Two nights ago, I dreamt that my wife and I were invited to witness the execution of Saddam Hussein. We were given a call by a U.S. Government official and told to come down to the Barnes and Noble at a certain address in Brooklyn.
When we went inside the store, we were directed downstairs to the basement and then to a hidden chamber where we waited on the floor for the room to fill. We sat there, on the carpeting, for a few minutes and soon there were perhaps 20 or 30 other people in the room. I didn’t know what to expect and then all of a sudden a large, white sheet was pulled away from right to left and there was Saddam Hussein standing, staring, still. He looked very pale and looked straight ahead. He was tall and his hair was short and his moustache prominent.
I was astounded by his presence. My heart was pounding at that moment and my immediate thought was what happens if he tries to escape or kill or hurt one of us in the audience. Where were the guards? Where were the justices? They couldn’t be found. Yet I knew they were there. I woke up and I wasn’t sure how he was supposed to die, but it was clear that we were there to know his non-existence.
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What Google Sees
I always wondered what the world looks like from a spider’s point of view. Here’s Stargeek’s very cool Search Engine Crawler Simulation tool and the results from this page as of yesterday:
Deckchairs on the Titanic February 16, 2004 Egg A few weeks ago, Salon.com publicly released, in serial form, Dave Eggers new book-in-composition The Unforbidden Is Compulsory, Or, Optimism. I’m not as big a fan of Eggers as I once was, but I appreciate the fact that an online magazine is finding a new appropriateness of serialization for distributing new fiction. It’s a great and inexpensive approach to releasing new material and perhaps it will fuel online subscriptions at Salon and elsewhere. Serialization, as I learned with the late Professor Roger Henkel in college, was a new way for publications in the 19th century to realize earned income gradually while at the same time introducing new writers’ work — or new work by writers. It contains a built-in PR machine and the feedback gained while a writer is serially publishing is often critical to the eventual narrative and economic success of the book. Is it worth subscribing to Salon? I think yes. .: posted by Andrew at 10:00 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0) February 15, 2004 Cannon After much research (e.g. talking with friends and scouring websites), I purchased a little Canon PowerShot Elph, and the thing is a wonder to behold — others. Its small size, its ability to take very vivid, beautiful photos of even unextraordinary events is fine. It’s a wonder because it so easily captures life, the passing glimpses of active faces and bodies, in digital video. With a push of one top-mounted button, the default memory card records about 1.5 vainglorious minutes of moving sights and synchronized sounds. To me, it’s as if the Lumiere brothers had come to visit, with their great-great grandchildren in tow. Here’s a gratuitous link to the Canon Camera Museum. .: posted by Andrew at 10:47 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0) February 13, 2004 Not worth reading unless, that is you’re a blogger: Why your Movable Type blog must die. I have to say I agree with one part of this unfair but uniquely passionate rant: that Google is becoming overwhelming influenced by weblogs and their often incorrect and misplaced thoughts, ideas, recommendations, and suggestions, including this one. Thanks, V! .: posted by Andrew at 04:53 PM | Comments (3) | TrackBack (0) February 12, 2004 Car Chase I was at the laundromat just now and had the opportunity to watch a live car chase on television. A guy in an SUV (what else?) was driving very scarily around trucks, into cars, into pedestrians (apparently) and across median strips. The driver then flew down small streets in small neighborhoods in Jersey City, New Jersey as a few bright white cop cars followed in tow. My heart pounded while I watched the inanity because I feared for a poor inadvertant kid crossing the street to get a misplaced soccer ball. In truth, I worried that I would be the inadvertant witness to a live death on television. The whole thing came to a slightly riotous end as one policecar smashed into the tail of the SUV as it slowed and forced the driver into a driveway, whereupon the driver ran and was overrun by a swarm of police. The helicopter that filmed this escapade focused on the maelstrom from above. (I looked for a link but there are no stories posted yet — the chase ended at 5:07 p.m.) Time to go for a walk. .: posted by Andrew at 05:38 PM | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0) February 11, 2004 Dizzy For so many years, folks complained that it was the Walt Disney Company that unselectively was homogenizing the cultural space of the world. It turns out that Disney is a shrinking violet and that the new corporate love is going to be Comcast. If they purchase Disney, that means that the one company would have a market capitalization of about $125 billion. Wouldn’t that be cool? Back in 1980 or so, Comcast started rolling out cable television in our neighborhood in suburban Philadelphia. I loved watching Triumph and Billy Squier stroke their instruments every hour on the half hour on MTV. Little did anyone know that Comcast, the pipsqueak delivery boy of Buggles videos, would come to outlive and outlove big, heartless Disney. .: posted by Andrew at 05:21 PM | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0) February 2004. Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 SEARCH SEAS. What fell overboard? 10 RECENT WRITINGS. Egg Cannon Not worth reading Car Chase Dizzy Swords into Shares A Watch Crappo Intentionality eGone RECORDS REGULARLY ROTATING. B. Gibbons: Out of Season Stereolab: Margerine Eclipse Grandaddy: Sumday ARE ARCHIVES. 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Egg
A few weeks ago, Salon.com publicly released, in serial form, Dave Eggers new book-in-composition <a title="Salon.com Books | The Unforbidden Is Compulsory
Or, Optimism” href=”http://www.salon.com/books/feature/2004/01/26/eggers_intro/index.html”>The Unforbidden Is Compulsory, Or, Optimism. I’m not as big a fan of Eggers as I once was, but I appreciate the fact that an online magazine is finding a new appropriateness of serialization for distributing new fiction. It’s a great and inexpensive approach to releasing new material and perhaps it will fuel online subscriptions at Salon and elsewhere.
