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Air American is Live

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

The actual factual list of stations is currently short, but you can listen online with the Real Audio Player.

Right now they've got Atrios on talking about Clarke and the media. It's a little rough still, but all and all, good stuff. Check it out.

Minute Repeater Tourbillon

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

I accidentaly stumbled upon* the single most beautiful watch I've ever seen. The video of it running is stunning (make sure you have the volume turned up). I don't even wear a watch and I want one.

Minute Repeater Tourbillon

* Mix one part default search domain hicup with Firefox's Google Feeling Lucky search for domains that don't resolve and you've got an unexpected web site in your browser.

I Learn Something New Every Day

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

I'm the number one search result for: magicly thing that are real.

I'd like to think I'm a pretty regular guy. That I'm real for normal reasons. Like a stork, or a turkey baster, or some of that good old fashioned sex. The idea that I may be the result of a shirtless guy dancing around a glass box while Enya plays is a bit off putting.

If this revelation came from some guy off the street... or even my arch nemesis, I'd pay it no mind. Yet this is Google. I don't know where to find corndogs between 5 and 25 dollars. Google does. Google knows things I don't. Google is smarter than me.

I don't feel so well.

Nude Sunbathing

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

puppy on the beach

Maya is the cutest puppy in the whole wide world.

Shake My Groove Deal

Monday, March 29, 2004

It's been much too long since I've seen good live music. I've got no one to blame but myself. ...So I bought a bunch of tickets last week.

First up, on this very eve, is Stereolab at the Fillmore. I've heard many times that they put on a fine live show. One of the best even. Goldman and Eugene saw them years ago and still talk about it.

I can't wait to see for myself.

Update: Go see Stereolab. You don't have anything better to do.

Sunday, March 28, 2004
I need to go bowling more often.

Illness

Friday, March 26, 2004

The Blogger team brought back some sort of horriable flu like sinus like flu thing from SXSW in Austin. It's been taking people down for weeks... Hanging around like a wet fart, as an English fella I used to work with would say. I've managed to avoid it... Till today. Now my deal is busted. I could really use a nap face first in the bottom of a cool muddy pit.

Waging War at Any Cost

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

On Nelson's suggestion, I just listened to Terry Gross interview former Counter Terrorism Chief Richard Clarke.

Clarke repeatedly suggested to the Bush Administration that invading Iraq not only had little to do with stopping terrorism, but would also increase it. He eventually quit his job when it became clear to him that "[The Bush Administration] could not be stopped by rational argument".

In the interview Clarke is well spoken, logical, and free of political posturing. He comes across as a man speaking not of ideologies, but of professional rigor.

A re-occurring theme in his recounting of the events leading up to 9/11, and then the war with Iraq, is a lack of that rigor on the part of President Bush and his administration. Post 9/11, Clarke was asked to look for connections between al Qaeda and Iraq. He didn't find any. He was asked to try again. He did... And still didn't find anything. This final report was never shown to the President. Additionally, no professional analysis was done on the actual immediate threat Iraq posed, or on the pros and cons of invading Iraq. Which is to say, we went to war on a hunch.

10,000+ (and still counting) civilian casualties... All for a hunch.

In my ideal society, that would be a criminal act.

In this society, it can make you a role model.

Enlightenment Crib Sheet

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Q: What is the sound of one hand clapping?

A: The pupil faces his master, takes a correct posture, and without a word, thrusts one hand forward. ...And continues with a conversation meant to determine faith.

So says an excerpt from The Sound of the One Hand: 281 Zen Koans With Answers.

A review of the book at Amazon points out that the original Japanese version was twice as long. The English translation kept all the questions and answers, but removed the lengthy critique of the Rinzai school from which they came. In the early 1900's the school had become rather rigid and dogmatic in their instruction. The point of the book was to expose the lack of truth in it.

Roughly 60 years later, Yoel Hoffmann translated it and offered it up as a guide to truth. Judging by the $35 price tag for a used paperback copy on Amazon, folks have taken him up on it.

Shared

Tuesday, March 23, 2004
"War is never anything less than accelerated technological change. It begins when some notable disequilibrium among existing structures has been brought about by inequality of rates of growth." - Marshal McLuhan

That makes a lot more sense to me than "This war was started by evil. Evil must be destroyed" - Or buzzword based arguments of "Freedom".

