love to travel to Europe in the summer.

4. What was your worst vacation ever?

You know, maybe the caffeine hasn't settled in yet or maybe I'm just being retarded this morning, but I can't remember having a thoroughly awful vacation. I do remember a time when I took off for a weekend when I was a teenager -- I had my own car and my two friends and I thought it would be a brilliant idea to drive up to Montreal. It was a comedy of errors: None of us had any cash; our bankcards wouldn't work with any of the ATMs we found; and on the way back we got into an accident.

5. What was your best vacation ever?

Well, I was living in California at the time and took a week off for my 21st birthday and came back to Boston, so I could drink in all the places I'd been carded in during my youth. My mom let me cash in her frequent flyer miles for the plane ticket so I had a fair amount of cash to work with. I spent the week romancing Bonnie, whom I'd known for a while but never met. It was expensive and indulgent, in retrospect, but it was great.

Do not call

About half a year ago or so I started payed for call blocking through Verizon. It's a feature that makes it impossible for companies or individuals who block their caller ID information from talking with me without jumping through a couple of hoops. While it might be inconvenient for my father and my daughter's best friend, the net result is that the phone went silent between the hours of 4-8 every night -- no more telemarketers.

Shortly thereafter, the state of Massachusetts offered its own do not call registry -- registering your phone number on this service likewise prevented telemarketers in the state of Mass. from contacting us.

Now the last piece of the puzzle has gone into place. The FTC today implemented Donotcall.gov, a national registry that's good for five years, apparently.

Of course, the government-made Web site to register is a bucketload of chicken-fried ASS running off active server pages, but that's another story.

June 26, 2003

iSight telephony

I really, really want my Mac to be a telephone.

I realize it's a bit inelegant -- an entire Mac to serve the same purpose as an itty bitty phone. But I see some real benefits, like integration with contact management, call tracking database and more.

It's already been established that Apple's new iSight Webcam for iChat AV works with apps other than iChat AV, so I'm desperately hoping that someone out there is working on something to make this happen.

iChat AV

Apple's new iChat AV is already cool as hell, even in its public preview form. Shortly after downloading it and installing it, I was chatting with folks over audio using the built-in mic on my PowerBook.

I have a Canon Elura DV video camera that gets precious little exercise, so I hooked that up, and it works like a charm. Although it seems like some manual tweaking of the bit rate comes in handy for reliable connections, I'm amazed by how well it works and how clearly the pictures come in.

It is, as usual, the attention to detail that grabs me. For example, when I started up a video chat with my friend David this afternoon, I was listening to iTunes. iChat AV told iTunes to pause, then unpaused when the chat was finished.

This is cool.

The G5 is pretty

Without actually being in San Francisco this week at WWDC, I've talked with numerous individuals who have; I've sought their opinions and I've scoured over every news release and tech spec and image and QuickTime movie and media nugget I can find.

I know there's been a lot of comments thrown back and forth about the new appearance of the Power Mac G5. Some people think it's ugly. Some people think it's beautiful. Some have likened it to a cheese grater; others have called it an exercise in Bauhaus-style minimalism.

I just think it's frickin' beautiful, myself.

Apple has this design theme apparent throughout the product line where form follows function. What's jarring to some about the Power Mac G5 is just hard Apple has drawn that line. Jonathan Ive at Apple has explained that they focused a lot of effort to minimize every aspect of the box's design to what was absolutely necessary in terms of functionality, while similarly trying to make it easy to work on and use.

From what I've seen, I think they've succeeded admirably without losing what makes an Apple product uniquely an Apple product. There are little embellishments, like integrating power couplings into the fan design itself so there are no bare wires hanging out inside the case, or imprinting instructions for how to install RAM on the inside of the case, that show a user-centric philosophy.

Anyone who's a fan of Bang & Olufsen's industrial design needs absolutely no convincing of the truth of this tenet: Sometimes a minimal design is the most beautiful and effective.

Santorum can come out of the closet

Well, at least it's safe for Corey and me to move to Texas now.

June 25, 2003

G5 parody goodness

KRS Juan at Caps Get Peeled is having fun taking the piss out of the G5, in loving ways. I think my fave is the G5 Daikon Grater

Like a herd of buffalo

Day one of the kids being home was okay. Grandma took Bob and James for the afternoon and Bonnie brought Emme to some American Girl monthly gathering at the Barnes and Noble.

Today, though, the kids were home. And, despite the beautiful weather, indoors for most of the day.

