i disagree with everything you just said.

Monday, August 29, 2005


i'll be in the desert for the next week or so, so if you need to reach me, too bad. i'm blissfully, blissfully unreachable. i even mailed my computer halfway across the country, just in case i got some sort of weird urge to try and bring it along.

everybody has a different reason for burning man, and they're all good, but here's mine: there's little better in this world that a whole week away with a bunch of people you care about, where it's too damn hot to do anything besides hang out in the shade talking during the day, then too damn dark to do anything but run around dancing all night. try that on for a couple days and you'll feel way more human than during any ol' 9-5 work week. and if you happen to be surrounded by desert and sky and insanely beautiful art projects and brightly costumed people and the occasional underdressed individual and a couple of other things you don't quite have the words to adequately describe, well then, so much the better.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

ed is dead (ed is dead.)

much as i appreciate the backstory on how the pixies got it together a decade later, it's always sad when you realize that your musical godhead is, alas, all too human. which i already knew, i guess, but the tiny details scattered throughout the article really bring it home.

mostly, though, it reminded me of being 17 and trapped in houston, texas, railing against the life i was handed but without anything to replace it, discovering the pixies on rice's college radio station during a drive to the therapist's office downtown, coming home and buying every album i could find at the local big box record store. the pixies were the only thing i had, until i got to college, that gave me a glimmer that there might be something else &mdash something better! — out there. didn't know what it was, exactly, but it was the light at the beginning of the tunnel, and in the swamp pit that was late 80's houston, texas, that was enough.

it's not quite ben's story, but still. death to the pixies!

Monday, August 22, 2005

read all about it.

word begins to spread about measure map, which is great to see. we're just having a hell of a lot of fun with it and can't wait to show it off to everybody. tech crunch had something to say, and jeff and janice gave a demo to esther dyson at foo camp, which seems to have gone over well. esther blogs in flickr; gotta love that (even if we can't track it...)

Sunday, August 21, 2005

amazon's in babeland.

mark morford fronts the news that amazon has quietly become the world's biggest sex toy reseller. probably true; i did a search for "sex swing" and it came back with 63 (!) results.

this plays oh so well with their recommendations engine, especially when you've been baby shower shopping:

"up & down roller coaster ride-on" could really go either way, couldn't it?

monstro hearts nsavio.

last.fm just relaunched their service with all the audioscrobbler built right into it. the new design needs better visual — there's no clear hierarchy and it's hard to find almost anything you're looking for — but it's still a fantastic service for keeping track of what you and your friends are actually listening to. i've got a whole year's worth of data in there; the examined musical life, now with social networking!

a common complaint about social networks is that they make the implicit explicit, forcing people to put relationships into little tiny boxes that forego the subtle intricacies we humans exhibit when we're operating in meatspace. so far, flickr does it best, and "does it best" only because it doesn't pretend to be for any purpose other than photo-sharing with people you know, allowing you to define your relationships with your friends/family by coming to grips with what those terms mean to you within the limited context of picture sharing.

last.fm has taken a different tack, going freeform by letting you drop a sentence between yourself and your pals:

it's true, i do heart nsavio. he's a good guy. got a cute kid, too.

in practice, this method of social tagging is highly amusing but so unstructured as to be essentially useless. i can't say which of my friends get to see which of my songs because there's no simple way to group up my pals and deny them access. nuance may be the stuff of life, but it ain't conducive to batch processing.

which got me thinking: what if there's no real value at all in representing authentic human relationships online? what if simplistic affinity vectors are actually far more meaningful in a networked environment than something that mimics the rich tapestry of my offline existence? because, if i really wanted that, i wouldn't be sitting in front of my computer all the time, would i?

Friday, August 19, 2005


if you're not familiar, flying spaghetti monsterism is a shiny new religion created recently by a guy named bobby henderson as a refutation of the intelligent design movement. but more interesting to me, at least right now, is that thanks to the magic of collaborative document evolution, FSM's wikipedia entry has taken on a life of its own, and its followers (autochristened "pastafarians") are busy evolving their doctrine on a daily basis.

so all hail the newborn gospel of flying spaghetti monsterism, complete with a shout-out to its spiritual forebear. and god bless america.

notice the fine craftsmanship on the big red zipper up the front.

courtney skott brings you: the peninsula jumpsuit. useful for last minute client meetings down on sand hill road. idea and inspiration, mike monteiro.

Friday, August 12, 2005

mike monteiro is a genius.

. peter has the backstory.

for more clever mike shirt designs, visit their store.

what's a camp without a clever name?

our new burning man camp: the roar shack. goes well with this year's psyche theme. courtney, of course, did the logo.


i know i'm biased, but i just love the swank way that this page uses the ol' ajax.