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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.
From metafilter comes my (probably) last post of the year.
Imagine that the history of the universe is compressed into one year—with the big bang occurring in the first seconds of New Year’s Day, and all our known history occurring in the final seconds before midnight on December 31. Using this scale of time, each month would equal a little over a billion years. Here’s a closer look at when important events would occur when we imagine the universe in one year.The rest of the months are condensed on the linked page, but here's the expanded December calendar for our thought experiment year:
I love that the final 10 second New Year's countdown brings us from the building of the pyramids all the way to the present. At this pace we should have the galaxy populated by the end of New Year's Day. Let's get to work.
Apparently I'm the only person in the world who likes this holiday. Fine. So be it. I know you'll be celebrating anyway, so aren't your protestations a bit hollow? "I just hate staying up late into the night with friends drinking champagne." Huh?
My friends this is it. This is the great major holiday. Unencumbered by religious significance or family duty. The one where alcohol, rightly, takes precedent over the large dead animal featured on the lesser holiday tables, over trinkets of commerce exchanged to and fro. For truely, who needs such foodstuff? Who needs material gifts? I tell you, good friends and fine bubbles are all that are required for life. For the good life. Drink deep. Kiss long. Float up into the heavens. This is what ever happens, yet our earthly bodies do not always get to partake. Don't scorn your chance. That decision might speak of regret.
But what do I know? As Frank says, I'm just a high class wino, and of course the first part is debatable. Or just wrong. Still, we'll be drinking the good stuff. The new restaurant isn't quite ready yet, so we'll be at AKA from 8:30 on. Stop by if you're on the gLower East Side. Everybody is welcome. Leave the scowl at home.
The Guardian is running an article on the seven wonders of the web. They are, according to the article: Google, Yahoo, Project Gutenburg, Multimap, Ebay, Amazon, and Blogger. The only one I hadn't heard of is Multimap. At first glance it looks pretty useful. My own list would probably tend more towards: Google, Google Images, Google Groups, and uh.... Google, Google, Google, and Google. God I hope they are profitable. I think I'd even send them money if they asked. As Jason Kottke famously opined: "Google is the default command-line interface to the Web."
Put my mother on the train back to Boston this morning. We had a full couple of days. Alex took us on a walk through Central Park one day. We ended up at the MET which is very enjoyable with a knowledgable guide. Yesterday we walked down to the site. Absolutely crammed with people at Broadway and Fulton. The debris removal is far enough along now that you really can't see anything. If you're not familiar enough with the area to detect the presence of a giant absence then the view is not too powerful. Looked like they are constructing a wooden ramp to a viewing platform at that location. When completed (next few days is my guess) it will provide a good look at the remaining destruction. Not sure if this is helpful or not, but clearly people want to see. I think it's a bit more than gawking, but surely there is some of that.
We stopped in to see the lobby of my favorite NYC building, the Woolworth building, but were unceremoniously turned away. "It's a federal building now, you'll have to leave immediately." What! When did this happen? The lobby is one of the great architectural gems of the city. Built by Cass Gilbert in 1913, this 792 foot tall building was the tallest in the world from it's completion until 1930 when the Chrysler building went to 1046 feet, followed one year later by the Empire State which held the record all the way until the WTC passed it in 1972. The Empire State is 1250 feet tall and the World Trade had stood at a mighty 1368. That's on the way to being twice as tall as the Woolworth which is now, again, one of the tallest structures in lower Manhattan. In other words, those things were frickin' huge. Out of scale huge. Massive.
Many New Yorkers (and others) never liked the WTC. From an architectural standpoint they were decried as horribly ugly boxes blighting the Manhattan skyline. I always liked them, but maybe because I don't remember a time without them. I mean not counting the past few months of course. I think I've mentioned before that from my desk I have a great view of lower Manhattan. It's certainly less impressive now, but some of the smaller giant buildings - most notably the Woolworth - are now returned to their place at center stage. Hopefully the closing is some sort of over reaction and the Woolworth will be reopened to visitors. At least the lobby. I'll have to look into this claim that it is a federal building. I can't believe that. Perhaps it has been designated as some sort of landmark, and thus under federal protection in this time of crisis, but I don't think the feds bought it. I'll report back if I find out more.
Here's an interesting aerial shot of the top of the Woolworth poking through some low lying clouds.
O.K., I didn't say I wasn't going to post at all. Here's a great Robert Cringely on building his own supercomputer for $6000.
Wrapped up in the end of the year. My mother is visiting for a few days. Making the restaurant rounds. I'm trying to keep up the flow, but the pickings will be slim here until after the first. Hoping to return with strength in 2002.
I took the advice of Craig at booknotes and picked up a copy of the Rhino Records Christmas compilation Blue Yule. Great solution if you have to play some holiday music but can't stand the usual fare.