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Tuesday, Jul 16, 2002
For those who really want that 7-hour advance notice, here's what's going down tomorrow:
Here's hoping for surprises! Monday, Jul 15, 2002
So on a relative spur of the moment, I'm in Los Angeles right now, shortly after midnight on Monday morning, sitting in my mom's kitchen, hooked to her DSL listening softly to the City of Angels soundtrack as the house sleeps.
I'd planned on visiting family down here next week, from Tuesday through Thursday, but as August 3rd grows closer and closer, I knew that I'd just be anxious about stagnating, unable to do the cleaning, sorting, packing and moving that will comprise the majority of the three weeks that remain in my affair with Berkeley. Yesterday I gave notice on my apartment. I didn't want to. I didn't want to so badly that I cost myself $25 a day for over a week postponing the inevitable. Now I've given 30 days notice on an apartment I'll be leaving in 20 days. My last hope was talking to Jim the Manager, reminding him that I've lived here for seven years, and checking if it would be okay if I had Pamila housesit for me for the year I'll be gone. It's a grey area in my rental agreement, somewhere between subletting and homewatching. As I'd expected though, Jim's under enormous pressure to have tenant turnover, since after I leave my grandfathered rent control the rent on my apartment will jump from the current $750/mo to around $1500-1600. I don't even know for certain that I would move back in at the end of the year, but it would be a great place to stay while saving for a house downpayment, if my next job were in the East Bay or downtown SF. It would also mean I wouldn't have to move all my furniture, only that furniture promised to friends for the next year. I told Jim I would have to move out then, and he suggested that I wait a few days and reconsider whether I really had to go away for a year, as he'd really like to see me stay. I said no, I really do have to go, and he told me again to think on it for a few days. Of course I'd been thinking about it for the last two years, and everything had been weighed. This was just notification, not negotiation. Upstairs I had a Pittsburgh lease agreement sitting on the coffee table, on top of my more tattered Berkeley rental agreement, as if quitting my job and enrolling in grad school weren't already points of no return. Walking out of his office at around 9pm, I started wantering the Berkeley campus. After 11 years of having the campus as my backyard, it feels as much a home to me as anyplace ever has. I felt that I could close my eyes and still find my way from anywhere on campus or Southside to anywhere else. I started thinking about how indoor cats must feel, where their limited environment becomes their universe. They know it so well that it exists as concretely in their sense memory as in their visual and tactile perceptions. I realized that Berkeley is my environment, mirrored in exquisite fidelity in my brain, much as the five shapes of Tetris are etched into the avid player. Leaving, I'll have a need to create a new map, and quickly, lest I feel unstuck. Driving with Chad through an intricate knotwork of a journey through the neighborhoods surrounding CMU I already have the foundation for my next framework, but I couldn't help but wonder how this glove that is Berkeley, that I've worn for years and broken in to better fit my hand, would feel when it's only a hollow glove of memory. And so it was ua bit of a welcome shock of perception when I, on Friday, decided to bump up my LA visit to Sunday through Tuesday. Returning to the only place I ever lived longer than my current home, I got to try on an older glove of sense memory. I was acutely aware of the changes since my last visit home. The new flower garden in the backyard, my mom's new car, the changes to my former bedroom (now an office and, soon, (cliché of clichés) an exercise room). Still, the glove fit, with a finger removed here and replaced there (the destruction and rebirth of the Sherman Oaks Galleria). In short, as I knew in my mind but wasn't completely faithful in my heart, you can go home again. The first few visits home after starting college were indeed strange, because Los Angeles didn't just represent a different geography to me, but represented a former life, with different ideals, and different patterns of thinking. Going to LA meant, for at least a few days, becoming my former self. As time went on, each successive visit left me with more of myself, looking at the LA perspective, but not from the LA perspective. So now when I visit home it's a visiting of an old friend, not a consuming shift. The thought lingering in my mind is: Is the shift less profound because I've made the LA-SF transition several times, or because I've made any transition several times? Returning from Pittsburgh, will I feel the wash of nostalgia of Berkeley my former home, or from Berkeley-Kevin, my former self? I guess we'll see... Anyhow, that wasn't what I was going to write about though. I had a very pleasant day. I woke up early, packed my backpack with clothes, powerbook, iPod, and book. I went downstairs to pick up bagels for the girls and a chai for me, then drove to Karen and Crystals, for a ride to the airport. We had a nice Sunday breakfast before a civilized drive to the Oakland airport, an easy security screening, and right onto a quarter-full 9:30am flight to Burbank, where I was met by my mom. Another breakfast (Elevenses), and home (mom-home) to see Susie and the aforementioned flower garden. It's hot in LA today, up near 100. Today's my grandfather's birthday (err, the 14th). This was the other reason I bumped my flight up. I rarely come down to LA, and I decided that his party was something definitely worth coming down for. I mistakenly thought he was turning 89 (he's turning 88), which made for a great (albeit mistaken) realization that next year, within the span of 17 days, I would be turning 30, my mom 60, and my grandfather 90. I thought a 30/60/90 birthday party would be a grand affair, but as it turns out it would be a 30/60/89 party, unless Grandpa lies and ups his age a year, or mom and I agree in 2004 to halt our own aging process for one cycle. I guess I'll just have to sate my amusement with the fact that my birthday falls on Independence Day, Grandpa's on Bastille Day, sister Susie's on Labor Day (this year), and of course my Grandma Kitty's (mom's side) Christmas birthday. Back to my day... The party at Uncle Alan's was very nice and low key. I got to see Craig who I haven't seen since Christmas. Afterwards mom and I went to the store and Costco (where I couldn't resist but buy Warcrack III), then went to see Lilo and Stitch in the theater. I liked it, though it was a very different direction for Disney. Mom thought it was too violent for what it was supposed to be and I completely get that. It's hard to imagine Disney making a film both more violent than Beauty and the Beast, yet more farcical. After going home we watched Kate & Leopold, for a complete switch, and that was cool too. Very enjoyable, despite the inexorable continuity flaws that afflict every time-travel story I've ever read. Say, did anyone watch the Robin Williams HBO special tonight? Was it any good? Amazingly, I don't know anyone who gets HBO anymore... Okay, enough rambling from Kevin. Today was mom's day, and tomorrow is dad's. Now it's time for me to sleep, after knocking back another chapter or two of Return of the King. I hope your Monday treats you well. Dad and I are going to take another crack at flying model planes, 'cause if at first you don't succeed, eventually it's time to try again. Monday, Jul 15, 2002
Announcing the first semi-annual Macoworld Expo Rumor Report Cards!
