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May 30, 2005

Memorial Day '05

Beautiful day today -- warm and sunny, a repeat of Saturday. Which is nice, because Sunday kind of sucked, with the thunder and the lightning and the rain. I managed to get the yardwork done that I'd procrastinated to death on Saturday and couldn't do on Sunday, so I actually accomplished something useful. That, and I bought a hundred bucks' worth of food, hopefully enough to get the five of us through most of the week (coupons and those little keychain dongles are your friend -- today I saved about $60 over what I'd pay otherwise).

My mother took the three kids last night, but ejected Emmeline early, for whining, screaming and crying constantly. We deal with it all the time and it wears on our souls, so I can understand how she feels. I ended up taking Emmeline and Bonnie to the grocery store with me, which was not an all together unpleasant experience.

We got back just in time to see the ice cream man head down the street, but alas, I forgot to get cash at the supermarket, so I've no money for him.

Maybe later I shall roast some meat on the grill, and have a beer.

It doesn't feel like summer yet, but it's a nice spring day.

May 29, 2005

Tiger bit me in the arse

I had a bucketload of problems upgrading my Power Mac G5 to Tiger. I just did a regular upgrade -- I didn't do a clean install, or an archive and install, and that was probably my first and worst mistake. But afterwards, stuff stopped working.

First I noticed some weirdness in my games -- erratic sound problems, or video playback problems (issues, perhaps, with QuickTime 7?). Then I saw a kernel panic. First time that's happened in well over a year, as best as I can remember. The worst came when I tried to transfer a large block of data from my Power Mac to my PowerBook using FireWire target disk mode, however -- it got maybe a quarter of the way through 6GB worth of transfer and then the Power Mac froze up. I got the restart screen and the fans started blowing on high.

I figured after I restarted that the best thing to do would be to simply transfer off most of the data to a DVD-R, so I threw one in and began copying. -36 error. I've burned multitudes of CD-R's and DVD-R's with nary a problem on this machine, but now it's suffering.

Anyway, all this happened prior to my recent trip to Los Angeles. Last week was rather screwed up -- I was down for a day after the trip and started pedaling as fast as I could afterwards, so I really didn't have a lot of time to troubleshoot the problem. Anyway, I've since done an archive and install, so I'm hoping that will help straighten things out.

Until I do, I'm keeping Panther on my PowerBook, which is my daily workhorse. No sense in screwing up an otherwise perfectly reliable system until I figure out what combination of software it is that is making Tiger cough up hairballs.

May 28, 2005

Buy some games, dammit

Do us all a favor and check out DanLabGames, Freeverse, Ambrosia, MacSoft, Aspyr, Feral, MacPlay or VP Ltd. and find some games you like, then buy them.

Finally, a break in the weather

I've been despondent since I got back from L.A., partly because of the rotten weather we've been having. Got back just in time for a spring Nor'easter that managed to keep temperatures in the 50's all week long, along with driving winds and rain. It's a shock to the system after a few days of Southern California's balmy 90 degree clime.

Today, however, the rotten weather has finally broken -- and it's the first decent weekend we've had in a month and a half. Today it's sunny and warm. We've got every window in the house open to let in some fresh air (something that thrills the cat to no end).

That doesn't put a stop to the usual onslaught of domestic responsibilities, of course -- the constant wet weather means that I've got a tangled mess of weeds and grass that has to be cut. And to add insult to injury, my lawnmower's handle is broken. Rather than spend the time this weekend to fix it, I've arranged to borrow my mother's electric mower, which will do the trick for now.

May 24, 2005

Good news for Bunker Hill

Not Bunker Hill in Boston -- Bunker Hill in Los Angeles. I first got to know the area a bit last year, when I stayed at the Omni for E3. And I'm delighted to know that the city and county of Los Angeles are interested in further developing the area for residential use.

Bunker Hill has a really interesting and somewhat sad history. It was one of the first redevelopment projects in Los Angeles, back in the 1950's. It's synonymous with most Angelino's definition of "downtown," the spot where the highest high-rise buildings in the city lie.

