Monthly Archive for January, 2003

Valentine’s Day

Ashley is already think­ing about Valentine’s Day:

I love Valentine’s Day for all the wrong rea­sons: con­ver­sa­tion heart candy, an abun­dance of pink and red every­where, lacey lin­gerie in the window of Victoria’s Secret, making con­struc­tion paper valen­tines with porno­graphic inserts.

Nicely put, and it’s not even Feb­ru­ary yet. Oh, and Heather has some cool little V-day postcards.

How’s that old Song Go?, Part II

Sometimes some­one you don’t know says hi and says her name is meghan. And, it makes you feel strange, since you’ve been going to that very coffee house almost daily for 8 months, and you haven’t got a clue what anyone’s name is.

Snoozing Kitty

Well, I’m having trou­ble coming up with any­thing to post on this, the final Friday of Jan­u­ary. I so wish to thank God that the ther­mome­ter is up above freez­ing again. And, for this kitten named Katya. She makes all of this job­less stuff bearable.

Internet Radio

I just wanted to share indienow.com with any of you who are inter­ested in lis­ten­ing to good music online. They’ve got dif­fer­ent feeds, depend­ing on your inter­net connection.

Also, I ordered the Shelby CD, after I learned from the Morn­ing News that the new New Yorker fic­tion editor is mar­ried to a band member. Hey, if it’s good, it’s good.

It’s funny too, because in their about page, they describe them­selves as The Who meets My Bloody Valen­tine… if there is any­thing that the clas­sic rocker Tbone and the modern rocker myself could agree on, it would be that com­bi­na­tion. no?

A Kick in the stomach

Yes, so the other shoe dropped today, as I found out that I fin­ished in second place for the BHCC job.

I kind of knew last week, when I called a woman there who was, up until then, giving me ter­rific sig­nals. She acted very stand-​offish, but polite on the phone, and I should have guessed what mes­sage was being con­veyed. The VP for Com­mu­ni­ca­tions, the big man, said that they went with some­one who had more expe­ri­ence, (yet the person in the posi­tion now has no expe­ri­ence, design or tech­ni­cal, in making websites).

I really want to wring some necks, but obvi­ously I am fail­ing to con­vince people that I can do the job. Either that, or there is a glut of talent in Boston, and too few oppor­tu­ni­ties. I’ll go with option 2.

Undesign?

This arti­cle on Lo-​Fi web design, which includes an inter­view with Jason Kottke, is very inter­est­ing. Jason argues that infor­ma­tion is more impor­tant to weblog writ­ing (why I love RSS read­ers), than having glitzy, highly-​graphical designs. Sites with 60k back­ground images need not apply… I agree, begrudgingly… and I love trend reporting.

CSS annoyances

These past few days, I’ve been intensely work­ing on a weblog site for a friend… using CSS. and it’s frus­trat­ing. It’s nearly impos­si­ble to do any­thing advanced layout-​wise with CSS. There are always browser incon­sis­ten­cies to deal with.

So after screw­ing with that for days on end, I decided to revert to tables. That site will be ready soon. But, I had to do some­thing affirm­ing with CSS, so I updated this site. Not an ounce of <table> code at all. Email me bugs (espe­cially on the mac­in­tosh / safari / mozilla side of things.)

Stop Motion in Boston

Anil posted this link to an online photo exhibit — Stop Motion Stud­ies — strange and beau­ti­ful por­traits on the Red line in Boston.

In these pho­tographs, the body lan­guage of the sub­jects becomes the basic syntax for a series of Web-​based ani­ma­tions explor­ing move­ment, ges­ture, and algo­rith­mic montage.

I love these. And, many pic­tures were taken in the sta­tion just down the street.

6 Years <3

Pres­ley and I spent our 6th anniver­sary at Carlos, little Ital­ian restau­rant in the old neigh­bor­hood in All­ston. It’s a quiant little place with good wine and ter­rific food. She had an Riga­tone with Egg­plant roll, meat­balls, sausages and chicken, in a plum tomato sauce. I had the lob­ster ravi­oli with salmon, plum toma­toes, in a lemon vodka sauce. She gave me the new McSweeny’s pack­age of issues 1-3 (reprint) and the upcom­ing issue 10. I gave her… um, dinner. I’m poor lately.

