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June 30, 2007

Flick and pinch

Sorry to leave you hanging last night. I did indeed get an iPhone right after 6:00 PM. I may in fact have been the first person in Chicago to activate it since my office was right across the street from the AT&T store. I think I was screwing around on it by 6:15.

So, yes, I have it. Yes, I love it. I'll certainly post a review.

But can you give us some alone time please?

Tags: gadget, iphone, joy, phone, ipod

Posted at 5:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (2) | Topic: Science/Tech

June 29, 2007

18:00 iPhone

The best part about sitting out here for half the day is the people watching -- and not just the nerds in line like me. It's become a bit of a game to make up replies to the suburbanites fleeing the city who ask “What are you in line for?” There's a sizable group of commuters who now truly believe that Kevin Federline is in town, for instance.

Waiting hasn't been too bad actually. The store clerks periodically bring out snacks, water, and even Chipotle for us, believe it or not.

The line-sitters fall into a few camps: plain old dorks (that'd be me), young kids, and people who will have the phones up on eBay as soon as they get home. And then there are the homeless people who have been hired to wait in line. Sad, really, but they're happy. Paid, free food, and a bit of a fun atmosphere. There has been only one fight between drunks. (This did not involve me.)

So I'm just sitting here sucking off wifi across the street from Caribou. When the light turns red and the traffic piles up I lose signal. A guy and I bought extension cords and have strung them the length of the 100 or so people who are here so all the nerds can compute. We're happy.

A little over an hour now.

Tags: at&t, iphone, retail, waiting

Posted at 4:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | Topic: Science/Tech

June 28, 2007

Data in the cloud

In response to my weak rationalization about why I am getting an iPhone Ian asked about which web apps I use. So here they are (with the offline apps they synch with on both Mac and PC).

function	web app	offline Mac app	offline PC app
e-mail	Gmail	Thunderbird	Thunderbird
calendar	Google Calendar	iCal*	Sunbird**
contacts	Plaxo	OSX Address Book	Thunderbird
lists/notes	Backpack	Packrat	[none]
project collaboration	Basecamp	[none]	[none]
RSS	Newsgator	NetNewsWire	FeedDemon
blog authoring	Movable Type	Ecto	Ecto

[*] Does not support two-way synching.
[**] The latest build of Sunbird (0.5) does support two-way synching. If I have to do that (like on an airplane) I use Sunbird on the Mac.

Of course this says nothing of all the other data that lives out in the tuboverse. Flickr, Ancestry.com, Google Spreadsheets and on and on. But these have no desktop equivalents at all so I don't include them here. Suffice to say, most of my most critical data lives somewhere online.

iPhone, I am ready for you if you will have me.

(HTML tables! Yay, old school layout!)

Tags: apps, data, online, web

Posted at 7:54 PM | Permalink | Comments (4) | Topic: Web

Urban oasis

A few years after the Wacker Drive demolition and rebuild the little Vietnam Memorial plaza on the Chicago River is open for passersby. Between State and Wabash on the south side. It isn't exactly a full-on riverwalk, but it does make the waterway seem less like a gulch. Really quite nice.

This is right across from the former location of IBM in Chicago. Makes me miss the area all the more. What a great place it would have been to get away from the office hubbub. Might have even been able to rig a Wifi repeater to shoot across the river. Oh well. I'll just sulk in the skyscraper canyon we're now in.

For Chicago River fans out there, here's a video of me taking the water taxi east on the main branch to the Michigan Avenue quay.

Sluicing through the blog archives I am struck at my obsession with this river. Go with the flow:

Brita City (re-engineering the river)

Escher streetscape (watching the drawbridges let sailboats in)

A unique phone call (floating past a bridge on fire)

Tipping Point (the Eastland disaster)

Available: loft apartment w/ lake and river view (man who lived in the Michigan Ave. bridge)

Man vs. sailboat (outrunning the drawbridges)

Tags: chicago, park, vietnam, river

Posted at 2:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | Topic: Chicago

June 27, 2007

Lord of the Gizmos

Can I tell you how many times I've been asked: Are you getting an iPhone? No, I cannot, for I cannot count that high unassisted by spreadsheet.