My office is directly below the living room. So almost continuously from about 8:30 to about 3:00, when they took off to run an errand, it sounded like a herd of buffalo were thundering overhead, occasionally broken with the shrill screams and yells of elementary school and pre-school aged children in various stages of distress.

This is what I expect war sounds like from an underground bunker.

June 24, 2003

On the G5 spec controversy

When I was a yute, I had a friend who was a real gearhead. We both had late-model Ford Mustangs, and he spent most of his time trying to eke every last bit of horsepower from his. When he bought it, it had a four-banger with a four-speed manual tranny and weak, baldass tires. Within a few months or a year he'd junked the drivetrain and replaced it with a 5.0 liter HO V8 drivetrain he'd recovered from a wreck. He'd put on wide rims with fat tires and a stiff suspension, and new bucket seats.

He'd also turned it into the most uncomfortable, obnoxiously loud, painful-riding car I'd ever seen. Not only did it attract unwanted attention with its throaty roar, but going over speedbumps and potholes was akin to sitting on a landmine. You'd get shaken and jostled from your seat, violently enough to make your stomach lurch.

It taught me an important lesson about specs. They don't tell the whole story. That's sort of how I feel about this whole Power Mac G5 thing.

It was only a few seconds after Apple announced its Power Mac G5 that a controversy erupted over Apple's claim of having the world's fastest personal computer. Naysayers -- some just regular civilians, some industry experts and analysts, too -- claim that Apple has manipulated the numbers to make the G5 seem faster than it really is compared to Intel-based hardware.

I can understand why Apple felt the pressure to make the claim. Its Power Mac sales have been in the toilet for several quarters. People have complained about the anemic processor speeds of the G4 and the relative impotence of the machine next to Pentium-based computers, even for doing the creative pro stuff Apple is known for.

Apple is counting on its own formidable PR mechanism and the raw sexiness of the new kit to drive pro sales for at least the next six months -- in fact, it's going to have to, since these machines aren't going to ship until at least the end of August, and more likely early September, at least in any sort of quantity.

But all this is beside the point, as is the tempest-in-a-teacup regarding Apple's veracity of its "fastest personal computer" claim. The bottom line is this: On any level, the new G5 is shitloads faster than the G4s it replaces.

This is a Good Thing.

June 23, 2003

Ugh.

Waves of nausea are cascading over me, and my hands are shaking. I think I'm going to puke. I either have the flu or I'm a complete panic about WWDC coverage.

June 21, 2003

Friday Five, belated

I knew I forgot to do something yesterday.

1. Is your hair naturally curly, wavy, or straight? Long or short?

What is this, some kind of sick fucking joke?

Straight.

2. How has your hair changed over your lifetime?

We divorced. Irreconcilable differences.

3. How do your normally wear your hair?

What hair? I shave it. Regularly.

4. If you could change your hair this minute, what would it look like?

In my early 20s it because patently obvious to me that I had male pattern baldness. If I could change my genetic makeup and have thick, luxurious and longer hair, I would.

I'd love to have my older son's hair. His hair is thick, straight and soft -- teddy bear fur, I call it. He hates it when I say that. He doesn't realize how lucky he is to have hair like that, but I think he'll figure it out once the hormones kick in.

5. Ever had a hair disaster? What happened?

I got a top perm once. It was the 80s. I was experimenting.

June 20, 2003

Seen and not heard

I feel about Web pages like past generations feel about children -- see the title of this rant if further elucidation is necessary. If you're embedding MIDI files in your Web pages, for the love of God, stop it.

My wife hits a very different set of Web sites than I do. I usually keep to tech and news pages -- places where common sense dictates that you don't put something as schmalzy as a MIDI file on a Web page. She, however, has a tendency towards Web sites that involve parenting or other stuff that, for some reason, is created by Web page authors who think MIDI files are a good idea.

A) MIDI files generally sound like ass unless they're being routed through thousands of dollars' worth of sequencing equipment.

B) The people who embed MIDI files in Web pages invariably have shit-sucking taste in music. It's always crap like "Wind Beneath My Wings" or "The Greatest Love of All" that gets the MIDI treatment -- never "Hooker with a Penis" or "Like a Stone."

C) MIDI files can make even good music sound like shit. Because they're not being played or produced by anyone with an actual feeling for how the music should sound.

So usually, a few times a week, the relative quiet of our family room will be broken by the tinny wail of some adult contemporary crapola blasting from the SoundSticks connected to Bonnie's G4. And inevitably, she's shut it off as soon as I shriek, "What the hell IS that garbage?"