Jobs, Followup…

Well, after much call­ing and email­ing, I’ve finally heard that MIT hired an inter­nal can­di­date for the posi­tion I was in the run­ning for. I made it so far, out of a pool of over 100… seems like I was owed a phone call, but appar­ently not. So, my ener­gies shift to focus on the BHCC job. Options are run­ning out!

The Yes Men

Ok, so it’s 6:30ish in the morn­ing, and I’m watch­ing a video of the Yes Men at work. They’re an arts/political per­for­mance group, and they’re con­vinc­ing impos­tors, lam­poon­ing the GTO, Dow Chem­i­cal, or other global symbols… Here, the Yes Men pose as reps from the WTO, and present a modest pro­posal for solv­ing world hunger. I don’t know what is more funny: the pre­sen­ta­tion, the graph­ics, the ani­ma­tion, or the believ­ing stu­dents. Why didn’t the pro­fes­sor butt in?

WATCH VIDEO (click login, video, and scroll down for The Yesmen: The Platts­burgh Lecture)

CSS & XHTML

I’ve been build­ing my first XHTML & CSS site today. The ben­e­fits are increas­ingly appar­ent, though attempt­ing to build a com­pli­cated layout with­out using any <table> tags is daunt­ing. And boy do I love val­i­dat­ing along the way!

Beaver RSS aggregation tool

Well, I posted not long ago, extolling the virtues of Fee­dReader, but I’ve run into some bugs that drive me absolutely nuts. Take this for exam­ple. Every­time I restart the app, it tells me that my web­site has 276 new entries! That’s because the app isn’t prop­erly saving or read­ing whether a post is marked as “read” or “unread”. Sucky.

I’ve installed all the common win­dows apps, and none of them comes close to the usable design & fea­tures of Net­NewsWire for OsX… Appar­ently, I’m not the only one going through all this, too.

Enter Beaver, a great new app just begun this month. It has all the sim­plic­ity and use­ful­ness of Fee­dReader with­out all the bugs. And we’re only at v0.3.9! Kudos to Sumod — I look for­ward to watch­ing the development.

UPDATE: On Dave Winer‘s rec­om­men­da­tion, I installed another small RSS app called Wild­Grape News­Desk… I was less than impressed. Nev­er­mind that I had to down­load and install a BETA of the .NET Frame­work, but the UI is repul­sive. For starters, there isn’t a sub­scrip­tions button. It’s hard to add cus­tomized feeds, e.g. my RSS 2.0, and it doesn’t have a famil­iar 3-pane layout. Kinda lame.

Zakim Bridge

silly little drawingI was futz­ing around in Pho­to­shop the other day, in-​between work­ing on some free­lance gigs… (it’s coming matt!)… and I cre­ated this little vec­tor­ized ver­sion of the new Charles river bridge in Boston. I think it’s fab­u­lous that the city named it for Lenny Zakim, a civil rights activist and com­mu­nity leader — espe­cially given that he passed-​away in 1999.

I cer­tainly under­stand why gov­ern­ment build­ings and other projects are named for WWII heroes and long-​dead (some cor­rupt) politi­cians, but I’m encour­aged by this choice… It’s a modern, per­sonal and mean­ing­ful choice.

Per­son­ally, I’m kind of ambiva­lent about all of this Big Dig stuff. Ele­vated high­ways are evil, so I will be glad to see the Green Mon­ster come down. Still, what will be put in it’s place? And at what cost? The cur­rent plans call for mostly green “open” space, sur­rounded by sur­face roads that might have as many as 4 lanes. Whoa. Wait up. You’re replac­ing 8 lanes of ele­vated high­way, with 8 lanes of modern, wide-​lane sur­face streets. Not to men­tion the 10 lanes underground.