People, of course I am getting an iPhone ... but maybe not for the reasons you suspect.

I've needed a new phone since January. My trusty, bulky Sony Ericsson S710a was simply not cutting it any longer. I was prepared for a new phone but then heard that the iPhone was coming. Months in the future of course, but on the horizon. So I waited. Waited for the details to trickle in.

Not everything impressed. When I found out it would be on my current carrier Cingular I was happy. Then I remembered it was Cingular and I was sad. Because Cingular sucks, but they have good international coverage, which is the only reason I am with them. Then I learned that the iPhone would not support Cingular's nascent 3G network. And I was really sad. This will most certainly suck.

But the real reason I am going to get one is that I am coming around to convergence -- when done right. Everything I have seen suggests that this device can synthesize a phone and an iPod perfectly. True, it will not be the 80GB version I haul around, but it has caused me to rethink my iPod strategy. I carry an 80GB mostly because of long-distance travel, not for my commute. Who the hell listens to 80GB of music in a typical session on the iPod? No one. But the large capacity is ideal for when you are away from your main music library for a time and want choice.

The iPhone has me rethinking. The only other device I always have on me is my laptop and, while it does not have enough free space to house my entire collection, there are multiple options for expansion including swapping the CD drive (which I rarely use) for a second hard drive or using a tiny external drive. I might just do this. Unload the 80GB and use the iPhone exclusively for listening on the go.

The other reason the iPhone makes sense to me is coincidental. I have been moving all my critical data to web services in the last year. E-mail, bookmarks, to do lists, calendar, project plans, backups, everything is now accessible via a web interface. And this, despite the protestations of OSX developers everywhere, is the only way Apple is currently allowing developer access to the platform -- through web apps. I still love offline, cross-platform access to data, but this will do for a mobile device.

So what's my plan on Friday? Well, there is an AT&T/Cingular store right across the street from my office. As soon as I see a line form, I'm out there.

Tags: apple, iphone, phone, at&t

Posted at 8:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (3) | Topic: Science/Tech

Water and fire

There was a torrential afternoon downpour yesterday that caught all three of my kids -- which includes my one-year-old baby girl -- and their Ghanaian babysitter in the rain at the park. They got drenched. And they loved it, especially the toddler. Apparently this is good news, for in Ghana it is said that if a baby gets rained on and does not cry it will live a long life. Who knew?

My three-year-old boy, however, has a problem. A few weeks ago we were out for a stroll and we passed the neighborhood fire department just as the engines were preparing to roll. They laid on the sirens and that really loud, low bellow before they left the station. This noise, compounded by the soundboard of the open garage and the fact that we were approximately 20 feet away, scared the daylights out of my kids. My wife and I were startled too. It was like standing on the deck of an aircraft carrier. (Not that I'd know.)

Now, whenever a fire truck blares by -- and this is often as we are on a major route out of the station -- my three-year-old freaks out. Runs amok, hands covering his ears, shaking, scared mindless. It has gotten so bad that if he thinks something sounds even remotely like a siren (which in the city is like background radiation) he loses it or if he thinks there's a likelihood of fire, say, because he sees open flame on the grill, he freaks. Pavlovian, yet heartbreaking. We've offered to bake cookies and head to the firehouse tomorrow to have him meet the nice firefighters and confront his fears. He's less than sure about that.

I don't believe there is any west African folk wisdom for this problem.

Update: Thelovelywife took Andrew to the local firehouse with a platter of cookies to confront his fears.

The firefighters were totally accommodating, letting he and his brother and cousin play in the engine cab and with the hoses. And yet, Andrew had his hands at his ears the whole time -- scared that there's be a fire emergency in the neighborhood at any time. And in fact there was. Engines rolled. Tears flowed.

Tags: baby, fear, ghana, rain, siren

Posted at 2:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | Topic: The Darnedest Things

June 25, 2007

Moodbuster

Been in a funk all day. But the funk has broken, so to speak.