If you're into urban landscapes, it's fascinating. It's a collage of terraces, plazas and open areas framed by huge skyscrapers, and it has a really unique beauty. The walk from the Omni Hotel, where I stayed last year, for example, to the Westin Bonaventure, can take you by the public library, which takes you down an illuminated staircase that's framed by lush foliage and pools of water and small shops and stores that serve the workers who occupy the surrounding buildings. You'll get a pungent blast of jasmine along the way.

Unfortunately, it's a virtual ghosttown after about 6PM. As soon as the offices close, most workers get the hell out of Dodge and return to the suburbs where they live. Trying to find anything open after 9 or 10PM is virtually impossible, unless the Denny's or IHOP further down towards the Staples Center is more your style. It's really too bad, because there are some good cultural spots in the area, too -- like the Museum of Contemporary Art, the Walt Disney Concert Hall and the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels.

Long story short, the city planners want to change that by building new condos, a new park, shopping center and other structures that they're hoping will draw a mix of residents to the area. There's no question that this is going to be a upscale development, but still, it's good to see an attempt to breathe some new life into an area that really could be better utilized.

Shock to the system

Coming back from LA over the weekend was a massive shock to the system; while it was warm and sunny and in the upper 80s or low 90s when I left, it was in the 40s and soaking wet when I landed. That pattern of weather hasn't broken, either -- and this was the fourth or fifth weekend of crappy weather in a row here in New England.

May 17, 2005

Los Angeles - Day Two

Phil Michaels from Macworld and I went out for dinner. And when I say "went out for dinner," I mean "watched the Dodgers get pounded by the Florida Marlins, much to the chagrin of more than 46,000 Los Angelinos present to watch their demise."

Which wasn't so bad, because a few hundred miles north the Boston Red Sox were losing out to Phil's beloved Oakland A's, so I could at least share the fans' misery.

Anyway, a fun time was had by all. Major league baseball, foot-long hot dogs, cold brew and the National Anthem. It was a red, white and blue evening.

I've posted some new pics to Flickr, including the cameraphone shots I took at the stadium and a couple pictures from the room as well. Enjoy.

May 16, 2005

Los Angeles - Day 1

The trip for E3 started out on the wrong foot. I got out of the house late -- my own fault and poor planning -- so my ride (Mom's limo service) ended up taking me to the airport directly instead of the shuttle bus as we had planned. That actually worked out okay, but it was still a needless stress. Fortunately, traffic was non-existent at Logan airport on Sunday morning.

Got to the airport, checked in my luggage and got to the gate with an hour to spare, but the flight was fully booked, and the travel agency could only get me a middle seat -- not exactly optimal conditions for a 6-foot 1-inch 280 pound man. The flight was overbooked, so getting a seat reassignment or using my meager collection of frequent flier miles on American to upgrade was out of the question.

Speaking over overbooking: Upon boarding, I'd discovered that a woman traveling with her husband had already occupied my seat -- indeed, the system had somehow double-booked our seat, so I had to wait for them to find me an open seat. The back row, ass-end of the fuselage, had one, and it was an aisle seat. The flight attendant explained to me that the couple had used American's online service to check in from home that morning (while my seat assignment had been made weeks before by the travel agency). Apparently there are still some bugs to work out there.

The plane backed away from the gate on time and got to the end of the runway, throttled up to take off and slammed on the brakes almost as quickly. After a few minutes at the end of the runway, the pilot explained that the oil pressure had dropped in one of the engines when they went to throttle up, so they went back to the gate to check things out.

Of course, this was the opportunity for an elderly passenger about twenty rows in front of me -- a nervous flier -- had been looking for to complete her breakdown. She was already being loud and making demands of the crew, the source of some grumbling from the coach class attendants in the rear galley. She got up as soon as we got to the gate and grabbed her things, demanding to be let out. Eventually the flight attendants assuaged her, after they convinced her she'd have to rebook a flight the following day if she planned on going out to Los Angeles.

And no, they didn't have a spare plane to use, and no, they wouldn't put her on another airline. I guess Gramma hasn't been reading the news lately, and doesn't understand that the airline industry isn't exactly flush with cash these days. Which, coincidentally, is why I ended up paying $5 for a turkey wrap about three hours later.