"I think it was Where Does My Heart Beat Now?, but don't hold me to it..."

NWN Tech Demo

240MB / 15 minutes of play time = bad download / fun ratio.

June 19, 2003

Orrin Hatch...

... is a fucking idiot. God, this just makes me spitting mad.

First of all, I'd like to know what sort of half-assed science fiction scheme this jackass has been pitched that will "destroy" computers if pirated content is downloaded to them. Are we going to target the fucking things with Star Wars satellite lasers and blast them? Are we going to send Agent Smith through the phone lines to Jiu-Jitsu Johnny's Dell XPS into smithereens if he downloads a ripped copy of Christina Aguilera's latest single?

It's the latest appalling example of a lawmaker who really has no fucking idea how technology works in the real world or, for that matter, how it's being used. It sounds like Hatch has been reading Internet spam-memes about protecting your computer from viruses that perform n-stage regression tests on your hard drive that magically cause it to implode, or other fanciful buckets of crap.

You know, let's just say for a moment that Hatch's crackpot scheme is somehow brought from the fantasy world to the real one (the one where people in Congress DON'T live, in other words), is deployed, and computers around the world start blowing up when pirated stuff gets copied to them. Sure, a billion and a half pac-rim residents are going to insist on nuking the state of Utah in retaliation, but who's REALLY going to get hurt?

The folks who would end up suffering would be the people who casually pirate stuff, either because they're ignorant of the law, stupid, or just don't care. Kids and young adults who don't fully understand the consequences of their actions. If their computers were destroyed, who'd end up paying to replace them? Who else -- their parents.

I love the comment from the RIAA spokesman who said that Hatch was making "a metaphorical point." Right. Here's another metaphor to work with: Orrin Hatch is an asshat.

June 18, 2003

The van, again

Well, I drove the van back home from the mechanic's, a day and a half later (and $300 poorer) than when I started. The guy who worked on it, who sounded authoritative enough, told me that the problem was in a faulty ignition module that prevented the engine's spark plugs from firing correctly. I got home without stalling, so I considered that I good start.

I guess I'll keep my eyes on it for a few days and see how well it does. Can't say I'm entirely comfortable yet, however.

June 17, 2003

The fuckin' van

I hate car payments for several very legitimate reasons:

A) I'm trying to make ends meet for a family of five on a single income and frankly just can't afford them right now.

B) I have a very poor credit rating (thanks in part to a personal bankruptcy a few years ago) and can't get good lending rates.

C) The only time I financed a car, it was around the time of circumstance B) and it got repo'd. So I have a bad taste in my mouth about the whole thing.

So every couple of years, I get a bit of cash, beg, borrow or steal from relatives, call in favors, and buy junkers, drive them into the ground, and keep on going. I don't think my stomach lining can take much more of this, though, because the family vehicle broke down again today.

So we have this '89 Ford Aerostar not unlike this one (except it's blue) that I bought for a song about 18 months ago when our previous car died. The director of my daughter's preschool took pity on us; she'd wanted to trade it in for something better, so she sold it to us for less than she probably could have gotten on a trade-in.

I love the size of this van. It's an XLT model, which means that it has room for seven passengers and plenty of space for cargo too. It's only a few inches shy of a Chevy Suburban for length. It's costly to operate in terms of fuel consumption -- generally between 18-20MPG -- and not the most luxurious ride out there, but Bonnie and I both love the space.

If I consider what this vehicle cost to buy and maintain, and amortize that amount over 18 months, it turns out that I spend more on my phone bill every month than I do on my van. I don't really feels like the Aerostar "owes" me anything. It's decrepit, however.

There's body rot running along the wheel wells and underneath the slider on the passenger's side, where the kids egress. This rust got a lot worse after we got the van, as it had lived most of its previous life safely ensconced in a garage. The A/C doesn't work, and is too expensive to refit with non-Freon based refrigerant to be a worthwhile endeavor. It burns (and leaks) a bit of oil. In the wintertime, the transmission slips when it's cold.

I've asked those who know about Aerostars of this vintage what I can do. And they've told me that outside of rebuilding the engine and transmission, not a hell of a lot -- and with the car rusting out from underneath, I'm not really inclined to sink a lot more money into it. It shudders and shakes harshly at high speeds; I suspect it's also badly in need of some suspension and alignment work, and definitely requires a new pair of front tires. For the combined cost of all that work, I could easily buy this van over again.