I was playing tennis with my brother, getting my ass handed to me on a platter on a crappy public court (massive weed-strewn fissures down the hardtop, sandstorm-grade dust blowing over from an abutting dog track -- nice design there, city, net two cranks too low) and it was freaking hot. Perfect to maintain my stroppy disposition.

But then I see a couple near a park bench. One or both of them is deaf because they are signing like mad. Not sure if they were arguing but whatever they were saying it was intense. And then one of them gives the sign (I'm guessing here) for “Screw this, let's SMS” and they pull out identical smartphones. They regain composure, sit down and start texting back and forth, right next to each other, happy as clams.

It was the most beautiful thing. I think I broke my brother's serve after that.

Tags: mood, signlanguage, sms

Posted at 6:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | Topic: Notes

Instant messaging peeves

In a bit of a mood today so here's my chat annoyance list.

When status says “not available” or “do not disturb.” I have never understood this. If you are using a chat application but not accepting messages what's the point? Log off.

“I just e-mailed you.” Yes, thank you I see your note sitting right here in my inbox. This is only slightly less annoying than people who call you to let you know that they've e-mailed you right after clicking send. E-mail is asynchronous, people. Look it up.

“On the phone” or, worse, “otp.” Yes, that's why I chose to ping you instead of ring you. And if you can't do two things at once, why are you on chat? IM isn't for uni-taskers.

When people treat IM like an e-mail. “Dear John, I am writing you to follow up on the matter we discussed ... [18 lines later] ... Sincerely, Mary.” Nice selection of medium there, Mary.

“Are you using [insert app here]?” This would be like asking people if they are using Outlook before sending an e-mail. Who cares?

12:51 PM		Mary: you there?
12:51 PM		John: yes
1:47 PM		Mary: just seeing if you are around

And the obverse:

2:15 PM		Mary: there john?
2:15 PM		Mary: hello??????

When you know someone is typing (“Mary is typing ...”) and it takes forever. People, put down the Strunk and White and hit return. Chat. Not oration.

OK, all done. Damn you, Mary.

Tags: annoyances, chat, im, etiquette

Posted at 1:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (2) | Topic: Notes

June 23, 2007

Beauty in the breakdown

Not sure why it has taken me to so long to upload this, but here's a great time-lapse video from the winter of 2004-2005 of the deconstruction of the Sun-Times building from the IBM building. A monument to the pre-Trump era.

Thanks to Jack Blanchard and Jeff Berg.

Man, I miss that view.

Tags: deconstruction, demolition, ibm, suntimes

Posted at 12:53 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | Topic: Chicago

June 22, 2007

Of orphans, the dead, and a house on a street that does not exist

Last weekend the boys and I set off on the last major pre-Italy fact-gathering adventure. Actually it was kinda morbid or, at least, odd for a five- and three-year-old. The goal was to visit my great-grandparents' residence in Little Italy, the cemetery where they are buried, and the orphanage where my grandfather grew up. Why? Not entirely sure. Not a lot of facts to be gathered at these places frankly. I guess I just had to see.

We started in the massive, mostly-Italian cemetery of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. It is a Roman phonebook written in weathered stone.

We hunted around the graves with a crappy map. It was sweltering. And we were being pummeled by sex-crazed cicadas. But the boys were troopers. Nathan said “So, Dad. Everybody's dead here?”

“Yes, all dead.”

“Why are they in the ground?”

Didn't have a great answer for that one.

We got the map in the sprawling mausoleum which really freaked out the boys. Except occasionally for soft strains of angelic choirs coming from somewhere it was supernaturally quite -- a situation my children have never experienced. Also the smell. Not quite rancid, but certainly not right. We got outta there quickly.

Back to the grave hunt. Basically Giuseppe Tolva doesn't have a very elaborate grave, which is why it took us forever to find it. Most graves have upright markers and are visible from the cemetery roads, but his is flat with the ground all the way in the back of the vertical tombstones. I'd love to know who paid to inter him here and even more to know who put the artificial flower on the headstone. Interestingly there is no marker for his mistress nearby as we were led to believe. Just a joint grave for his two daughters.