An hour and a half after our departure time, after the mechanics had oiled up the engine and the pilots had filled out the appropriate paperwork (I shit you not, that was the explanation the captain gave over the intercom) we backed away from the gate and took off. Outside of some turbulence, it was a smooth trip. Unfortunately, sitting in the back row of the plane we were on also means getting to smell whatever wafts out of the lavatory over the course of the trip, which put me off my turkey wrap. A waste of $5.

I'm staying downtown again this year, and the room is serviceable but a bit small. I have a spectacular view of the Los Angeles Public Library from my room, and yesterday on the street beneath the window got to watch what I was told were some American Idol finalists shooting a music video in a brand new drop-top Mustang. I have no idea who they were -- I don't watch that tripe. They were escorted by a phalanx of L.A.'s Finest on bikes. Every time I saw the cops I couldn't help but hear the CHiPs theme running through my head, expecting to see Ponch and John get off and flash their pearly whites.

Weather in L.A. is temperate enough (it's regularly in the 70s and 80s this time of year) although it's overcast and rather gray. Still, the climate agrees with me. Even if the air quality in downtown L.A. isn't the greatest in the world.

I'm going to head over to the L.A. Convention Center in a few minutes to get my credentials squared away. More later.

May 12, 2005

Career Day

Yesterday was Career Day at Robert's school. On a lark, when the notice came in a few weeks ago, I volunteered, and they called shortly thereafter to let me know they'd like to have me in. They were kind enough to provide me with a really nice LCD projector, so I had a Keynote 2 presentation ready to go on the PowerBook (along with Griffin's AirClick USB, it was a nice way to present).

I ended up with three classes to present to: My son's class, and another class of fourth graders who came in for the presentation; and a group of fifth graders. It was a fairly short slideshow, about 10 or 11 slides long (worked out to be about ten minutes).

I got to the second slide, where I introduced myself as a writer for Macworld and MacCentral. Then I mentioned I review computer games for a living.

At that point, it was as if all the air got sucked out of the room. "It was like saying the word 'cookie' to a room full of dogs," said Robert, later.

For the next twenty minutes, I owned them. I had their complete attention.

Almost every single kid in both classrooms not only played video games but considered themselves avid gamers, and the idea that someone can make a living associated with the game industry outside of actually making the games themselves hadn't occurred to many of them.

Which, I guess, is the point of career day.

Keynote made the transitions and effects dead simple to work with. I don't think I spent more than an hour or two scripting it out and putting it together (including one slide which ran four QuickTime trailers of games I've reviewed simultaneously, without skipping a beat). The only downside was that I didn't have any audio to go along with it.

That was fun. I think I'll do it again next year. Next year I'll bring a set of portable speakers with me too.

May 10, 2005

Always save. Always backup.

The Sony PSP makes not saving your games beguilingly easy. It's a portable gaming system, after all, and if you're walking down the street playing a game or on the subway, you might have to put it away at a moment's notice. So the system is really, really good about keeping your game state intact if you toggle the power.

Now, I've spent much of my time recently playing a superb dungeon crawler called Untold Legends. I've been pretty consistent about saving every time I complete a quest or reach a new level. Unfortunately, common sense took a back seat to laziness about two days ago, and I stopped, just toggling the power instead. Last night I jacked it into the AC adapter to pump up the batteries; the PSP was getting low.

For some reason, Robert decided when he woke up this morning that today was the day he was going to screw with the PSP. He turned down the volume, and discovering that I was mid-level, quit the game I was playing.

Big mistake.

There is no joy in our house this evening, and I've lost two days' (probably about three hours, realistically) of game play.

May 09, 2005

The Great Kapok Tree

The kids were in a play on Saturday at the local library, and here are the pictures to prove it.

It was called "The Great Kapok Tree," based on Lynne Cherry's illustrated children's book, an ecological fable about the dangers of cutting down the rain forest. "How many of these parents are gonna take their kids to McDonald's right after this?" I asked the woman sitting next to me.

Robert and Emme both had two parts: Robert was the head of a boa constrictor and a tree porcupine, and Emme was a cock o' the rock and a jaguar (both of them are supposed to be pleading with a sleeping lumberjack who's come to cut down their tree, in the pictures you see on Flickr). It was the culmination of a drama workshop both the kids have been involved with for the past month and a half or so, mainly the efforts of a volunteer working with the library. Bonnie put together the costumes.