It would be a mis­take to try and cor­rect the trans­porta­tion and urban renewal mis­takes of the 1950s, by drop­ping a narrow park in the middle of all that asphalt. This city needs to knit back together the fabric of a neigh­bor­hood that was sheared in two. That means moderately-​scaled build­ings, shops, caf?s, side­walks and, in the middle of all this: a park. Maybe with a foun­tain. And, you’ve got to min­i­mize traf­fic. Make it dif­fi­cult for cars to move through there.

Down­town Boston burned in 1872, so rein­vent­ing down­town is noth­ing new. I’d hate to think that this sce­nario would unfold: Devel­op­ers get to build tall, pri­vate sky­scrap­ers cut off from the street; the fire depart­ment gets wide traf­fic lanes; the tree-​huggers get the rest as dead “open” space. That’s a recipe for a non-​place. This should be the place… the destination.

Temp Site Problems

Had some server prob­lems that caused the site to break today. Every­thing is back up, now.

W32.HLLP.Handy

So, to go along with the prob­lems Suck­ahs has been expe­ri­enc­ing in the past 72 hours, I’ve got a virus on my com­puter, and I’m spend­ing my sleep­ing hours trying to clean it up. I need to pur­chase Norton Inter­net Secu­rity I think. What a mess.

Gawker has RSS

I just dis­cov­ered, on a whim, that gawker does pro­vide excepts via RSS 0.91, 1.0. Now I can know instantly when Eliz­a­beth Spiers, Editor, attacks.

FeedReader

So, I’ve heard so much about this Net­NewsWire RSS news reader in the past weeks and months, but unfor­tu­nately I’m cur­rently con­fined to a Wintel box. So instead, I installed Fee­dReader, a very small and nifty RSS feed reader. I highly rec­om­mend it if you want to stay on top of news and your favorite inter­net sites. I’m making my entire most recent archives avail­able, with dates, titles, html, pics & copy in RSS 2.0

Coffeehouse as Office

Every time I’m in the cof­fee­house, I feel like each table is a home office… For exam­ple, on a given day at the cof­fee­house that I fre­quent, there are at least 5 or 6 laptop users, typing away into Word. Many have library books stacked up on their table, and note­books handy, each with their own unique scrawl.

Also, some­times I spy the person who brings all their mail/correspondence/bills from the past month, and pro­ceeds to open each one while sip­ping their latte. This sort of activ­ity usu­ally results in a huge trash pile. Amusing.

And, then there are those indi­vid­u­als who choose to make net­work­ing calls on their cell phone. I fail to see why such a person wouldn’t set his/her phone to vibrate. Or, fail­ing that, reduce the volume to an inof­fen­sive deci­bel level… but, they really must take this call.

I’m as guilty as the next guy/girl… Through­out col­lege, I’d spend almost every night at a cof­fee­house, where I stud­ied, wrote term papers, opened bills, wrote cheques, placed cell phone calls and man­u­fac­tured little piles of trash.

What do I do there now? I read. The papers, week­lies & month­lies, novels & non-fiction… you name it. So, it really is like a home office for me, too. The rel­a­tive bar­gain of our rent, here in cam­bridge, doesn’t enti­tle me to an office of one’s own. Why not take it to the coffeehouse?

Albany Dan’s Site is Down Up

NOTICE: If anyone is won­der­ing why the suck­ahs sites have been down inter­mit­tently this morn­ing, it’s because I tweaked some of the MT tem­plates on Albany Dan‘s page, and there is some kind of open loop thing hap­pen­ing. The pages were just hang­ing, and even­tu­ally the server cut every­thing off. So now, I must rewrite his tem­plates.

UPDATE: Every­thing is fixed. Just took about 10 min­utes of care­ful review to fix. Also, I got rid of all the DHTML lay­er­ing that seemed so cool in 2000, and replaced it with good ole’ fash­ioned tables. I’ve yet to make a site layout in pure CSS. I am not start­ing today.