The heat and bug assault was too much so we had to cut our hunt short for Grace, his wife. We decamped for Maryville Academy, the orphanage my grandfather grew up in when Grace died in childbirth with his brother. Frankly it was more depressing than the graveyard and even harder to grasp for my kids than the corpses in the ground.

“You mean the kids here have no parents? Why not?”

“Well some of them are dead and in the ground.”

The boys' eyes enlarge to the size of silver dollars.

Actually Maryville isn't an orphanage anymore. It serves physically, sexually and emotionally abused and neglected children. The old building, the beloved home of my grandfather (he maintained a relationship with the staff there all his life), is in sorry shape. It looks a bit like a dilapidated southern plantation house. The heat and cicadas made it feel all the more so. But still it felt like it could have been a good place for my grandfather. You'd not have been surprised to turn a corner and see this Maryville scene on a park bench. (Photo of my great-grandfather, great-uncle, and great-aunt circa 1920.)

Back into the city with two very tired boys. The heat-spawned rain was starting to fall as we headed into Little Italy. I had recently found Giuseppe's World War I draft registration card which contained an important (and unknown) reference to his residence at the time: 908 Sholto. It was in his own scrawl so I figured I was reading it wrong. Never heard of such a street in Chicago. So I found a list of all the streets. Nope, no Sholto. Great, doesn't exist. Or maybe the UIC construction in the 1960's destroyed it? Turns out, the street had only been renamed. 908 Sholto is actually 908 S. Carpenter.

The kids had fallen asleep in the car by this point. It was pouring rain and I was prowling around the east edge of Little Italy looking a little suspicious. I'm pretty sure the home at 908 S. Carpenter is not the same one Giuseppe and Grazia lived in, but you never know. There are plenty of buildings that have stood that long. I have to believe they were crammed in there with other immigrants.

Yep, I guess I just had to see.

Tags: cemetery, littleitaly, maryville, orphanage, ourladyofmountcarmel, chicago, sholto

Posted at 2:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | Topic: Return to Barile

June 20, 2007

“Gone out of experience”

The New Yorker has a fascinating article on an Amazonian tribe called the Pirahã.

What makes this tribe special is that their language defies a major linguistic theory, championed by Noam Chomsky, that posits a “universal grammar” embedded in the human brain that explains the structural similarity between every language on Earth. In a nutshell, this theory claims that all languages are shaped by a unique biologically-based human ability to create recursive thought structures. What's that? Well, basically, it is inserting one thought into another. Such as the combination of “A dog is barking” and “The dog has fleas” into “The dog which has fleas is barking.”

The Pirahã don't do this. Indeed, it appears that they can't. They simply do not think this way because, in essence, recursion is based on abstraction and the Pirahã do not deal with abstraction.

... the Pirahã perceive reality solely according to what exists within the boundaries of their direct experience -- which Everett defined as anything that they can see and hear, or that someone living has seen and heard. “When someone walks around a bend in the river, the Pirahã say that the person has not simply gone away but xibipío -- 'gone out of experience,'” Everett said. “They use the same phrase when a candle flame flickers. The light 'goes in and out of experience.'”

This has set the linguistic world, much of which subscribes to the Chomskyan belief in an innate, biological basis for the structure of language, on its ear.

I've had a passing interest in linguistics since grad school and I bounce around the periphery of ongoing debate, but what really interested me about this piece is how much it reminded me of a comment my son made last year, which I wrote about:

Recently as we passed some strangers on the street he asked “What happens to people when you don't see them anymore?” He was hovering around asking whether they ceased to exist, though he never actually said so. We explained that they kept on living their own lives and that we'd probably never see them again. This saddened him a bit, though only slightly less that it puzzled him. I think he's only just realizing that the sum of human experience is a superset of his own.