So far, it's broken down on me three times: Twice with overheating problems, and once this morning. It cut out as I was driving back from Yarmouth, and stalled. I got it restarted and drove it another mile, and it died again, and this time didn't restart. I had to have it towed to Hyannis -- only a couple of miles -- to have a mechanic look at it.

Sometime after the last overheating experience, which occurred in February, I began to get worried. That worry hasn't gone away, and it gets worse every time I get in the van and take it someplace. "Will it break down again, this time?" I ask myself. "What's that noise? Is that a new problem, bump or shudder?" So, driving has gone from a fairly enjoyable recreational activity and a necessary endeavor to an exercise in paranoia and fear.

If it was just my car, I'd probably just deal with it. But the problem is it's the family car. It's what Bonnie carts the kids to and from special activities in. It's what she takes out when she wants to bring our neighbor shopping. That implies a certain reliability or a certain dependability, or at least a certain self-reliance on us to fix it when things break down, which neither she nor I possess.

So, I face this conundrum: I can't afford a new car and don't want to keep fixing this thing. What should I do?

June 16, 2003

In threes, I tell you!

Remember last week, how I mentioned that celebrity deaths always happen in threes?

I told you so.

June 15, 2003

Psycho bins

We have three blue containers for recycling products on our porch. We've more or less segregated them into three different categories: One's for newspapers and magazines; one's for chipboard like cereal boxes, egg cartons and other products; and the last is for aluminum, plastic and glass. We call them the Recycling Bins.

James is fond of helping us with dropping miscellaneous products in the recycle bins. Only problem is, he can't quite pronounce "recycle."

So, he calls them the "psycho bins."

June 13, 2003

El cinco de viernes

Once again, time has arrived for the Friday Five:

1. What's one thing you've always wanted to do, but never have?

Skydiving.

2. When someone asks your opinion about a new haircut/outfit/etc, are you always honest?

Sweet Jeebus, no. Momma didn't raise no fool.

3. Have you ever found out something about a friend and then wished you hadn't? What happened?

Yeah. Corey and the whole Warhammer thing. I'm still trying to make peace with myself about it. So is *he*, so I don't feel so bad about riding his ass about it.

4. If you could live in any fictional world (from a book/movie/game/etc.) which would it be and why?

Star Trek. The United Federation of Planets may be a socialist utopia, but it's a damn nice looking socialist utopia filled with handsome, well-adjusted people for the most part (except for the occasional psychotic megalomaniac who wants to plow a big weapon into the Earth).

I think I'd probably just stand in front of the food replicators for a week. "Tea. Earl Grey. Hot. No, make it cold. No, make it a chai latte, iced. No, make it a hot fudge sundae with pineapple sauce too. No, make it a BLT on whole wheat toast."

5. What's one talent/skill you don't have but always wanted?

I'd love to be able to play a musical instrument. Keyboards/piano. Jazz piano, more specifically.

June 12, 2003

They come in threes

Celebrity deaths usually come in threes. First David Brinkley (which personally saddens me), the Gregory Peck. Who's next?

David Brinkley RIP

Bummer.

June 11, 2003

The Big Game is up to $115M

During one of my aborted attempts at higher education, I had a statistics teacher who talked briefly about the infinitesimal probability of winning a lottery, and promptly judged the whole exercise a "tax on the stupid."

In retrospect, I completely understand what she was telling us. But I still think her analysis is probably one of the more unimaginative statements uttered by any of my teachers over the years.

The Mass. State Lottery's Big Game Mega Millions jackpot is up around $115 million for its next drawing. Over the weekend it was tipping at about $95 million, I think. No one's won in a while.

My wife's cousin Sarah and her husband Igal were over the house this weekend. He'd bought a single ticket just for shits and grins. I'd forgotten, but we talked about it anyway.

"Forget the annuity, and take the cash option. You'd end up with about $30, maybe $40 million," said Igal. "Even if you just stuck the balance in a savings account pulling in a meager 1 percent, you'd pull about 300 grand a year."

He shook his head and added, "I don't know about you, but I could live quite comfortably on 300 grand a year. And that's not even TOUCHING the principal."

Igal and I then spent a good half-hour fantasizing about what we'd do with the money -- investing some, giving some to friends and family, quitting our day jobs, buying "toys" like cars, boats and houses in cash, taking trips.

Let me restate this: Igal spent $1. The two of us spent half an hour in rapturous fantasy about what to do with the winnings. 50 cents each for a half an hour of fun.

