the web mail project is coming along nicely.
i've decided to avoid the standard desktop metaphor (ie: filing in folders). i hate it. thats a bit strong. i don't hate it... but i don't give it chocolates on valentines day... and not just because i forgot to. managing my email is a disaster. it takes multiple accounts and programs, just to do it half-assed. there has to be a better way.

after some researching and brainstorming, i've decided to go with something based on the lifestreams concept. basicly, all your email is a chronological stream. meta-data is then used to filter the stream into various living sub-streams (pre-defined, user-defined, persistant, and temporary). living, because the views they offer are constantly updated as new data enters the stream. if all goes to plan, this should greatly enhance the transition from information to knowledge. ...making email far more useable and usefull.

i plan to post updates on the development process here...
next up is a little of the old charting and prototyping. wish me luck.

i almost forgot about updates.
over at webwhore, i put up some desktop wallpapers for download. ...and removed all the other stuff. it was years old. more new stuff will hopefully be appearing there in the not to distant future (being unemployed does have it's advantages). there are also pictures of snowy, mostly dreary, albany new york, in the photo section.

my roomate, eugene, has been sick for what seems like forever... i think i picked up a bit of what he had. luckily, a lot of orange juice, water, and echinacea kept it at bay. enough so that saturday night i went to see crazy flame spitting robots. or more acurately, tried to see. by the time we got there, they were sold out. we ended up a little place called amnesia, in the mission. i'd never been before. i hope to go back on a more regular basis. the music was excellent... a huge variety of creative elecrtronics. i wish i would have gotten the name of the dj... the scene was a little odd. i think this is what happens when ravers grow up and have more money. ...but i liked it. it was a little pretensious, but it didn't leave me with that heavy nagging feeling of hypocracy coated in a gooey cheese, like so many 'scenes' seem to these days. all and all, it was a great time.

new things section! some things there now. more things there later.

technical blabber: i've moved webwhore. now all my domains are now hosted at the same place. ...which means no more cold fusion. my new project is to really learn php inside and out. so far, converting simple cold fusion to php has been a breeze. next up, i'm going to try and write a web based pop email client. wish me luck.

things are going very well here in san francisco. i have so many stories to tell... too many really. every time i sit down to write one, it leads to another. on and on and on... i can't tell one, without telling them all, and i don't have the time to tell them all. i end up not writing anything.

so i've decided to try something diffrent (because i really do want to keep this site updated). rather than write about a sunset on the beach, that ends 4 pages later - with a book on the porch - i think i'll write about clutter.

clutter has followed me near and far, for as long as i can remember. it comes along in many diffrent forms... organized and disorganized... obvious and obscured... but it's always been there. i'm sure any of you that have known me for awhile could tell your own little story of my clutter. it has a reputation.

i belive the reason for this, is clutter works in exponents. a little clutter quickly doubles in size... then 4 times... then 8 times... and so forth. really, there's no such thing as a little clutter. at least not in times that mear mortals can measure. clutter is so pervasive, it quickly runs out of room on shelves, and desks, and floors, and closest, and seeps into your being. more than likey through your ears, while you are asleep... or less than likey... it doesn't matter. what does is this: you can not have clutter, without being cluttered.

moving far away has given me an opportunity i feel i can't pass up... the opportunity to become uncluttered. living with roomates, the only space that is my own, is my room. when i got here, i purchased almost entierly new bedroom furniture. simple. functional. wood. a large flat birch table... perfect for my computer gear and easily re-arranged when a large workspace is needed. a simple bookshelf, with a simple insert for cds. and a large nightstand with 2 big shelfs underneath... so nothing has to sit on top. it's the perfect height to sit on my bed and write at. the flat empty surfaces that have always attracted the slyest of clutter, have been fortified with arrangements of nice things to look at. i have only 2 posters. metamorphasis of narcassist, and the great wave of kanagawa. and a nice asian tapestry. the rest of the walls are big (the cielings here are almost high enough to forget they're looking down on you), white, and blank.

i love my new room.
it's open. and simple. and comfortable.
so am i.

have a look at me and my roomates

quish is go (mostly).

benevolent.coil is go.

all the old posts are gone!
i think it's time to start all fresh and new... small page updates are here.
bigger ones are on the way. stay tuned.