Serialization, as I learned with the late Professor Roger Henkel in college, was a new way for publications in the 19th century to realize earned income gradually while at the same time introducing new writers’ work — or new work by writers. It contains a built-in PR machine and the feedback gained while a writer is serially publishing is often critical to the eventual narrative and economic success of the book. Is it worth subscribing to Salon? I think yes.
Cannon
After much research (e.g. talking with friends and scouring websites), I purchased a little Canon PowerShot Elph, and the thing is a wonder to behold — others. Its small size, its ability to take very vivid, beautiful photos of even unextraordinary events is fine. It’s a wonder because it so easily captures life, the passing glimpses of active faces and bodies, in digital video. With a push of one top-mounted button, the default memory card records about 1.5 vainglorious minutes of moving sights and synchronized sounds. To me, it’s as if the Lumiere brothers had come to visit, with their great-great grandchildren in tow.
Here’s a gratuitous link to the Canon Camera Museum.
Not worth reading
unless, that is you’re a blogger: Why your Movable Type blog must die. I have to say I agree with one part of this unfair but uniquely passionate rant: that Google is becoming overwhelming influenced by weblogs and their often incorrect and misplaced thoughts, ideas, recommendations, and suggestions, including this one. Thanks, V!
Car Chase
I was at the laundromat just now and had the opportunity to watch a live car chase on television. A guy in an SUV (what else?) was driving very scarily around trucks, into cars, into pedestrians (apparently) and across median strips. The driver then flew down small streets in small neighborhoods in Jersey City, New Jersey as a few bright white cop cars followed in tow. My heart pounded while I watched the inanity because I feared for a poor inadvertant kid crossing the street to get a misplaced soccer ball. In truth, I worried that I would be the inadvertant witness to a live death on television.
The whole thing came to a slightly riotous end as one policecar smashed into the tail of the SUV as it slowed and forced the driver into a driveway, whereupon the driver ran and was overrun by a swarm of police. The helicopter that filmed this escapade focused on the maelstrom from above. (I looked for a link but there are no stories posted yet — the chase ended at 5:07 p.m.) Time to go for a walk.
Dizzy
For so many years, folks complained that it was the Walt Disney Company that unselectively was homogenizing the cultural space of the world. It turns out that Disney is a shrinking violet and that the new corporate love is going to be Comcast. If they purchase Disney, that means that the one company would have a market capitalization of about $125 billion. Wouldn’t that be cool?
Back in 1980 or so, Comcast started rolling out cable television in our neighborhood in suburban Philadelphia. I loved watching Triumph and Billy Squier stroke their instruments every hour on the half hour on MTV. Little did anyone know that Comcast, the pipsqueak delivery boy of Buggles videos, would come to outlive and outlove big, heartless Disney.
Swords into Shares
Found on the Tiffany & Co. | Frequently Asked Questions section. I wonder if this is a little like asking Krups if they manufactured that World War I machine gun I have sitting in my basement. (Note large historical ellision between 1846 and 1950).
A Watch
After many months trying to keep track of my projects via my watch, the little time window in the corner of my monitor, and an egg timer, I broke down and spent a few too many dollars on DesignSoft’s StopWatch Plus.
I have to say, it’s quite a nice tool — it neatly keeps track of the seconds, minutes, and hours spent on a given project and records those times in a sharp little spreadsheet. The data can then be imported to Excel or Calc and fondled — I mean massaged. It’s geeky and ridiculous but because I can no better keep good track of hours than I can remember what I ate for breakfast, this thing might Cheerios. I mean help.
Crappo
It’s such terrible weather outside right now. Cold rain, icy streets, dark clouds. The skies look as if they are falling in on the earth, the air outside is nothing but raindrops, the color of everyone is grey. The cats inside are blinking their tired eyes and, for some reason, the lightbulbs here are humming. I wonder about the animals and the people who are outside and who aren’t going home because they don’t have one. I’m thinking about how luxurious it is to write under artificial light, in dryness, and on a newish keyboard.
A number of years ago I re-visited Majdanek, the concentration camp of concentration camps. In the middle of the camp there is a large mausaleum, where thousands of pounds of cremated bodies lie open to the wind and the public. The camp stands today, idly and the town around it grows. When I was there, it rained and poured and I was drenched. The wooden barracks smelled of death but were dry.
The world is wet and it appears that our entire civilization is built around keeping some dry.