That got me thinking about the “universal grammar” concept. Maybe abstraction is not biologically-based but learned. But it went further:

... he's even more obsessed with names. He simply cannot understand how there can be things that do not have names. He constantly asks about how something can exist if it doesn't have a name. I explain that there are thousands (millions?) of species of animals, mostly small critters, that we suspect exist but have not been discovered and so have not named. Not to mention undiscovered stars, comets, planets and new concepts, future fashion trends, and dance moves.... Like Adam naming stuff in Eden, the power to name is the power to make real for my boy.

So, there it is. One researcher in the Amazon jungle and one little boy in Chicago, both defying the reigning theory on the origin of language. Perhaps my son has Pirahã blood in his veins (though his genography says no).

Tags: experience, language, linguistics, amazon

Posted at 10:41 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | Topic: Words

June 14, 2007

Wimbledon comes to Second Life (again)

One could argue that it was Wimbledon last year that really jump-started IBM's involvement in virtual worlds. Before all the hype, before the “but I need a first life!” meme, before IBM committed itself to the space, a small crew of talented developers out of Hursley, England capitalized on IBM's long relationship with Wimbledon* by creating a rudimentary centre court in Second Life. From there it's really a blur.

Fast forward a year and the new Wimbledon build on one of the official IBM islands is a good showcase of how far we've come. Real-time shot trajectory plotting in 3D, weather plotting, scoreboards, video playback, a shop, and a backdrop for posing your avatar against actual photos from the All England club.

Eightbar has the full scoop, of course.

If you've got Second Life, have a visit.

[*] After The Hermitage, the Wimbledon webcasts of 1999 and 2000 were my next projects in IBM. There's been nothing quite like the adrenalin of those days, coordinating live event coverage with outrageous traffic and no caching. (OK, almost nothing like it.)

Tags: ibm, secondlife, wimbledon

Posted at 8:00 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | Topic: Virtual Worlds

From Movable Type to movable type

On the flight to St. Petersburg I listened to the podcast of a session I missed at SXSW called From Blog to Book (audio). It was, duh, about turning one's blog into a book. Now, don't panic, I'm not naïve enough to assume that the content of this blog is worthy of bookdom. Seriously, I know. Nor do I assume that the number of readers of this blog constitutes enough of a market to make a print-run viable. But still. One can dream.

The upcoming trip to Barile just seems to me so apt for linear exposition, either as a series of articles or as a book. Why would it make a good story, you ask? Well, consider that I am hauling myself and my not-so-worldly parents across the ocean to a remote corner of Italy merely on the invitation of a municipal council whose only e-mail to me reads:

Dear Sir John Tolve, we're the “Pro-Loco” of Barile in the province Potenza, Italy. We wold like to invite you to a conference and we want establish it (date) with your business. This event will be held next summer and we wish to award you for your activities developed in USA. As we are very prond of your “Barilese” origins and we would like to spend a celebration day with you. We are looking forevard to receive your news

My reply and subsequent re-replies have all bounced back because of a too-full mailbox in Barile.

Now, of course I've been in contact with others -- a representative of the regional government, a family friend who is a travel agent in the area, a work colleague outside of Naples, and an Italian cousin whose coming in from Holland -- but none of them really know what's going on or what's going to happen in Barile. This in itself I find interesting. As in, what the hell am I doing leaving my wife and children in Chicago to go to Italy for “a celebration day”? Might make a good start to a book, no? A mystery-travelogue of sorts.

So back to the podcast From Blog to Book. My expectations were fairly low since, let's face it, not that many great bloggers have become great print writers. What esteemed example do they have on the panel? That'd be Tucker Max, author of tuckermax.com, one of the most offensively, hilariously puerile sites on the 'tubes. Basically Tucker is a decent writer with an insatiable libido, a love of reckless inebriation, and zero moral qualms. As you might imagine, the session wasn't exactly loaded with tips for aspiring writers because, well, humanity being what it is, anyone who can write well about drunken sex is bound to do pretty well for himself. As I do not plan on drunken sex in Italy (“day of celebration”, eh?) I am lacking a critical component of this sure-fire formula for success.

