Jul
29
2004
2

Conclusions

First, I feel I have reached an apex of inibriation. Found it thru a combination of sleep deprivation, cigar smoke, bloodshot eyes, gin, and reading William Gibson. This cocktail has set my imagination afire, and while this is not uncommon late at night, this combination of stimulation must be the equivalent of lighting a hooka with a C-note.

I need to get some linguistic skills over the next year, as I feel a European sojourn is on the horizon for summer05. While I have recently learned that this may conflict with the release of the next Batman movie, it must be done. The south of France seems to be high on my hit list as of late, as well as the obvious visits to Florence, Milan, Amsterdam, Paris, and London will probably round out the trip. I’d love to see a Grand Prix while out that way, but that all depends on who drives for what team, which should be shaken out by the winter. In the geek realm, a G5 PowerBook will mosdef be a part of my travel requirement, as well as a FOMA handset, assuming DoCoMo won’t shrink their presence after the Olypmics kick off. While this second piece is far less likely, I’ll keep a Razr as the fallback device.

I’ve also come to realize how pressing my need for exercise has become. August might just be the month of running, which is a kinesthetically damaging activity I swore my father raised me to be better than. Nonetheless it is the indispensible form of self-improvement, as well as ahandy aparatus for avoiding a variety of life’s hangups; both legal and extra-legal. So jogging and jump-rope will most likely follow me to North Carolina, Washington DC, and back again.

The flip side of the look-good-enough-to-deserve-sex coin is obviously diet, and thus I anticipate drawing up a static meal plan. Something similar to Chipotle but on a lesser caloric scale, which can be prepared on Sunday evenings in 7-day prescriptions.

After reading a Ray Ozzie interview at the pool this afternoon, I am fully committed to the ‘darknet’ concept. Groove Networks have built tools for chat, filesharing, and group task work into a highly encrypted application set. It is now in use by both our government and many NGO’s working in Iraq. Unfortunately for me, the software has been very tightly integrated with Windows. While I know that Mac users are notoriosuly cult-like, and therefore less prone to needing security, why isn’t there an OS X version of this software suite? At the very least, someone needs to be replicating this sort of thing in a different app for us Mac-heads.

This question has led me to another conclusion I have been flirting with since the G5 processor was released: I need to learn to develop software. Monzel and I have enough wild ideas at every f2f we have, I must put myself in a position to begin to realize some of our projections. I believe that if I can build working versions, or even simple proof-of-concepts, then rallying others around our ideas should become a more real possibility.

May
11
2004
0

The Evolution of a Wardrobe

As I said to my coworker last night as we stood briefly next to the iPods, “Brian, it’s time to retire this hat.”

This BMW.Williams team cap has served me well for a couple years now. It’s deep blue color is lo-key, and the Reuters siderunners are a great conversation starter.

However, a couple of things are pointing towards the big hat rack in the sky. First, Ralf Schumacher has been wholly underwhelming as a driver, and I don’t know that I respect him enough to wear his signature on my brim any longer. Second, my love of Formula One has been invaded by MotoGP and World SuperBike, so it may be time to give the two-wheelers a shot at my crown.

The other hat in active rotation has been the John Deere, or as Anna so lovingly dubbed it, “The Rapist Hat.” While I definitely enjoy that moniker, I wonder if it’s time to look for another, more elaborate redneck symbol. Perhaps something made of the skin of an animal?

In closing, does anyone else enjoy the word wardrobe as much as I do? It’s got the word ‘war’ built right into it, and it’s that sort of tacit violent imagery that gets me out of bed in the morning.

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