Okay, here's how it works: Between now and midnight Tuesday, send me the URLs of the Macworld predictions of your favorite Mac rumor sites. (email is okay, but posting them in this posts' comments is a better way to go). Then I compile the predictions into a nifty table, grouped by site and their own confidence rating for each prediction. After the keynote speech, I'll go through and grade each prediction list, sifting out the goot from the bad and the downright ugly rumormills. I will, of course, post these report cards on a permanent page for public reference. Then, the next time the rumor sites roll out their predictions, you can take a look at their track record and see for certain which sites have real inside insights and which are just taking yellow-journalistic potshots. Lather, rinse, and repeat in January... So, what rumors are floating out there? Gimmie the URLs baby! Saturday, Jul 13, 2002
Here's my semi-annual prediction list for Macworld Expo. Have at you!
Well there you go! That's my story and I'm sticking to it. We'll see what happens on Wednesday the 17th! Tuesday, Jul 09, 2002
So it's like this:
There are times in my life when I'm busy, and there are times when I'm not. To simplify it, it's like a sine wave, undulating on what (ideally, anyhow) would be a regular cycle. Then there are times when I blog, and times when I don't blog. That too is on a cycle, but it's usually just out of phase. It makes sense, really: Things happen in my life, then I blog about things happening in my life, sometimes held off a bit because of the ongoing activity of... things going on in my life. So consider blogging rate to being the inverse integral of living rate. Life is slowing down a bit, which means blogging is starting to pick up. Of course, before the new stories, I'm working through the backlog. So... in coming days look for (in order):
And of course...
TTFN! Tuesday, Jul 09, 2002
Say, is anyone here themselves, or know of anyone else, driving from the Bay Area to Los Angeles on Thursday, Friday or Saturday? My sister's in town and she's looking for a ride down.
Alternatively, if you or someone you know) is driving down to the Santa Barbara Faire this weekend, that would be a huge help too, as she can probably catch a ride from there down to LA. If you can help, just follow the dandy 'email' link at the top of the page and let me know. Thanks bunches! Saturday, Jul 06, 2002
A couple months ago I was interviewed for an article being written about AI bots for New York Magazine. It turns out the article turned into a piece about the creator of ALICE, one of the most well known and arguably the most human-like AI bot yet created, but it's nevertheless an extremely interesting piece.
Free registration is required, but it's a good read. His story reminds me a lot of that of Howard Beck, the creator of the London Underground map, and how his devotion to the map (even decades after he had been let go by the London Transit Authority) took over his time, personality, and life. I wonder whether these projects end up wrecking their creators, or if they are simply byproducts of an inevitable journey. Now, with that, let me say that I'm hard at work finishing as many of my own mothballed projects before heading off to Pittsburgh. Don't worry though, I won't let them be the boss of me. Saturday, Jul 06, 2002
Just a few words on the absurdity of moving security checkpoints to the entrances of airports, instead of between the ticket counters and the gates:
Security checkpoints are there to make sure that people don't have access to bad things on planes. Moving checkpoints outside the terminal in reaction to events like the gunman at the LAX ticket counter is just stupid, because no matter where you put a checkpoint, there will always be a throng of people somewhere outside the secure perimiter, be it on the curb, or at a nearby McDonalds, where someone can point a gun and shoot. This isn't the sort of thing airport security checkpoints are supposed to prevent. Also, performing a security sweep while you're still in control of the bags you're planning on checking is problematic. Now everything in your bag has to be as tweezer, knitting-needle, and toenail-clipper-free as you and your carryon bag have to be now, because who's to say you couldn't take things out of your to-be-checked suitcase, after the checkpoint and before checking bags? Really, if we're going to push security to the curb, we may as well push it to the other curb, and make sure that nobody can leave their own house with anything more dangerous than a sharp wit. But how would we staff that? Thursday, Jul 04, 2002
So I still have an hour and 40 minutes to my birthminute, but let me be the second to wish myself a happy birthday!
Care to be the third, or fourth? :-) Tuesday, Jul 02, 2002
The Star Trek: Nemesis trailer posted to Apple's website today.
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