Lousy Mother's Day

So Mother's Day has come and gone, and Bonnie and I are both happy it passed -- this was one of the lousiest ones I can remember.

Mother's Day is sort of a wash for me. My tradition, having been raised by a single parent, is to celebrate Father's Day with my mother instead. She likes that better, I suspect, for reasons best left unstated here that have more to do with her background than mine. So for the past nine years (for as long as we've had kids), I've focused my attention on Bonnie for Mother's Day instead.

Anyway, there was a whole confluence of events that made this Mother's Day just rotten.

For one thing, we had a nor'easter this weekend. For those of you unfamiliar with the meteorological peculiarities of New England, a nor'easter is a storm that blows in from, as the name implies, the northeast. It usually dumps a horrific amount of precipitation and is accompanied by gale force winds. In the winter, nor'easters are often blizzards. They're almost like hurricanes, in a way, though not nearly as strong or as well defined as tropical storms can get.

Living on a peninsula as we do, the effects seem magnified. There wasn't a huge amount of rain for this one, but there was just enough, and the winds strong enough (gusting up to 40 or 50 miles an hour) that spending any time at all outside was just miserable.

For another, Bonnie is sick. She's been fighting off a spring cold she picked up from James for days now. So she was miserable, feeling run-down and cranky. That made going out for any extended period rather a waste of time, because she really just wanted to rest instead. Of course, Bonnie won't rest at home: She has an endless list of things to do, and won't sit still even if common sense (and her husband) suggest otherwise.

Last, the kids had one mandate for Mother's Day: Clean your rooms. They didn't. Emmeline pitched a fit until her grandmother volunteered to help her, and then she cooperated fairly well and quickly too.

But the boys just totally dropped the ball. At first they failed to clean their room at all, and once they did, they didn't do it *right.* So, at 8 PM last night, Bonnie was still in the room, helping the boys put their stuff away where it belongs.

May 05, 2005

E3 - no more Big Cheese, *sigh*

So my inside sources tell me that The Big Cheese, a fixture at the Los Angeles Convention Center and a favorite of E3 Expo showgoers, is no more. Located in Kentia Hall, that land of obscure Korean and Taiwanese peripheral makers, meeting rooms stuck behind high partition walls and vendors who lack the funds to pay for a booth in the "Big" halls or concourse halls, The Big Cheese would fill its area with the potent aroma of melted cheese and butter. I have it on good authority that some vendors actually requested placement within a short walk of The Big Cheese, its olfactory siren song proved so powerful.

Alas, the gentleman who runs the establishment has retired. And The Big Cheese has been replaced by -- well, something else.

This was, bar none, the best grilled cheese sandwich I ever had in my life. It was the combination of the warm, drippy processed cheese and the thick slabs of bread, toasted and grilled with butter infused throughout. Certainly not a gourmet meal, but soul food to its very core. A little bit of childhood. A guilty pleasure, to be sure. It was, I admit, a cholesterol-laden nightmare, especially for anyone who's even remotely lactose-intolerant, but it was a thing of frickin' beauty.

One never eats as well as one should when one travels, and nowhere is this more evident than at trade shows, where a greasy bratwurst or limp hamburger and a Coke will cost you $10 (if you're lucky). So the Big Cheese was a nice alternative -- it was a little taste of Mom's kitchen from home. Comfort food.

And now it's gone, forever. And it makes me sad.

Happy 05/05/05

Heh.

May 04, 2005

R.I.P. Zodiac ...

... at least as we know it.

Tapwave came out with this Palm OS-based PDA-cum-game system a while ago called the Zodiac. It's essentially a Palm OS 5.x-based PDA with a wide screen, stereo speakers and a built-in thumbpad that vibrates. It's a lot smaller than a Sony PSP and a lot more functional than the Game Boy DS. I have one (two, actually, don't ask) and I love it. I don't really use it a lot, but I do dig it.

What makes it better than your run-of-the-mill PalmOne PDA is that it uses an ATI graphics processor for some limited graphics acceleration. That makes the Zodiac more capable of running truly 3D games, and also makes it a fantastic little system from which to view movies. It also features built-in Bluetooth, support for expansion through two SDIO slots, a built-in MP3 player and other amenities that not only make the Zodiac a good game system, but a good all around organizer and palm computing system.

