Good mornin’ Viet-york!

Just watched some scruffy looking protesters get arrested outside of the hotel behind our office. Thought they were Eastern European tourists into def rock when I first saw them, but then noticed the flaming elephant logo on their drums. The police ran after them quickly with their fun little plastic ‘handcuffs’ and the protesting was rapidly ceased.

My friend Jen’s in town from Sf on the way to more studying north of Boston – huzah! She’s sporting a natty ‘Vote or Die‘ t-shirt which was getting lots of comments as we walked around after lunch. Best was from a guy selling paintings on the side of the road – “Vote or die? Whasthatallabout? I ain’t ever voted and I ain’t dead!”. Ah well.

Well luckily it’s remaining quiet here thus far, as I imminently prepare to run away to the Hamptons for a few days. The rest of the world seems to not be faring so well… Bombs in Moscow and Israel. Why can’t we all just get along? And will the results of the election here help stabilise the world? Fingers crossed…

Suck my D*ck C.

Well the madness around the office now has a name… And the name is Dick C. The hotel right behind us is totally cordonned off by MIBs, police and large concrete fences and the police have created special ‘Republican Car-Shares Only’ lanes down 5th Avenue. There’s probably about 300 police within 500m of our building. I feel very warm, safe and protected. Not!

Back to the hotel. So obviously this hotel, along with many others right around us like the Four Seasons right next to CitiBank (poor CitiBank) is chock full of Republicants. So we’ve hit on the idea of putting protest posters up in the windows facing the hotel. Shweet. What makes this even sweeter is that we found out from the guy who cleans up every night that the hotel is Mr C’s favorite when he’s in town. How funny/worrying is that. Keep having flashbacks to the Brighton bombing in the UK, 20 years ago.

Our new neighbour, combined with a nightmare I had the other night about dying in an elevator makes for a very jolly trip up to the 16th floor every morning. Huzah! Still, made a nice change from dreams about dying in plane crashes. Plus the 3D effects in the dream and the feeling of rapid falling motion were way cool. Let’s go again! Let’s go again!

*u, as in Duck. Obviously. Thanks to the Passer By bar for that title.

From the heart of darkness

Wow. It’s hotter than hell in New York today. 90 degrees odd. Plus the satanic troupe descending on this poor beleagured city for Repub-con’04. Grrr… obviously New York needs more shite going on in its life.

Popped down to the protest march yesterday. An amazing sight indeed. New Yorkers are always up for a good march, as witnessed every Halloween in the East Village. Suspect we got a good preview of some folks costumes for that night already, especially if Bush still gets in. The display of good natured dis-content was awe inspiring. That and the shear variation in anti-Bush t-shirts on display. Definately a good show for ‘W’ crossed out, along with the perennial women’s favorite ‘the only bush I trust is my own’. My favorites were:

  • “Yee-haw!” is not a foreign policy
  • The Republican Elephant being f*cked by the Democrat Donkey
  • Are we fascists yet?
  • More trees, less bush
  • He was better drunk

Nice to see such creativity derived from such a subject. Be interesting to see if the Republican t-shirt brigade produce anything better. Of course the fuel for this t-shirt fire will be sadly diminished if the rumours of Dick Cheney being dropped as Bush’s running mate are true. All those Bush and Dick images wasted. Sigh.

Given the mild feeling of imminent death and destruction it’s not surprising that the city seems hornier than the proverbial horndog. Or could just be the weather. Maybe we all should just stay at home, get wrecked and have threesomes. Or there’s always church. Oh no wait, Bush might be there praying for his god to be stronger than their god… Yee haw!

Mmm… wet

Watched a most wonderful movie on surfing last night, Step Into Liquid. The main story revolves around four surfers, from Santa Cruz and Maui, taking on 66ft waves out off the Cortez reef about 10 hours out at sea. Intensely crazy watching and wonderfully shot. The rest of the movie is interspersed with other surfing fanatics – including a hydrofoil enabled surfboard that keeps the rider a foot or two above the water’s surface at speed. Crazy. A must see movie for plenty of ‘is that for real?’ type action. And it is real…

Many things keep making me think about the sea at the moment. Going out to the Hamptons and lying listening to the waves, reading books on wreck divers finding sunken U-boats off the Jersey shore, being told about shark movies. All of which is conspiring to make me really, really, really miss being near the ocean. Or in it. Or even under it.

Image Frenzy

A while back I noticed a little link subtly tucked away off the Google home page for a product called Picasa. Being an inquisitive, and easily distracted from work, type pixie I downloaded it and spent a happy few minutes going ‘ooo’ and ‘aaaahhh’ at some of the iPhoto type functionality I now had access to. That and the nice fades between photos which can create some pretty cool animation effects if you flick back and forwards quickly. Cool!

I digress (no change there – Stephen), after a bit of digging it turns out that Google, in their continuing spate of random acquisitions, had aquired this product which allows you to categorise and order your local photos. Bit of a strange buy you might think, although they’ve got soooo much money they’re allowed a random bit of craziness.