Crystal Litter Pearl

On advice from Megnut, I bought our kitten Katya Crys­tal Litter Pearl cat litter. It’s so wierd, con­sid­er­ing I’ve never used any­thing else but dusty, odor-​eater smelling litter in 12+ years of cat own­er­ship. I fig­ured the sooner we switch the 8-month old Katya, the better. So, as soon as I poured the little white crys­tals into the pan, she was bat­ting them onto the hard­wood floors, and having a good time. I hope she doesn’t think this is a game, and not a place to pee.

UPDATE: When I got up this morn­ing, I saw that she had done #2. They’re unburied poops, they look pretty dried up and scoopable. I think I’ll go scoop them out.

You Shall Know Our Velocity

You shall sitI’ve been read­ing a lot lately, just not talk­ing much about it. I finally fin­ished get­ting through McSweeney’s Issue No. 5… I had pre­vi­ously just skimmed it.

While vis­it­ing Kunta in Brook­lyn, we stum­bled into the McSweeney’s store on 7th ave, and I found it such an odd, futilely amus­ing place.

I mean, your typ­i­cal McSweeney’s reader isn’t inclined to buy and sport a tshirt, is he or she? And as for the other random items they sell, though I enjoyed pawing through them, they aren’t at all desir­able to purchase.

I guess that’s not the point: McSweeney’s is as much a brand, or anti-​brand brand as any other buzz-​worthy com­mod­ity. Eggers’ & crew are image-​crafters as much as they are writ­ers, and if that means open­ing a bou­tique at con­sid­er­able expense, then hey, do it.

That said, I ordered Eggers’ new book You Shall Know Our Veloc­ity, and it came via UPS today.

First impres­sion, having read 1.5 pages? The inces­sant self-​reflexive pos­tur­ing in the intro­duc­tion of his first book is reigned. In fact, the novel begins on the front cover, con­tin­ues on the reverse of the cover, and takes off from there, with­out any introduction.

Gim­micky? Yes. Inter­est­ing? Always.

Jobs, etc.

I am start­ing to think I should create a ‘jobs’ cat­e­gory in move­able type… but i’ve got a lot of news lately in that regard.

I had 2 final-​round inter­views today, at MIT and BHCC. In the very unlikely event that I manage to be offered both jobs, it would be a dif­fi­cult choice… I like both sets of people very much.

I can walk to MIT, but BHCC is a great oppor­tu­nity as well. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, though. Wish a brotha luck.

The Power of Little Hand-Written Notes

note-card.gifAl Franken, in his most recent book, Oh The Things I Know…, extols the value Per­sonal Hand­writ­ten Notes, as a means of net­work­ing. He calls atten­tion to the fact that Pres­i­dent Bush (the Elder) made it a rou­tine in his life from the time he left Yale to write thou­sands of these notes to friends and sup­port­ers. And he became Direc­tor of the CIA, Ambas­sador to the UN, Vice Pres­i­dent, and Pres­i­dent. Let’s leave aside the notion that he might have actu­ally per­formed any of these duties sat­is­fac­to­rily, and con­sider Mr. Franken’s point:

It is so easy to send Email these days — click, typey typey, click, SENT! This devel­op­ment has con­tributed pos­i­tively to increased pro­duc­tiv­ity — as anyone who had to fiddle occa­sion­ally with a fax machine can attest. Yet, there are some very notice­able dis­con­nects even with this most ‘connected’ of all recent inventions.

First, because it’s easy to send mes­sages elec­tron­i­cally, it is just as easy to ignore them. How many people are as dili­gent with their Inbox count as they are with there check­book bal­ance? Ok, bad exam­ple in my case. But the point is sound — which brings me to…

Point two, Email affords very little per­sonal con­nec­tion, when com­pared with the writ­ten note. You can’t hold a piece of Email, nor appre­ci­ate the qual­ity of the paper or hand­writ­ing. Instead, typog­ra­phy is stan­dard­ized to Arial, indi­vid­ual flour­ish is restricted to the oblig­a­tory ‘e-signature’, and you get sev­eral hun­dred junk mes­sages a week, trying to sell you pornog­ra­phy, mort­gage rates, and a fake uni­ver­sity diploma.