When you compare that to what it would cost to go to the movies or even rent a movie from Blockbuster, buy a video game for a PlayStation2 or even break down the cost per hour of buying a beach sticker, it's a damn good return on investment.

Sure, it's a short-lived thing, until the next drawing, but who cares? It's fun.

June 10, 2003

Cats and dogs

My older two kids are both about to wrap up their academic year. I fear and dread what the summer will bring.

Bob and Emme don't get along. They never have. He was 17 months old when she was born, and I think he was just old enough and just cognizant enough of the world around him to really resent her intrusion on his world. Add to that the boy's natural oppositional nature, and it's a volatile combination.

Almost every morning, my day starts with the banshee-like caterwauling of Emmeline suffering some real or imagined affront at the hands of her brother. Often it's the result of a border skirmish: The two of them are trying to occupy the same piece of furniture. Other times, the two siblings are vying for control of a natural resource: The milk in the fridge, the last bowl of Cocoa Puffs. Whatever the problem is, his reaction is anger and physical retaliation, and her reaction is screaming.

The one solace Bonnie and I have found is that from the hours of 8:15AM to 3:30PM, Bob and Emme are someone else's problem, and they're separated in different classrooms. That hasn't ended the trouble -- both of them have faced disciplinary reactions to various infractions during their studies this year -- but it has unquestionably made it quieter around here during daylight hours on weekdays.

In about two calendar weeks, both of them will be home around the clock, for two and a half months.

June 09, 2003

Stupid reader tricks

This little gem showed up in inbox this morning. A missive from a reader, who decided to CC: my boss as well.

You used the wrong word in your "IDIot" article word today:

Second paragraph: ". . .and it's drag and drop-ready." The "it's" should be "its". As much as it's used these days by so many sloppy spellers, who were poorly educated or who simply don't care, "It's" is NEVER possessive. "It's" is ALWAYS a contraction for "It is".

As the senior editor, you need to set a good example.

'nuff said.

June 07, 2003

Gay Bar remix

Via Cruel Site of the Day:

Gay Bar, starring Tony Blair and George W. Bush.

June 06, 2003

Verizon can kiss my ass

So an appellate Federal court told cell phone providers today that they've got until basically Thanksgiving to get their shit together with a plan to provide portability for cell phone numbers. Thank God.

The opportunity to keep your number when switching providers is something that people in the UK, Hong Kong and elsewhere take for granted. It's also taken for granted by people in the U.S. with land lines. It *should* have been an option for cell phone users starting in 1999, but the FCC has extended the deadline three times to suit the whining cell phone companies, who say it's too scary for them to do too.

US wireless telcos are asswipes. People in Lagos who have never worn shoes in their lives can e-mail each other movies of their goat herds. Tibetan monks can play wireless MMORPGs on their phones. But most folks in the US are still lagging behind on ANCIENT 2G digital phone networks. And, to add insult to injury, every time they switch providers, they have to get a new phone number.

No mas, said the feds today. The industry lackeys at the CTIA are bitching that the feds haven't provided "guidance" about how portability will work. Well, look around, shits for brains. It's done in other parts of the world already.

If you're wondering why I'm ragging on Verizon, it's because they were the plantiffs in the case. *spit.*

I want these!!!

Coolest. NASA patches. EVER.

Bagels

So my latest culinary complaint is levied at the bakery departments of my local Stop & Shop grocery market chain, purveyors of what I consider to be the world's most unsatisfactory bagels.

Bagels are, at least superficially, a fairly simple food. You take a strip of dough, join the two ends together to form a circle, and boil it in water in a big-ass kettle. Then you bake it in an oven. The net result is a bread that is chewy on the inside and crusty on the outside.

This is easier said than done, however. A really good, New York-style bagel is hard as hell to find outside New York et environs, much like a decent slice of thin-crust pizza. So as a New Englander who lives far outside what few limited urban areas and and around Boston serve up a passable bagel, I've learned to make do with second-rate product. But these limp, impotent things from Stop & Shop are horrid.

I am something of a bagel purist. I am not a fan of "dessert" bagels like blueberry, cinnamon raisin, strawberry, etc. I like my bagel to taste only of seeds -- sesame, poppy, caraway. I am not a fan of flavored cream cheese, either. If that is your deal, then more power to you, but I am not in your camp.

I am, however, a HUGE proponent of lox and onion. How I love a lox and onion bagel sandwich. Drop an egg on it and you have a LEO, a perfect meal. Good lox is equally hard to find out here in the sticks.

