In Lieu Of An Actual Post Today, Please Find Enclosed This List Of Post Titles That Never Were

1. I’m Eating Baked Tortilla Chips, And They’re Actually Pretty Good

2. Why It Is That Chris Brings Up Stephen King Novel “Misery” Whenever I Mention Popular Technical Author David Pogue

3. I Should Have Bought Milk Since I Was Already At The Store And Everything

4. No, I Will Not Do The Dishes That Are Still Sitting There

5. Five Great Reasons To Make Crest Your Preferred Brand Of Toothpaste

6. What On Earth Should I Do With My Hair: A Tragedy In Three Parts

7. The Long And Varied Narrative In Which Is Detailed The Steps By Which It Came To Pass That There Are Three Individual Boxes Of Baking Soda In My Refrigerator

8. Did You Know I Used To Go Horseback Riding Rather A Lot When I Was Younger?

9. So I Thought Maybe I’d Go To The O’Reilly Mac OS X Conference This Year

10. I Used To Hate Indian Food, But Now I Don’t

It’s That Time Again

So it’s almost August already. I’m not sure how that happened, but I suppose it’s all for the best - August itself is the very vilest of all the months, but after that comes September, and after that comes October. This time last year I was already gazing wishfully at my Halloween decorations, which admittedly was more than a little bit premature, but that doesn’t mean that I’m longing any less this time around for temperatures in the fifties and fresh apples.

Plus there’s classes starting again in about a month or so, it seems. I’ll be glad to graduate and everything, although it’s a little unnerving that I haven’t really got any idea what I’ll be doing next year - I’ve more or less decided that yes, I would like to go to grad school, but I’ve also got the distinct impression that it might be a good idea to spend some time travelling or working somewhere interesting before signing another five to seven years over to dear old Mister Kant. The last time I started a senior year, it was essentially a given that I’d be going to college the following fall, I just had to establish where I’d be going to college. It may be, of course, that I’ll end up just doing something fun next summer and launching into the whole PhD thing immediately after that. And that wouldn’t be so bad, really. I do like school, after all - what kind of nerd would I be if I didn’t?

About Those Book Reviews

Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been reviewing some technical books lately, and two or three of you have written to ask directly if I’m getting paid to do this. The short answer is no: I’m not getting paid for the reviews, exactly - but it’s true that I do get review copies of the books, sent usually by the publishers themselves. This has some obvious benefits, especially on my end - not only do I get books, but I also don’t have to feel like I’ve made an investment in the books before I even begin to read (and review) them. I don’t have to feel like I’ve wasted my money if I end up with a lousy book, which in turn frees me up to write a more objective review. You might think I’ve also got incentive to write perhaps a more positive review than I otherwise would - after all, it seems like publishers wouldn’t be willing to keep sending me books if all I do is trash them. That turns out not to be the case, of course. Publishers like to see their books reviewed because it generates attention for the book, and if it’s a good one then the positive reviews will outweigh the negative ones, anyway.

The one downside, though, is that I feel like I’ve reached a certain saturation point as far as Mac books are concerned. I was working on a forthcoming review this evening and while reading one of the chapters I actually found myself rolling my eyes at having to slog through yet another explanation of permissions under OS X - but that’s certainly not a topic that should be ignored in any decent book on the operating system. Just because I now know all of this stuff doesn’t mean that everyone does - especially not if they’re in the market for a book. Maybe it just means I should take a break from Mac books and start reviewing sci fi for a while.

Shaolin Soccer

Via Ernie (who is now my friend in a newly official capacity): a post explaining why you should avoid the US release of Shaolin Soccer. Now, I’d heard good things about the version released in Hong Kong - vague things, but mostly good. Then one day near the end of last semester, I was cornered in a Starbucks by several men who strongly desired me to watch the trailer for the American release, after which I was to answer questions about my opinion of the trailer. I watched it, thought it was goofy-dumb rather than goofy-fun, and told them so. I haven’t heard anything about it since - but apparently I’m not missing much, and I don’t think I’ll be shelling out ten bucks to see it.

Soon Comes The Peeling

My apologies for yesterday’s shameful neglect, but I was out and about having Too Much Fun with the family all day and didn’t so much as check my mail. Which is probably a good thing. Even when one is fond of one’s deathly pallor, it can’t be a bad thing to get some sun and avoid typing anything at all. That said, I am slathering on the aloe and thinking dark thoughts about skin cancer.

At one point yesterday afternoon, we found ourselves not far from City Hall and decided we might as well walk over the Brooklyn Bridge. I’d managed to live here for four years without ever having done it, and I was skeptical of the potential enjoyment involved - yesterday was hot, very hot, and I couldn’t see how walking alongside a bunch of exhaust-spewing cars and their attendant asphalt could possibly be an experience to savor. It turns out, though, that once the footpath rises above the level of the cars and you’re out over the water, there’s this incredible sea breeze and the whole thing is entirely pleasant. The view is great, of course, but the feeling of being actually out on the water was the best part as far as I’m concerned, although it’s left me with an insatiable desire to go sailing as soon as possible. That’s something I used to do quite often - I went to sailing camp in Gloucester three summers in a row as a youngun - but now that I live in Brooklyn it’s been at least a couple of years. Maybe something to do before the fall.

No I Will Not Trade My Doppelganger

Quick note for those of you at NYU: I’ll be one of the two TAs for Logic this fall. It will be a little strange grading the work of other philosophy majors while I am myself still finishing up my degree, but I’m not really complaining. If you’re registered for the course, come and say hi and I’ll tell you more than you ever wanted to know about derivations. If you’re not registered for the course - so sorry, it’s been closed for a while now.