But I'd still like to try. Not sure where to begin (other than this blog, of course). Suggestions welcome. I know some of you out there have been published!

Of course, we'll have to see what happens in Italy. My money is on the unexpected.

T-minus 3 weeks, 1 day.

Tags: blog, italy, publication, storytelling

Posted at 12:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | Topic: Return to Barile

June 13, 2007

Arbëreshë

A leading freedom fight dies in a war between faiths, west and east. Thousands of refugees flee to a neighboring country. Sound familiar?

This is Albania, 15th century. The Ottoman empire has amassed the largest army the world has known and is inching westward into Europe. The town of Krujë is under siege and has repelled two assaults under the command of George Kastrioti, known as Skanderbeg. During a third siege Skanderbeg succumbs to malaria. Krujë falls shortly thereafter and the Ottoman empire expands. Albania's long resistance has given Vienna time to prepare, but the Turks are on the march.

In the next century nearly 300,000 Albanians fled their homeland, most to southern Italy. Modern Italy retains a link to Albania through the descendants of these refugees who established villages throughout the south. Barile, the birthplace of my great-grandparents, is one of these villages.

These Italians of Albanian descent are known as the Arbëreshë. They speak a language that's basically unintelligible to modern Albanians (and of course Italians). It is the language of pre-Ottoman Albania, roughly equivalent to someone today speaking 15th century English in conversation. Despite not officially being classified as a protected ethnic minority in Italy, the Arbëreshë have retained customs and rites through to today, including a very peculiar singing style.

When I visited Barile in 1993 all the town signage was in Italian exclusively. In 2003 it was bilingual with Arbërisht underneath. I take this more as a tourist play than any kind of ethnic resurgence. Still, a good thing. As I've said before, the diversity of the south of Italy can be quite surprising, permitting glimpses into non-Roman cultures that you don't find in the hills of Tuscany and alleys of Rome.

Of course, the struggles in Albania and the former Yugoslavia continue today. As does the exodus of refugees to Italy, particularly after the fall of communism. The most recent flight is excellently portrayed in the film Lamerica.

Tags: albania, arberesh, italy, ottoman, refugee

Posted at 9:28 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | Topic: Return to Barile

June 12, 2007

Beyond shuffle

Had a thought.

Been listening to this on my iPod for a while (it is three hours long). There are sections in it that sound like the interference headphones and speakers get from incoming mobile signals. At first I thought it was my phone, but it isn't. It's in the recording, sorta like a watermark. Since it is a live recording perhaps it was picked up during the show.

It got me thinking about randomness in music recordings. Artists have been talking about this for decades, trying to approximate the variability of a live performance in a static recording. Basically it isn't possible, though that which does exist tends towards empowering the listener to muck with the tracks. But what about merely giving the artist the ability to vary the song on a given listen?

You'd not need a new audio format, it seems to me. What about using the comments metadata section in an MP3 (or AAC, whatever) to include an executable chunk of code that could manipulate the actual audio stream? Obviously your player would need a plug-in of some sort to run the code, but that's easy with the extensibility of most apps these days.

How would it work? Well, the song would play normally. The plug-in would look for comments and would be alerted by some string that announced that the contents were executable. If the plug-in were sophisticated enough it could do anything from simple effects (flanging, phasing, echoing) to actual audio insertions and overlays. You could imagine an online component that would go out and pre-fetch snippets or sounds that could be layered into the pre-recorded track. The key would be variability. It would not happen every time -- or rather it would not have to happen every time. If it did, why not pre-record it? The idea is akin to apps today that live a dual existence on one's machine and also, in part, online. If you didn't have the plug-in the song would play normally.

It wouldn't substitute for an artist's creative freedom during a live show, but it would reinsert variability into the act of playback -- something that's been a part of the musical experience far longer than the era of recorded sound that we live in.

Update: Nick Nice, the artist behind the mix linked above, contacted me. He confirmed that the noise was in fact from his phone being too close to the mixer when an SMS was coming in.