Third, how many people actu­ally take the time to hand­write notes any­more? Mar­garet Shep­ard writes in her book
The Art of the Hand­writ­ten Note
, that it’s a mis­con­cep­tion that you don’t have the time. Ask your­self this: doesn’t it seem more sin­cere and extra­or­di­nary that some­one would take the time to send you a per­sonal hand­writ­ten note? That’s worth a few extra min­utes, and a walk to the post office.

Lastly, how good do you feel last time you sent an Email note to some­one? Today, I bought these nice note-​cards with a small lith­o­graphed image on the front, and I hand-​wrote notes to two people that have recently inter­viewed me for jobs. Now that they’re in the mail­box, I feel pos­i­tively giddy about these nice people open­ing their notes. It’s some­thing spe­cial and mem­o­rable, in an oth­er­wise rou­tine day.

There was some­thing funny about writ­ing these notes, how­ever, because it’s been so long since i’ve hand-​written any­thing longer than a cheque. In recent years, I’ve got quite good at sign­ing my name at the bottom of typed cover-​letters, sales inquiries and let­ters to the editor. My hand­writ­ing, once some­what pass­able, was atro­cious! It took a lot of warm­ing up and prac­tic­ing until I felt com­fort­able with the result. Cur­sive was totally out of the ques­tion, so I affected a kind of more styl­ized printing.

In a bad job-​climate, I think there is power in the Little Hand-​Written Note.

Holiday Movies Roundup

Ok, I have no desire to truly review all of the movies that I’ve seen in the past few weeks, espe­cially given Tbone‘s new and detailed reviews. But I would like to quickly say a few things about a few movies:

Lord of the Rings
Review: A+

Simply put, the best movie of the year. Viggo Mortensen should be a star the likes of which we haven’t seen since Har­ri­son Ford. Peter Jack­son did a much better job the second time around, and I am only look­ing for­ward to the third film.

Catch Me if You Can
Review: A

I know I’m nearly alone when I say that Spiel­berg (or Leonardo Dicaprio, Tom Hanks, too) doesn’t really do much for me, but Catch Me is a fun film. From the open­ing cred­its, to the musi­cal score com­posed by John Williams, you can tell that you’re in for a ride.

I don’t see what’s so great about the dumpy-​looking Tom Hanks in this film, but Leonardo Dicaprio is great, and the story is irresistible.

Gangs of New York
Review: B-

Chalk this one up as the dis­ap­point­ment of the year. Of all the hol­i­day movies, I was most look­ing for­ward to Martin Scorcese’s real­ist Gangs. One tiny prob­lem: Marty can’t make movies like this very well – he should stick to the grit of modern-​day new york.

The recre­ated streets of ante­bel­lum New York are eye-​popping, Daniel Day-​Lewis is extra­or­di­nary in his role as Bill the Butcher, but it’s the direc­tion and edit­ing that screws every­thing up. Take the over-the-top sym­bol­ism when Leo’s chrac­ter tosses a bible into the river as he leaves on his quest for revenge… Or, the mud­dled edit­ing during the first nativist/irish gang fight. Save it for the DVD, folks. Maybe then we can see the full Director’s cut.

About Schmidt
Review: A-

The plot is simple, and unre­solved at the end, but Schmidt was the most supris­ingly good movie of the hol­i­days. Despite some critic’s reviews, I thought Jack Nichol­son was the most sin­cere char­ac­ter on the screen. I didn’t feel as if Jack was giving us the wink wink treat­ment through­out. Dermot Mul­roney, though he got the laughs, almost soured the film, but Kathy Bates pro­vided enough of a counter to Jack’s WASP per­sona to make the whole thing interesting.

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Wish i had more inter­est­ing observations…. but hey, I’ve got other fish to fry.