So my family’s in town this weekend - my parents and brother both, which is good fun. We just had a positively staggering feast at City Crab (really good seafood being one of the things I’m willing to eat now that my hippy vegetarian days are more or less behind me), and I mean staggering in the most literal sense. The portions weren’t enormous, exactly, so much as completely and perfectly delectable, such that there wasn’t any chance of a morsel remaining unconsumed. Isaac went straight for the Truly Gigantic Atlantic Crab, and wisely so, while I sampled the swordfish - and while it’s not a cheap place for four people to stuff themselves silly, it’s certainly the best fish I’ve had in recent memory.

We considered a movie afterwards but decided to leave that till tomorrow, and stopped in at Forbidden Planet instead (Chris and I are were in need of much more than a single twenty-sided die). There was the usual Friday Night Magic going on upstairs, which left me rather nostalgic for the days when I’d play most weekends at Federation Comics in Massachusetts - the one that used to be near the mall in Peabody but which is now a gas station or something depressing like that. At Forbidden Planet tonight there was a small boy counting out quarters to see if he had enough for a starter of 8th edition (4th being the brand-newest when I last played), and a cockle-warming sight it was too.

Fugitive

I am posting this from Spencer’s new iBook. Which I totally didn’t steal from his cube or anything. Really. I swear. I acquired it through completely legitimate means, or at least untraceable ones.

iSee

I had the chance to try out iSight and iChat AV today, and although I doubt I’d be willing to shell out $149 for even such a nice camera as that one, it was a pretty neat experience. Plus educational discounts make all Apple hardware purchases more attractive.

The video conferencing with iSight and iChat is extremely high quality, even full-screen, which surpsied me. And it really is as straightforward as they’d have you believe, which didn’t surprise me at all (it being an Apple Thing). You literally just swivel open the lens cap, click the video icon next to a nick in your iChat list, and you’ve got immediate, crystal-clear video. It’s nowhere near as dark or badly colored as most webcams, and over a decent connection it’s a very smooth stream. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, to set up or configure. Sound was surprisingly good as well, with very little lag even from California to New York.

Will I be iSightable in the near future? I didn’t think so, but I’m starting to be convinced.

Maybe It’s More Of A Hive Mind

It’s true that summer blockbusters get to be summer blockbusters because of shmucks like me: we enthusiastic masses who toss sacks of money - or at least Loews gift certificates - at the theaters to see a particular film not just once - once being perfectly acceptable and nothing anyone can be faulted for - but twice, three times even. But it’s also true that seeing a film more than once is fun in more than one way, because not only do you get to pay attention to different bits of the plot or subplot or Johnny Depp, but you also get to compare the audience to other audiences. A given crowd will often laugh or refrain from laughing as one body, which is weird - how can Jack Sparrow peeking at a statue’s ass be funny to everyone in one audience and nobody in another? And if it’s a herd mentality sort of thing, how do we know what we’re all going to laugh at this time, and what we’ll let pass without reaction? I understand that Geoffrey Rush’s ARRRRR was more inescapably hilarious to the group already prone to making pirate noises, but it elicited not so much as a tee-hee from last night’s group (which did like the statue-ass thing).

And speaking of Pirates (which I suppose I have been rather a lot lately), Scott and I tried briefly today to pin down when exactly it’s supposed to be set. They’ve left it carefully unspecified in the film, which was probably wise given its already tenuous hold on historical accuracy, but I’m curious as to the general era. The best guess I could come up with was circa 1820 (at the latest), but I won’t tell you why (yet). Who can do better? I don’t want random stabs at everything pre-twentieth century, but if you’ve got a reason to think it’s earlier or later than I’ve supposed, do let me know.

Best guess yet: A reader at Disney wrote in to suggest that the reason I’ve heard good guesses ranging from 1720 to 1820 has much to do with the following: “We tried not to place it in a specific year, the idea was to convey a sense of the era. Although the story is on a grand, ambitious scale that you’d expect from, say, the Golden Age, there was also the sense that Jack was the last of his kind, and indeed he does refer to the Black Pearl as ‘the last real pirate threat.’ The tale is really more of a pirate myth brought to life than it is a period piece, that’s why there’s the blurring of uniform items your Navy Nerd noticed.”

Previous best guess: 1817, as pegged by self-proclaimed Royal Navy nerd Sean, who seems to have spent the entire movie staring at Norrington’s uniform. He would like me to note, however, that his second guess would be somewhere between 1790 and 1794 - the confusion arising from difficulties in gleaning details from the uniform of a non-existant rank. We’re pretending for these purposes that Norrington is actually a post-captain of relative seniority.

Very worst guess: “Sometime in the 1600s,” says an (American) reader who goes on to explain that Britain didn’t have a navy after the Revolutionary war.

The Things One Can Glean From Referrer Logs

I thought it was mildly strange when I found that the PTypes Weblog had picked out a personality type for me (based on Gabe’s two drawings of me, apparently) - but that’s nothing compared to the hair-on-end weirdness of the author’s Meg Hourihan obsession. I’d link to individual posts, but there’s too many to point out - just scroll down the front page for a bit, you’ll see what I mean. I’ve never put much stock in the whole personality type thing, myself, but spending weeks and weeks reading weblogs in order to assign other people personality types seems awfully funny - that’s funny uh-oh, not funny ha-ha.