It's not that there are people who do not like us because we're free. It's that there are people who do not like us because we do not share what we have (or have taken) in anything remotely close to equal amounts (if this is how we treat or friends, imagine how we treat our enemies).

The long term goals of our "nation building" is to create countries we can better profit from. Creating countries that one day may surpass us is a clearly stated non-goal.

Continuing at the current pace is going to get very ugly...

Web Wire Frame Stencil for OmniGraffle

Monday, March 22, 2004

I love OmniGraffle. It's quickly becoming my go to tool. I use it for everything - documentation, mockups, sketches, wire frames, in place of paper testing, and on and on...

For wire frame's, I started out using Michael Angeles' excellent wire frame pallet, but quickly found myself making the same changes and additions to his default shapes. So I made my own.

Upon showing it to Mr. Wetherdeal. He suggested I start charging for it. That's a little much. Instead, you can download and use it for free (OmniGraffle 3 required).

I hope you find it as useful as I do. ...If not, I'd love to hear suggestions for improvements.

Free Web Wireframe Stencil for OmniGraffle

Slow Start

Friday, March 19, 2004

The BART that connects to CalTrain, that takes me to a shuttle, that goes to work, was late today - Again. It happens a few times a month. ...Adding an extra 40 minutes and an overpriced cab ride to my already 2 hour commute.

At leas it was nice outside. Sitting in the sun and doodling somewhat makes up for it.

...If only I didn't really need that 40 minutes for getting work done.

Friday, March 19, 2004
Happy Birthday Isabella!

40 Inches of Funk

Thursday, March 18, 2004

The extended homestand has come to an end - I'm back in Mountain View.

A guy from the helpdesk just came around asking if it was okay to upgrade my 20" and 19" LCD monitors to two newer 20s.

Some days it pays to come into the office.

Update: The color seems a little off... and I can kinda see lines for the horizontal rows... none the less, hot damn! That's a lot of screen space.

Leg O' Chair

Thursday, March 18, 2004

Leg O' Chair

Free speech is free as long as...

Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Tony breaks down how Bush relates to the FCC and Howard Stern.

Bedroom

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

bedroom

Optimal Working Environment

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

While most of the boys are off at SXSW, I've been working from home. No early as frunk alarm clock. No two hour morning commute. A sunny bay window. Open windows. Fresh air. Music without headphones. Lane. No flourecent lights. Time to do things after work.

A boy could get used to this.

Middle Man Monopoly

Monday, March 15, 2004
It's no secret that Ticketmaster sucks. If I had my way about it, I'd never buy anything from them again. Thing is, I like those guys at Quannum. You put them all on a stage together and I have to see it.

So I go to ticketmaster.com. Plunk down my $35.00 per person and then get it good:

ticketmaster

That's right. $30.75 in additional fees. Buy three tickets, spend nearly the price of a fourth in hidden fees! Imagine if they put that as the web site tag-line. I doubt it would pull the people in... but they don't have to worry about value. They don't have to compete. I can't get the tickets anywhere else. I've got no choice but to spend $2.50 on "ticketFast Delivery" - Which is really just an email I have to print out on my own.

Thanks.
Monday, March 15, 2004
The beach was good. The beach was great.

Consistently Deceptive

Monday, March 15, 2004
Federal investigators are scrutinizing television segments in which the Bush administration paid people to pose as journalists praising the benefits of the new Medicare law, which would be offered to help elderly Americans with the costs of their prescription medicines.
...
The materials were produced by the Department of Health and Human Services, which called them video news releases, but the source is not identified. Two videos end with the voice of a woman who says, "In Washington, I'm Karen Ryan reporting."
But the production company, Home Front Communications, said it had hired her to read a script prepared by the government.
U.S. Videos, for TV News, Come Under Scrutiny - New York Times

Today

Sunday, March 14, 2004
We're going to the beach! We're going to the beach!

Pants: Part III

Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Scraggly Pants

Pants: Part II

Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Yesterday, We were coming back from lunch, when Biz asked me what happend to my pants.