There's a certain balance to a well-made bagel that really makes it a culinary treat. It should be a bit chewy on the top, a bit crispy on the bottom and yielding and spongy inside. Though it should retain a circular shape, one should not be able to spin one's index finger through the center-hole, like a glazed donut. That hole should be largely vestigial. But do not steam-bake a bagel -- that'll turn the poor thing into a bulkie roll.

A really good, fresh bagel should not require toasting, in my opinion.

It is virtually impossible to get a good bagel from a plastic bag. Especially one that's been in a grocer's freezer. Lender's does not make good bagels, as far as I am concerned. Thomas' should stick to English Muffins.

So, while I largely detest grocery store-bought bagels, I don't think it's excusable for a grocery store with a bakery on premises to produce a crappy bagel. And nothing, nothing can be done to disguise the sheer mediocrity of the Stop & Shop bagel.

These beastly things are pale, doughy globs that are barely recognizable as bagels. They require someone with the maxillary strength of a great ape to chew effectively. And they have the same taste as craft glue. These things have holes in the center large enough to pass a small dog through.

To add insult to injury, Stop & Shop can't even competently apply seeds to bagels. Their sesame and poppy seed bagels are mangy. And by the time you get them home, inevitably the vast majority of the seeds have fallen off and collected in one corner of the plastic bag. What's left are bagels that look like they've been the victim of some sort of bizarre pox.

My kingdom for H&H.

Friday Five time

Once more, it's time for the Friday Five:

1. How many times have you truly been in love?

Once. I married her.

2. What was/is so great about the person you love(d) the most?

She was willing to put up with my shit.

3. What qualities should a significant other have?

See 2.

4. Have you ever broken someone's heart?

Not that I know of.

5. If there was one thing you could teach people about love, what would it be?

Love, like ice cream, comes in many different flavors. Familial, fraternal, romantic. And, like ice cream, there's no bad flavor, and no way to get too much of it, though too much of anything is bound to give you a stomache-ache eventually.

June 05, 2003

Keynote 1.1 + QT 6.3 = phone teleprompter

Here's a hack that I just confirmed with Apple actually works. This is really damn cool.

QuickTime 6.3 and Keynote 1.1 both got released this week. QuickTime is Apple's popular multimedia technology, and this revision introduces support for 3GPP, an increasingly popular rich-media format used by cell phones, PDAs and other devices. Keynote 1.1 is Apple's Powerpoint competitor, a slideshow presentation software app.

I won't go into the details of what's changed in the new revisions, but suffice it to say that Keynote has always been able to export its slideshow as QuickTime files. That hasn't changed in this rev of Keynote, although it has been improved.

Keynote is really handy if you need to make a high-impact presentation on a Mac, but one of our readers thought up another use for it following QT 6.3's release.

Let's say, for example, you want to give a presentation to a group, but you don't want to or can't open up your PowerBook. Now you can export your Keynote presentation to 3GPP, upload it to your phone, and read back your Keynote-made cue cards from there. Bingo -- your phone becomes a teleprompter.

That's pretty damn nifty.

Spent a week with VirtualPC 6

So I finally grabbed a copy of VirtualPC 6, and it came with WindowsXP Professional. A few notes:

VPC 6 runs like ass on anything short of my Power Mac G4/1 GHz dual system. It runs like crap on my PowerBook G4/800; I'm not even going to waste time trying it on anything slower. And it's made me painfully aware of just how short of RAM my dual box is (512MB).

Windows XP Professional makes me feel like I just took a shit on my desk. How people adjust to and enjoy this UI is beyond my ken. Totally. Maybe it's better on real PC, but somehow I expect it's still sucktastic.

Amtrak

So there's this debate in the US Congress right now about whether Amtrak -- the nation's rail service -- should be privatized or turned into a public service.

Let me say at the outset that I love Amtrak. But I live in one of the few parts of the country where rail service actually makes sense -- the Northeast. I don't take rail service all the time, but I do use it from time to time, especially when I'm travelling between Providence, RI and New York City. Apparently enough other people do to make the Northeast Corridor, as its called, one of Amtrak's only profitable areas of operation.

Amtrak was founded in the early 1970s as an experiment in having the government create a private enterprise -- in itself an oxymoron of the highest caliber. The company was ostensibly supposed to be running profitably by the end of last year, which didn't happen.

