As usual, Fred Rogers has the answer.

Frankly, I'm frustrated by the fact that the President can't speak extemporaneously. At all. Take a look at any of Giuliani's press conferences in the last several days; even his "prepared remarks" are dlivered with candor, honesty, and energy. The missives coming from the White House are robotic by comparison.

In regard to the banner headline, Bastards!, there was an excellent point made on MetaFilter:

American friends of mine have criticised UK press beause they reckon it becomes difficult to separate fact from opinion. I'm torn between agreeing and arguing that what they take for fact in their own papers is simply opinion in different clothes [...]

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It is truly one of those "where were you when..." times.

It was at this point that I decided to clean some of our coffee equipment.

Oh so tasty. (Good thinq I also had two bottles of soy sauce on-hand. Why two? To take up more space in my cupboard, of course!)

Pretty vitriolic: All I can say about BeIA is, "What a complete waste of time." (from beosjournal.com)

I don't really know what to say about this.

There's a year of my life down the drain, and blamed on me. Whoopty-doo.

Some have referred to our stock price as a tragedy, or similar. I prefer to think of it as a distributed denial-of-money attack.

Ray Bradbury interviewed by Salon:

If you can't read and write you can't think. Your thoughts are dispersed if you don't know how to read and write. You've got to be able to look at your thoughts on paper and discover what a fool you were.

What do you mean "in human terms"?

Places to eat. The secret of cities is eating. In Paris there are 20,000 restaurants. You go down Main Street, people are sitting out and people-watching -- that's what I'm talking about.

Among the goodies is a pack of Cell-O-Mints, which seem to be postage-stamp-sized slivers of some kind of uaearthly mint plastic.

"It's like a condom for your tongue!"

Alicia, 8/26/01 7:53 pm

ZDNet: Palm busy buying software maker Be. Some notes on legacy applications and licenses:

Be's future with the eVilla appears shaky.

"The OS will continue to be supported within eVilla," Sony spokeswoman Gretchen Griswold said. However, Griswold said, how that will occur is unclear. Among the options under consideration is having Palm support the eVilla OS, she said.

However, Palm said it has no plans to further develop the Be operating system as a standalone OS.

"We don't plan to take on the Sony license for eVilla. We may decide to provide some transitional support for Sony if we can structure it appropriately," Somsak said.

The official Be press release. Commentary at osnews.com.

c|net: Be: A long history of almost

Palm acquires assets from Be for $11MM in PALM while hiring away key talent.

Dave Winer has written an epitaph.

There's a story at the dot.

c|net: "The Palm-Be deal marks a rather inglorious end to the company that Gassee launched when he left Apple in 1990."

In other news, the previous head of the platform group has resigned.

I love that there are people who have discovered technique to developing a psychological addition to caffeine:

The key to caffeine addiction is to take it regularly, on the clock. Have a large cup of coffee about 45 minutes after you wake up every day; your performance will be accelerated, and after a couple weeks you'll be worthless without it.

from the bulletin board for diesel sweeties

My wife is in Houston this weekend. I'm so bored!

From one of my recently-de-employed colleagues:

"Ford," he said, "how many escape capsules are there?"
"None," said Ford.
Zaphod gibbered.
"Did you COUNT them?" he yelled.
"Twice," said Ford.

...ran into it in a rumor file, figured I had to pass it back to /someone/

Hmm. I guess I wasn't really clear on this point: I'm still employed (where I have been for just over a year). The waters ahead are uncharted, and we're all a little seasick, but we do like sailing.

[10:29] * dsandler is experiencing a rather uncomfortable tachycardia after drinking a capuccino and having a Krispy Kreme

A playlist for the morning after.

Oh, yeah. Should be an exciting week. You just wait.

After a little digging, I found the offical announcement that my concentration of study at Rice has gotten up and left for Boston. (They are, lamentably, late by a couple of years — I moved from Rice to Boston in 1999. Then again, I'm no longer there, so maybe I shouldn't complain about PLT's transience.)

I was going to wear something extra-casual today, as is my wont on Fridays, but since I'm going out in a big group to get dinner and to see Planet of the Apes I figured I'd dress it up a little.

While doing the dishes this evening, I discovered that I can make wet wineglasses sing. This is a talent I did not know I posessed, and it took some practice, but I finally got a pretty clear resonant tone.

Which leads me to my koan for the day: If the cats are looking at you funny, you know you're doing it right.

Yes, I've changed things around again. If you're having trouble finding what you're looking for, let me know.