Pants that are a bit too long and lots of walking through a concrety city is a bad combination. The backs start getting a bit scraggly. Eventually they get so bad, the scraggle just falls off. Or more likely, you end up severing their last remaining threads with a serious pair of sissors. Leaving you with missing parts on the bottom.

The thing is, the rest of the pants are fine. I'd say better than new, because they've gotten used to the size and shape of you. Add a stain or two and I'd go as far as to say they've got charecter. Pants from a store have about as much charecter as a glass of milk. All they have is that smell like all the other new cloths. And a brand.

I can live without either.

Pants

Monday, March 08, 2004
Stains aren't bad. Every pair of pants I own is stained in some place. I can't help it. I'm a messy eater. I'm sure the Mariachi's can't help it either. Their pants don't bother me nearly as much as the haunting. They just appear, play something halfway decent, then float around with a paper sack looking for change.

Entertained: Part II

Monday, March 08, 2004
The Mariachi band wasn't your typical two guys in stained pants haunting the Mission for beer money. This was the real deal. Maybe 10 people deep... spanning multiple generations. There was a kid playing violin, a big fella playing a big guitar, and horns. They all wore white suits with silver buttons. They were loud.

An older balding gentleman was not at all pleased. He must not have seen the shiny silver trumpet. Or he's an alcoholic. ...Something was keeping him down, that's for sure.

I'd rather not speculate further.

Entertained

Monday, March 08, 2004
Sometimes you find yourself sitting in an Italian restaurant, listening to a full live Mariachi band play, while Cher dances around in a variety of space aged opera costumes on a giant plasma tv.

Last night was one of those times.

Front & Back Yard

Sunday, March 07, 2004
Front Yard
Front Yard
Saturday, March 06, 2004
It's like spring around the outside of here.

Inside it's like work - except less co-operative.

VPN's are like toddlers. They're cute when they don't belong to you.

Like totally.

Delivery

Friday, March 05, 2004
I, Jason Maxwell Sutter, of San Francisco, California, being of sound mind and body, declare that the following graphic is the best thing I'm going to see all day:

Priority Mail is too squishy

I bet they go first class. And drink scotch.

Our Mailman has a Problem

Thursday, March 04, 2004
Toe Up Netflix

Art in Iraq

Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Saddam Painting
For years, Wisam painted pictures of Iraqi suffering. But did it out of sight, in a small, dark, seventh floor apartment--where Saddam's henchmen and women--could not see. These paintings did not glorify the regime or Saddam or the Batthists. That was the donkey toil of the day. This was moonlight work, powerful and contradictory to the public face of the Saddam's Iraq. It is work that could've put him behind bars again--or worse.
Kevin Sites: Portrait of the Dictator as an Old Man

Love is in the air

Tuesday, March 02, 2004
The odds of Blogger falling in love with a slice of bacon is a respectable 85%.

Not Quite Rocking the Vote

Tuesday, March 02, 2004
I voted this morning.

It was the most un-prepaired I've ever been. Prop J is a load of crap. I knew that. Nothing else. I registered as a green. I forgot that means in a primary I can only vote for green canidates. I didn't know any of them. Not a single one. It was a mess.

I'm not sure what's worse: un-informed voting or not voting at all.

If they had that voting thing on the internet, I could have spent my lunch time Googling each measure I was unsure about as I came to it in the form.

O-Well.

Maude Maggart

Monday, March 01, 2004
Saturday night Ms. Lane and myself got gussied up (I wore a sweater and socks) to see Maude Maggart at the "World Famous Empire Plush Room". I've had long standing fascination with the 20's. Those where crazy times. I've always wanted to learn more (What happened to Flapper type ladies between the 20s and the 60s?). Numerous other fascinations have always gotten in the way . As such, I don't know much about Cabaret. I mean, I know what it is. I know how you might contrast it to a more jazzy style. I can name maybe three of the bigger names. That's about it.

Maude Maggart, on the other hand, has an encyclopedic knowledge of such things. Her show was a wonderful mix of music and history. She sang big name tunes mixed with little known numbers from the Cabaret underground (who knew?). All of which included stories about the folks involved. I learned about the business (it was shady). American's being American's (most eventualy famous women and black performers went to Paris because they couldn't play clubs here). And too much other stuff to recount. ...All while hearing the associated songs sung in Maude's beautiful voice.
More of my photos at Flickr...
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