Anyway, this Zodiac news resource called Tapland recently posted comments from Tapwave marketing executive Byron Connell, who basically said the Zodiac is on its way out, while Tapwave is refocusing its efforts on other opportunities for the intellectual property it's developed.

It's not exactly a huge surprise. Tapwave wasn't really able to corral Palm developers to use their APIs and technology in any great numbers. There certainly have been a few games developed for Zodiac, but not an enormous amount, and some Palm games and other applications get really weird when they run on the Zodiac, for some reason.

What Connell said specifically, putting as positive a spin on it as possible, was the Tapwave was focusing its efforts on developing "new co-branded products from OEM partners." What that means is that the Zodiac, as we know it, is going away. Hopefully to be replaced by new hardware from other manufacturers that will run software optimized for Tapwave Zodiac systems.

Connell suggested that the company is close to closing other partnership deals and said that it's back on track developing new software and APIs to see it forward into the future, so these are positive developments. But it looks like I'll be able to add my Zodiac next to my wife's Handspring Visor and my own MessagePad and eMate 300 in the growing menagerie of portable computing devices I've acquired that haven't proven to be viable for their manufacturers.

Obviously an unfit parent

My kids tend to think I'm a rotten parent. I know most kids do at some point or another, but some days it's easier to take than others.

Robert wakes up earlier than anyone in the house. He rarely sleeps past about 6 AM. This morning was no exception -- I heard him rise at a few minutes before 6. If I can help it, I'll sleep in until about 6:45 or so, but I rarely can, since he, his brother and his sister are usually making noise in the living room, watching TV (even though they know it's not allowed before school), playing games or generally irritating each other and screaming and shouting.

I've been a bit insomniac the last few nights so I was groggier than usual this morning -- I managed to stay in bed until about 7:02. At that point told Robert to get ready for school, since he needed to be at the bus stop in 18 minutes. His reaction was to reach under the kitchen counter to grab a box of cereal.

"Get ready for school first. If there's time afterwards, you can eat. But you should have thought of that when you first woke up," I told him. He glared at me.

"Are you new here?" I asked him incredulously. "Are you unfamiliar with the routine that we've had in place since you started elementary school?" He sullenly went about the business of getting ready. Suffice it to say that he didn't end up having time to eat breakfast before he went out the door. He needed to dress, collect his homework, lunch and school snacks, brush his teeth and hair, and find his jacket. He could have done any number of these things in the hour or so

So I got a call from his teacher a short time ago. "Robert says you refused to let him have breakfast this morning," she said. I could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice. She clearly knew that Robert was lying. I explained the situation. I said to her that I told him he could eat when he was ready, and he didn't have enough time.

She had figured as much. She volunteered to allow him to go to the school cafeteria for breakfast, but he refused. First the excuse was that he had no money. "They'll bill you," she told him. Then the excuse was that they served milk (Robert's lactose-intolerant). "They have juice," she said. Eventually he just out-and-out refused to go. He'd rather complain and feel sorry for himself than do something about it.

It was clear to both of us that it's just one of those days where Robert's feeling like being a jerk, and the rest of us get to suffer for it.

May 02, 2005

Is it an express or a local?

Regarding the media coverage surrounding Jennifer "Runaway Bride" Wilbanks' disappearance last week and reemergence over the weekend, I think Jon Stewart has the final word: "You know when Sean Hannity is the level-headed one, we've taken the bus to crazy town."

May 01, 2005

Getting old and growing up

This started out as a recap of Anime Boston 2005, but I won't bore you with that. Suffice to say that's where Bonnie and I spent our Friday and Saturday -- we signed up as soon as they were offering pre-registrations last year, and I promised her we'd spend the weekend. Unfortunately, we could only stay for Friday and Saturday because the church Bonnie and the kids go to decided to schedule Emmeline's first communion for this Sunday. Next year, hopefully there will be no conflicts at all. And if you're curious about some of the folks we saw at the event, check out this Flickr photo album.

