“All the geek that’s fit to news.” –J.D. Lewin
“Why not swing by and say hello?” I’ll tell you why, because it’s the fucking international airport you fucking idiotic web service! Sure sure Veronica, I think you’re great. So great in fact, that I’ll buy a ticket, suffer through the security screening (”Now just hand over anything made from cotton, sir…”), all so I can see what’s up with you. Christ.
This morning I’m calling on all six of you (ok ok, three of you) to help me choose a pair of spectacles. I need a style counsel and the best I’ve got is you lot, so don’t go letting me down.
While I don’t often wear glasses, my ability to resolve things from a long distance seems to have become more impaired in the past few years. I have no doubt that all of this time spent porn hunting working has done a number on my old blues, so now you’ll be seeing the bespectacled me quite a bit more often.
As you can probably tell, the tortoise-shelled frames are winning in my own personal election. This is probably because I would rest better in the knowledge that a hideous, harmless, friend-to-girl-and-boy like a tortoise was slaughtered in order to make me appear more intelligent.
Please do click the ‘comment’ link at the bottom of this post and chime in. I love hearing from anybody, and I don’t ever entirely trust myself with decisions of taste - remember when I laid out that girl in grade six?
One final note: keep in mind you can click on any of these photos to be taken to the appropriate Flickr page. From there you should be able to click the little ‘All Sizes’ button to go into full pore-counting mode.
Now show how much you care about our troops and vote!
Behold my photos from New Years 2006. I’ve managed to squeeze them in under the deadline for all things holiday. Be sure to click round and take full advantage of Flickr’s slick slideshow controls.
have a relative advantage living in Man vs. Wild?
You be the judge- -check out more photos of Margaret.
To be specific, I’ve misplaced the myopenid credentials I need to log into my Zooomr account. The ‘Contact’ link in the Zooomr about page hasn’t been lit up yet (not the sort of thing you want to neglect if you’re out to win hearts and minds), and the myopenid help hasn’t repsonded yet.
Anyone know how I can get some resolution here? If I can’t figure this out by tomorrow I may have to get on the horn and get Thomas Hawk to help me out!
You’ve got to Love the absurdity of southern California. Cruising from Hollywood to Hermosa Beach this past Sunday, this pumpkin escobarsupercar rolls past in the carpool lane. I think it’s the air intake ‘ears’ behind the windows that open up at speed that I like the most.
Work has been swallowing the lion share of my time over the past couple weeks. We’re working on a major update for 10 that should hit the street soon. It’s very exciting, as this new iteration of the site will feature more writing and video on my part (about time after my introduction).
When I haven’t been trying to tame the mechanical bull that is my job description, I’ve been trimming my waistline in the gym. Over time it has become clear to me that selfishness is a motivator like no other, and so the desire to fit into a one-piece leather jumpsuit has pushed quite effectively.
Speaking of motorbikes, Dusty and I will be departing directly from the Stanford mall next Sunday to experience the glory that is Moto GP. I’ll be packing a shiny new lens for my D50, so my pictures this time round stand to be significantly better than last years photos.
Yesterday Slate published a great article about the production of Miami Vice, which illuminates some of the absurd lengths Michael Mann goes to in order to entertain us. Any of you who are in the valley on August 6th drop a comment, because I’ll be fighting jetlag and anything else that stands in my way to see it as soon as I’m back from Europe.
Finally, the most unfortunately valuable woman in radio Terry Gross managed to get Thom Yorke on Fresh Air. It’s certainly worth a listen, as Thom’s public interviews are few and far between.
Last night I braved the traffic into Seattle en route to the Satellite Lounge. There I met a cool Microsoft cat named Jordan Schwartz to test a piece of software he calls Pixie Hunt.
Shortly after I arrived Jordan explained the rules of the game and placed me on the team with Lars, Jen, and Brady. Our team got off to a slow start, but it wasn’t long before we took the lead and marched our way to victory 90 minutes later.
After a nacho-fuelled debriefing I excused myself to make my way back east. Before I left though, Brady clued me into the Where 2.0 conference he’s putting together next week. Some very intriguing talks are scheduled so far, as well as the Where Fair (the geeks really are taking that word back from its deep-fried mid-west roots.)
Many many thanks go out to Jordan, Brady, and everyone else who played last night! Hopefully next week I’ll be down in San Jose to see the larger-scale game in action.
