Huzzah for vacations

November 26th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

I’m back from my whirlwind Thanksgiving vacation. It started with a few days at my parents’ house, where I stuffed myself silly and admired the ever-expanding vegetable garden in back. Then I went down to Santa Cruz, just in time to enjoy a power outage. I capped things off today by spending part of my afternoon soaking in a hot tub at Well Within.

Back to work tomorrow. New posts soonish.


November 18th, 2001 § Three comments § permalink

My roommate and I went up Page Mill Road last night to see the Leonids. The turnout was amazing. Cars lined the road all the way up to the top of the mountain.

And the meteor shower was spectacular. The meteors came in waves; there would be none at all for a few minutes, and suddenly three would pierce the night all at once. I spent about an hour watching meteors and imagining an indulgent god, tossing fireworks from the heavens for the amusement of his children.

Oh boy!

November 16th, 2001 § Two comments § permalink

There’s currently an Eames-designed exhibit at San Francisco’s Exploratorium. I have got to get up to the city.


November 16th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

Christie has another take on the all-new “[Y]ou could also say it’s like when a character is killed off because the audience is losing interest, but then the producers bring him back on the show a few seasons later with a new haircut and a gay partner or something. They’re thinking, ‘Let’s see if the audience will like him better this time around.’”

Actually, you and Brian are both wrong. It’s more like the show was cancelled for low ratings, but the producers hired a few new writers, filmed some different opening credits, and got a network exec really drunk, and the exec foolishly decided to put the show back on the air.

If you have more theories about the new and its possible relationship to bad sitcoms, you should definitely click the little “Comments” link and put those theories in writing. Meanwhile, I’m working on some less self-referential posts, but they’re taking a while to write. Bear with me while I pull my thoughts together.

The reviews are in

November 16th, 2001 § Three comments § permalink

People seem to be happy that I’m updating this site again, which is gratifying. The content has been more popular than the design, which, thanks to my careless use of inline CSS, is all thraxed up in old Web browsers.

Brian had my favorite take on the new site:

I’m glad has returned – it’s sort of like the new season of a
familiar television show, only the writers have been instructed to “sex it
up” to improve ratings.

Save our Internet

November 15th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

Lawrence Lessig on the threat that new laws pose to the Internet as we know it:

Changes to the Internet’s original core will in turn threaten the
network’s potential everywhere—staunching the opportunity for
innovation and creativity. Thus, at the moment this transformation could
have a meaningful effect, a counterrevolution is succeeding in
undermining the potential of this network.

The Powers of Ten

November 14th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

Finished watching The Films of Charles & Ray Eames – The Powers of 10. If I taught a sixth-grade science class, I would definitely make my students watch The Powers of Ten.

The DVD also included a short film, made after Ray Eames died, that showed what was in the Eames studio before its contents were packed up and sent to museums. Unfortunately, the murky quality of the film doesn’t do justice to the Eames’ work, but it still gives a sense of the catholicity of their interests and the extent of their genius.

The Library of Congress has a great exhibition of their work (more photos). If you can recommend a particularly good book about Charles and Ray Eames, please do.

Food or bomb

November 12th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

The U.S. military is dropping food packages and cluster bombs on Afghanistan. The packages and bombs are both bright yellow, and they’re nearly the same size. The only real difference is the shape—the bombs are in cans, and the food is in boxes.

I am absolutely stunned.

The military is using radio broadcasts to warn Afghanis about the potential confusion. Meanwhile, Rep. Cynthia McKinney (D-Ga.) spoke about the issue before the House (click the link next to “Food Aid for Afghans”).

McKinney concluded her remarks with the following statement, which about sums it up:

Mr. Speaker, not only do innocent Afghans have to worry about the Taliban, not only do they have to worry about landmines left over from the last war, not only do they have to worry about starving to death and the approaching winter, now they have to worry about bombs that look like food.

Planes II

November 12th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

My timing, it seems, couldn’t have been worse. Jesus.


November 11th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

Since September 11, I’ve dreamt about planes.

Sometimes nothing goes wrong in my dreams—there’s a plane flying, no more. Sometimes I dream of a plane spiraling down to earth, not directly towards my house but perhaps a few blocks over. It probably doesn’t help that I live right by the train tracks; at 4 a.m., a freight train roaring past sounds a lot like a jet engine.

A few months ago, I went to a Giants game at Pacific Bell Park. Not long after sitting down, I had a vision of an airplane crashing into the stadium, and I spent much of the game wondering how far we were from SFO and how wide a Boeing 767′s wings are.

Mercifully, the dreams have started to recede in the past few weeks. I thought of them tonight, though, when I read yet another article about why the World Trade Center’s towers collapsed. And after reading the last two paragraphs of the article, I’ll probably dream about planes again tonight:

The south tower, its top listing noticeably to the southeast, fell at 9:59 a.m.; the north tower followed at 10:28 a.m.

Workers have been removing debris and human remains from the site ever since.

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