Anyway, on the way home on Saturday night, I had an epiphany -- Bonnie and I are both dedicated to hobbies that are, by and large, youth-oriented. For me it's video and computer games -- and yes, I know what the ESA says about the average age of game players, but there's no question that the adolescent and 18-24 demographics still dominate the market. Every time I've popped in to a local business that's hosting a game night, I see these kids who have been dropped off by their parents. And the ones who are older than that totally freak me out: Beings that seem incognizant or uncaring of the fact that they are walking stereotypes. People I walked away from when I quit the Sci-Fi Club at my first high school and let my membership in the local Star Trek fan club run out at about the same time.

For Bonnie, it's anime. And at least the way it is here in the U.S., this is still a market that is dominated by teens and college kids. Especially the cosplayers. We're talking about a social experience that's really dominated by kids who like cartoons, essentially, although there's a lot of really serious creative expression going on there with college kids and some young adults who invest a huge amount of time and effort to create imaginative and inventive costumes, create works of striking visual art, or express themselves in other creative ways. Still, once they hit a certain age, or develop a serious professional career, or get married and settle down with a family of their own, they tend to drift away.

It has, frankly, made it difficult for us to socialize directly with people our own age (we're both 35). We live in a distant suburb of Boston, in a fairly conservative town, so there isn't an easy resource for us to channel our interests into. Bonnie's found two fairly close regional anime groups, but they're both made up of teenagers from local high schools. She's getting more and more into the online scene, but like a lot of social networks, these bulletin board systems and Web sites are populated by younger people with more time on their hands. It makes it difficult for her to connect with people in our age group.

It's largely the same for me with gaming. I've been really lucky to parlay my gaming interest into a major facet of my professional life, and that's put me in touch with some really cool people I consider close friends. But they're not geographically close -- they're all hours away, or a plane ride away, and far enough that I see them at most twice or three times a year. Still, at least I get that online connection, thanks to iChat and the message boards I visit.

Still, when we're talking with people in our area and it comes up in conversations that I review video games and that Bonnie likes anime, there's inevitably this glazed, uncomprehending look that creeps into the visages of the people that we're talking with.

The most common reaction is a glazed look that lets us know that the person just doesn't think it's right. Who knows what's going on in their head -- I don't attempt to psychoanalyze them. But the body language and the reaction is that stiff, uncomprehending reaction that lets you know for whatever reason, you've just been identified as other. Weird. Not normal. I don't drink beer and watch Nascar races on Sunday afternoons. We don't take our kids to soccer practice. That's just not our scene.

We've made a conscious effort to stay far away from densely populated urban areas where we'd be more likely to find people in our age group with similar interests. We've done for two reasons: One is pragmatic -- we just couldn't afford to raise a family of three kids on a single income living anywhere near a city. The other is more sociological: Frankly, neither of us ever really connected with people who we knew were living that urban lifestyle. Many of them developed a focus on upward mobility or an intellectual arrogance that Bonnie and I both found off-putting. That probably says a lot more about the company we kept than anything to do with that lifestyle in itself, but it was enough to make us distance ourselves from that experience.

There's plenty of pettiness and arrogance of one type or another out here in the 'burbs -- I'm not making any pretense that people here are more "real" or better than folks in the city. But it's a healthier lifestyle for our kids -- they have a big backyard with a swingset, woods, a pond nearby. The beach is a fifteen minute drive in two opposite directions. We're lucky here. I think green things are important for kids to be around. And frankly, I never want to move too far away from the water.

The ironic thing is that we both lived our teenage years as outcasts, and we're accustomed to it. And it seems that we're dooming our kids, through influence of our own interests, to pushing them in that direction as well.

Is this a wail of self-pity, or pity for my kids? Hell no. It's just a bit lonely sometimes, and on the way back from a con that has its own culture attached to it, there's a sense of separation anxiety that can be a bit overwhelming if you dwell on it too much.

In that respect, Anime Boston 2005 isn't very different from Macworld Expo -- it's a similar sensation that's somewhere between post-coital depression and post-traumatic stress syndrome.

There are a hell of a lot of Windows users out in the sticks, too. Not to mention everywhere else. When push comes to shove, though, I'm just not cut out to fit into the mainstream, it seems.