My suspicion is that this is because despite its original intentions, the government hasn't ever let Amtrak be *run* like a private enterprise should be. The company is forced to make these hugely unprofitable runs where it loses hundreds of dollars per passenger -- the sort of thing that would have any second-rate accountant shut down the line in a second. The fact is, in most of the midwest and western states, it just doesn't make sense for Amtrak to function -- it's cheaper and considerably less time-consuming to buy a plane ticket and rent a car than it is to take a train, although the train is undoubtedly the more scenic and fun way to travel.

Amtrak's also hampered by an oversight process that requires it to make these incredibly stupid decisions about who builds its trains, how they're built, to what spec they're built and the tracks are laid. That quagmire -- largely, again, the government's direct fault -- is the reason why Amtrak's "Acela" high speed rail system had to go offline to correct defects in the vehicles themselves.

Having said all that negative crap about the feds, I have very little doubt that left to its own devices, Amtrak would disintegrate in a matter of a few years.

The problem isn't that the government, despite its own protestations to the contrary, keeps its fingers in Amtrak's pie. The problem is that the government thinks Amtrak should run privately to begin with.

In a country that's as physically vast as the United States is, I don't see how any company can build a profitable enterprise by offering coast-to-coast rail coverage -- not when privately-owned airlines are posting billion-dollar losses every quarter. Not when I can get to Florida in a couple of hours for less than $100 flying Southwest or AirTran.

I would prefer to see -- largely for selfish reasons, I admit -- Amtrak operated as a public service. Paid for with federal taxes. That's right, the libertarian thinks that this should be a government service.

Why?

Because rail travel is largely unlike any other way to get around. It lets you see parts of the country that you wouldn't see otherwise -- parts of the Northeast Corridor service through western Rhode Island and eastern Connecticut are breathtaking, every time I see them -- seashore routes that look straight out of a painting.

It's an elegant way to travel. It's a comfortable way to travel, compared to buses, cars or airplanes -- you can get up and move around. The seats are comfortable and roomy. And because rail travel is part of our nation's heritage, too.

I know those aren't concrete, dollars-and-cents reasons to want to see rail travel turned into a public service. I certainly don't have the fiduciary background to explain why it makes sense, just some gut reactions. But there it is.

June 04, 2003

Cell phone quagmire

So with Apple's release of iSync 1.1 yesterday, I'm once again horny for a new cell phone. I'm a year and a half into a two year contract with ATT Wireless, and I'm using a Nokia 3360 that, as a result of my two-year contract, they ultimately ended up paying *me* $50 to use.

So. iSync.

iSync is cool as hell. And I don't use a PDA too much, though I own one, but I do rely on my cell phone as a way to stay in touch with people -- especially industry people -- when I travel. Because I usually travel on business. It's a pain in the ass with the Nokia to synchronize my contact info because there's no way to do that on a Mac. Nokia's Mac support is virtually nonexistent.

If I upgrade to a Bluetooth-enabled phone right now, that'd require me to switch to a GSM-enabled phone too. And ATT Wireless' GSM coverage in this area -- and most others -- is wretched. So I've been reluctant. I've also heard a lot more bad than good about the Sony Ericsson T68i, which was the darling of early iSync adopters, and that also put me off.

But iSync 1.1 now supports USB-connected phones from Motorola. And several of those support TDMA, the network that ATT has deployed most widely, and the network I'm on. So it's got me thinking again.

But in order to find out which phone I should get, I have to compare Apple's compatibility chart with ATT's own list, only to discover that the actual "equipment upgrade" path for existing customers is quite different than the one offered to new customers.

And, of course, I'm distractable. So the next gen phones that support GSM specifically look MUCH more appealing to me than my TDMA-bound alternatives -- solutions like the Nokia 3650, for example, which features a built-in camera and Bluetooth support, and which works with iSync.

So I fret.

And I call ATT Wireless. After about five minutes on the phone with a customer service rep, I'm told point-blank to go to an ATT Wireless store to decide.

And I'm back to the drawing board.

It shouldn't be this hard. Really. All I want to do is buy a new phone.

June 03, 2003

Captive audience

I just got a replacement credit card for one that expired, and dutifully called the number on the sticker to activate it. After entering the number and my social security card -- from my home phone, all to verify my identity -- I had to sit through minutes of recordings as the automated system tried to sell me a credit reporting service that I neither want nor need.

Federal law makes it possible for you to request for free copies of your credit reports from major credit bureaus on a regular basis, which I do. This service wanted to basically do the same thing, but for $10 a month.