Then I got to thinkin’… Why would they want to do that? Then it struck me. A few years back I was a big fan of a book called Futurize your Enterprise. In it, the author David Siegel outlines a wonderful vision of the future (cue swirly fade) where everything is tagged with XML, including your photos. Not only that, but combined with full GPS location tagging, UMT tagging and orientation sensors in the camera you could have an absolute description of the space-time co-ordinates for your photo. Shweet! Not only that, but Mr Siegel also outlined a vision where everyone could upload practically infinite amounts of stuff onto shared servers – where you could tag content as public, family, private or whatever.

OK brainiac, I hear you cry, what’s this got to do with anything? Well, apart from scary progressions like GMail giving you 1 GB of storage free and other stuff like that it appears this vision is moving closer and Google want to be there owning it. They already have an image search but it is, to be frank, a bit crap and relies on people putting sensible titles near an image – something that happens rarely. So by getting you to tag and collate your images on your local machine you can easily see that Google could offer cheap storage online for these same photos, offering high quality backup services, and letting you tag images as public/private/etc. At this point it all starts to make a bit more sense, although the end goal is probably a few years out.

Now much though Google’s going through a bit of a hard time at present I do applaud some of the forward thinking they’re doing. They’re demonstrating a degree of intelligence and planning that you don’t see many places. Yahoo keeps adding services, but Google is wanting to be the next leap forward at all stages having already finessed Yahoo at its own game. Watch this space. Guess that means I probably ought to buy some shares.. maybe.

In the meantime though, I’m just looking forward to the time when I can do a search query on the web asking for all the publically available photos taken at major tourist spots, like the Empire State building, and creating a big animated flowing interactive art piece of all of them (imagine a waterfall of time lapsed images swirling round). See you in the future…

Oh say can you see

Finally saw Fahrenheit 9/11 last night. Phew! Emotional little film that. Found myself welling up a couple of times during the 9/11 footage (which was done in a mostly non-visual way) but especially during the footage of people killed in Iraq and the interviews with a mother who’d lost her son in the Army. Moore’s obviously going for full anti-Bush impact at all points, but he tempers it by being pro the people in the army – just anti their leaders goals. Just the simple revelation that Bush spent 45% of his first year in office on holiday (pre 9/11) is scary enough.

Aside from that I don’t think I have anything insightful to add to the whole Iraq/Bush conversation, apart from it is scary how little respect one country can have for its ‘rightfully elected’ president. The footage shown of the presidential inauguration and the anti-Bush emotion back in end 2000/early 2001 is a timely reminder of what happened in the ‘election’ back then.

In the way of a lighthearted break from those depressing thoughts check out White House West. Yee haw!

Useful things wot I have learnt today

First up, if you’re going to queue for tickets to Shakespeare in the Park at the theatre itself you need to get there before 10am, especially on the last few days of the shoe. Ooops.

Secondly, Google receives 200 million search queries a day, which seemed surprisingly low to me. I think I only account for about 50-100 of those a day because I’m too darn lazy to check my bookmarks or type in a URL directly.

Thirdly, the insect netting in the apartment I’m subletting for August doesn’t seem to keep out these nuclear powered mosquitos.

Finally, I’ve found out that in Chinese astrological terms I’m year of the Rat, but also a Water element – so that makes me a water rat. Hmm… Allegedly that’s a great match for Dragons but I’m inclined to disagree at the moment.

No idea if these observations are related. Since the human mind is basically a pattern matching device then I’m sure there’s some significance there for anyone who’s clever enough to work it out. Seems like enough randomness for one day. Hopefully next time I’ll write something a bit more witty to entertain y’all.

Food coma

One thing I love and hate at the same time about New York is the food… The range, quality and availability is always amazing. At any time of day you can find something interesting to eat and you can normally get it delivered to your door within half an hour. Herein lies the problem.

This morning I quite happily finished off a healthy bowl of cereal around 8.30am and pootled off into town on the E train. Somehow I was first into the office, but when everyone else turned up Simon ordered his breakfast from Europa and “would I like anything?”. Well, I wasn’t really hungry, but the thought of a small snack appealed. Somehow this ‘small snack’ concept suffered minor scope creep, becoming a two egg roll with beef sausage – hence my current food coma.

So at somepoint soon I’m intending to re-develop some willpower, with which I will not only resist excessive breakfasts but also prevent crime by the power of my mind (and my gnarly spider-like powers – yep, finally saw Spiderman 2 and it was highly entertaining). This willpower will also be applied to prevent me going into crappy chain restaurants such as Dallas BBQ on the basis that it’s “good to slum it sometimes”. No it’s not!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off for a quick doze…

Old power generation

Sitting in the sports bar just south of madison square garden, about to go see Prince for the first time. Yay! Bringing back some old memories of Quidnunc days for sure. Ah bless…

it’s also another first.. My first ever post to blogger from a mobile phone. Yep, my trusty unlocked nokia 6600 and rapid thumb action is bringing this post to you on the spot. Very cool, but killer on the tendons..

Back in the US of A

I’ve decided from now on I’ll only fly Premium Economy or higher… There’s something infinitely more relaxing about having space to stretch out when zooming over the Atlantic at 30,000 ft, especially when you’re being plied with fresh bucks fizz the whole way (that’s mimosas to my American chums). Plus the fact that you get a power lead for your computer so can actually work your arse off the whole way.

The other side effect of premium economistic travel was that I broke all known records getting in through U S immigration – clocking about 15 minutes from leaving the plane to walking towards the AirTrain back into town. Huzah!