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The front page of the Apple website is counting down the days until new products are announced at MacWorld San Francisco next Monday. They started two days ago with a big headline reading: "7 days until Macworld 2002 - This One is Big. Even By Our Standards." Then the next day they changed it to "Count the days. Count the hours. Count on being blown away." And then today, with five days left, Apple really stirred things up with the headline "Beyond the rumor sites. Way beyond." The message boards are reaching critical mass as the Mac fanatics outdo each other speculating about what could be so big. I have to think the people looking for dodecahedron shaped G5 towers starting at 2 Ghz are going to be a little disappointed.
Strange. I hadn't been able to access my canon G1 digital camera since I upgraded to 10.1.2, but now I've discovered that it will recognize the camera if the AC power to the camera is not used. This doesn't make sense to me, but I'm happy to have access to my pictures again.
No, I'm not a very good dancer. That didn't stop me though. After a great night at AKA we staggered down Orchard St. to someone's loft where Nicholas - I mean, Big Jimmy Fingers - was spinning from 2:00 until ?. The whole place was covered in CDs. I mean the walls, the ceiling, the whole place. Covered in CDs. Nice.
And like I said, I'm not a good dancer. It takes a lot to get me out there. But it's fun when it happens. Full on ecstatic arm waving dancing. It's theraputic. Somehow we ended up with Bill's bottle of Hungarian Tokaji, which probably isn't the best thing to be swigging to the super heated disco beat, but that's what happened. Eventually (where eventually equals this morning) you pay for such transgressions. I was having such a good time I can honestly say I was nonplussed by the small asian girl in the front who would not stay inside her dress. Yeah, yeah. That's just what happens when it gets late. I completely forgot myself, which I guess comes to about the same thing as finding yourself. Your real self. Or one of them at least.
After that it gets a little fuzzy. Of course we wound up at Barramundi. That's where MB and I met, and in the end, that's familly. I think we were doing tequila shots with Erica, but I'll have to check with Tony to be sure. Thinking of a master plan, this ain't nothing but sweat inside my hand. Some day I'll write more about that place. It's special.
This morning seems like the best day ever. Crystal clear skys. Warm. I walked up to Russ & Daughters to buy bagels and loxs with my jacket open just basking in the bright winter sun. I've got a good feeling about this 2002 deal.