I'm hacked off, because the system held me hostage. The hard sales pitch on this $10/month service happened between the time I entered my info and the time I waited for the system to activate my card. And even after declining, the system insisted on rambling on again reiterating the benefits of the service, asking me if I was sure that I didn't want to get it.

Irritating. It's like spam by phone.

June 02, 2003

Cool!

Via Boing Boing:

Spider Man Becomes a Reality at the University of Manchester.

Dabu!

I spend too much time playing games.

I'm sitting in the living room working today, because it's a really pleasant day, and Bonnie and the kids are out, so I have the house to myself. It's a chance to open the windows and get some fresh air before I have to return to my basement lair.

So I'm enjoying the breeze and the birdsong and the sounds of spring outside, when I hear the distant percussion of hammers striking wood. Someone in the neighborhood -- a fair distance away from the sound of it -- is adding on to their house.

I close my eyes for a moment, because the sound is triggering a sense-memory that hasn't fully formed, but it's just on the tip of my brain ...

.. and there it is. It's the exact same sound that Peasant units in Warcraft III make when they're building structures. The arrhythmic staccato of multiple Peasants collaborating on a building.

Rudolph the red-nosed fugitive

Names changed to protect the innocent.

flargh: I don't understand something.
someone else: I know all. Let me put an end to your miserable confusion.
flargh: Okay, here it is. When Osama bombs us because we do things against his religion, he's bad. But when Eric Rudolph does it, people pray for him, give him food, and raise a legal defense fund?
someone else: Yesz. But you see
someone else: he prays to the right god.
flargh: ah. But aren't Allah and God the same god?
someone else: omg u h3@th3n infid3l

June 01, 2003

And on the side, an angioplasty

And in other culinary news, here's flargh's own recipe for a great roast beef sandwich: Perfect meal for a day when it's pissing down rain like Noah's flood.

  • Rare Italian roast beef, cut paper-thin. Microwave for 30 seconds to warm it up.
  • One bulkie roll, buttered and lightly toasted
  • Schmear of mayo
  • Two slices american cheese

Serve with french fries or potato chips and fresh pickle wedge.

Sure, you're doing permanent cardiovascular damage, and when you're as meat-deprived as I've been for most of this week you're probably doing serious colon damage too, but it's frickin' tasty.

Vegetarian Buffet

Six years ago we moved to Cape Cod. Like a lot of people in Massachusetts, and those familiar with the region who live elsewhere, I had some preconceived notions of what life was like here. I figured it was largely a beach vacation community with some residential dwellings, and my own experience coming down for vacations suggested that there wasn't much else except touristy things like mini-golf and bumper boats.

And in truth, there is a ton of that, but there's a lot more too. We moved to the Upper Cape. If you envision the peninsula as an arm flexing, the Upper Cape is the upper arm -- the bicep and tricep. It's much more of a residential neighborhood that's basically a bedroom community of Boston, as real estate prices in Greater Boston have risen into the stratosphere.

There are a few other nice aspects to life on the Cape, as well. One of the things I was totally unaware of before I moved down here was that there are still working farms in the area. There's one a few miles away from us called Coonamessett Farm -- you pay a membership fee and can pick your own produce (which you pay for separately). They also have a cafe, and during the late spring and summer, they have a vegetarian buffet every Friday and Saturday night.

We discovered this last year and went as regularly as our budget would allow. And because the weather in the Northeast has been miserably cold and damp, this was the first weekend that Coonamesset Farm did it for 2003. It was, predictably, fabulous.

Friday night was a balmy 70 degrees, with the sun setting low in the west. It's a simple pastoral setting, as the farm's general store and cafe has outdoor seating overlooking the fields. A couple with a fiddle and guitar (and an accordian too) played a mix of bluegrass, zydeco, South American folk music and anything else they were inspired to. Oh, and the food was great too.

It wasn't purely vegan -- ovo/lacto stuff abounded -- and it was all fabulous. Carmelized onion and mushroom quiche, three different kinds of soup (include an excellent chili that's always a favorite, with cornbread cookie/muffins on the side). Red Dragon Pie, a variation on Shepherd's Pie made with aduki (red dragon) beans instead of ground meat; a thai stir fry with peanut sauce; a fresh field salad with a variety of dressings to choose from, including a killer tahini and chive one; and the coup de grace, eggplant made with a pureed basil sauce. Oh, and apple cobbler for dessert.

I waddled away stuffed and happy. If you ever get a chance, come to the Coonamessett Farm's buffet. You won't go away disappointed. Or hungry.