Tags: generative, metadata, music, variable

Posted at 9:19 AM | Permalink | Comments (2) | Topic: Music

June 10, 2007

Set trimmers to kill

Buzzed my hair down to the scalp today. Up yours male pattern baldness!

Update: Best comments on new buzz:

"Did you get lice in Russia?"
"Overclocked brains require better heatsinks, right?"
"Your back hair is now officially longer than your head hair."

Tags: bald, buzz, hair

Posted at 9:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (5) | Topic: Notes

June 9, 2007

Socio

Been thinking a lot about social networks lately. This is mostly because I am part of a team building one. But is just as likely due to Facebook's amazing proliferation lately.

Figured I'd collect all my nets in one place. Because, you know, I need more friends. (* means you gotta be a part of the network to see the profile.)

Cork'd
del.icio.us
Dopplr* (Closed beta, unfortunately. I have a few invites left if you are interested.)
Facebook*
Flickr
Last.fm
Library Thing
LinkedIn
Twitter (And my car's Twitter page.)

And let us not forget Isolatr, the anti-social network. Helping you find where other people aren't.

Tags: people, socialnetworking, web2.0

Posted at 9:19 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | Topic: Web

June 8, 2007

Better than Information Superhighway, I suppose

Spotted at the St. Petersburg airport. I'd like to say this ad is from 1999, when the term cyberspace at least had a degree of currency. Alas, no. It is new. Someone somewhere thought this was a good idea. Cyberspace. Sheesh! The term was awful even when it didn't sound dated.

Sidenote: St. P's airport is called Pulkovo II. Like a sequel. Revenge of the Airport.

Tags: advertising, cyberspace, hermitage, museum

Posted at 10:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | Topic: Travel

June 7, 2007

Can't we all just get along?

Ah, apparently we can.

Who's that next to Bush? (Get annotatin'.)

Tags: bush, matroyshka, putin

Posted at 12:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | Topic: America

June 5, 2007

How to know you're in trouble for the web demo you're about to give

Your co-presenter says the following things during set-up. Let's call this person a she. Let's call her Pauline. Let's also call her my boss.

• In establishing a wireless network connection she said “Oh, we're not connected.” The status said connected 100% and it clearly was. I looked at her funny. She said “See, the little lines aren't making it all the way across.”

  

  That's eye-candy, Pauline. An animation. To make users feel warm inside. It means nothing. But that brick wall there, that really does exist. Best way to keep out viruses is to run your connection straight through solid brick. Kills 'em right off, I tell you.
• I ask her to find an empty spot on her desktop and drop a file there. She responds “There are no empty spaces.” Wha? Looking over I see she's right. Not a single square of available space. I think everything she's ever downloaded is crammed onto this single screen. Half of which are the executable installs for the very program icons that follow them. And, since Windows often uses the same icon for installs and for the program itself she reinstalls apps about as often as she means to run them.
• “Wow! How did you just switch programs that fast?” Um, I clicked on the other window. (No Alt-Tab sorcery here folks!) "I didn't know you could do that,“ she says. ”If I need to go from one program to another I just close the window and open a new one.“ Hello, MS-DOS!

I'm doomed.

Tags: inept, windows, techsupport

Posted at 2:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (3) | Topic: Notes

Midnight in St. Petersburg

Like a light-bathed chicken I have been laying eggs around the clock.

Not so good for the jetlag timeshift, but still wonderful.

Tags: canal, russia, saintpetersburg, whitenights

Posted at 1:09 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | Topic: Travel

June 4, 2007

This is what happens back at home when I travel

The inmates run the asylum (and my Last.fm account, apparently).

Tags: kids, lastfm, music

Posted at 6:35 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | Topic: Music

June 1, 2007

Enough already

I'm sure there are some readers sick of the baseball and genealogy posts. Suffice to say that my blissful month of no travel (OK, not much travel -- I'm in NYC right now) is coming to an end. This means new posts on things like Russia when it don't go dark, travels with Oprah Winfrey, certainly a trip or two to China, and a few other new destinations.

My loss, your gain.

Tags: blog, travel

Posted at 6:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | Topic: Notes