Moving...

Well, it's time our little site here, or at least this 'blog part of it, grew up a little.

Tinderbox has been great, but that archives.html file has been killing my bandwidth and download times.

It's hackable, Tinderbox is, and I probably could spend the time and effort making the templates export proper archies split up by month and topic and then adding content to the body of my RSS feed... but I've got other stuff to do, like.

So we're moving on over to http://redsoxnation.blogthing.com/

See you over there.

UPDATE:

So we've moving again! Just nearby this time, in fact. http://supertart.com/qi/wordpress/

Ellis Burks is Back

Oh man I wish I could have seen this game (or, like some lucky people on their birthday, get to attend the damn game).

All right, so the outcome (and the Sox pitching) sucked, but to get to see Ellis come in to pinch hit for Pokey Reese and see him get the ovation he got... oh man, I would have loved to see that. Instead of relying on the Herald (link above) and Beth to report it. L just got to hear me saying, while watching the MLB Gameday window at home while dinner was cooking, "Ellis is gonna bat for Pokey, how much you wanna bet they bat Ellis for Pokey?!" And when he got a single I could just imagine... but man, what it must have been like to be there.

I used to love seeing someone that fast playing centerfield for the Sox back in the latter part of the 80s and through Morgan's Magic.

They let Brady Anderson go because Ellis was filling that spot so well.

I'm glad, in the end, they brought the guy back for one last tour.

What's Going On

So a little update, for those who care.

The project with Adam Pacther is going all right, finally back on now that he's got little things like having a daughter out of the way. Expect more news... well, soon. Soon may be a relative term. Meaning anytime from now to slightly just after never. You know how I can get sometimes.

God Coffee, I Miss You is not, in fact, some fantasy of mine, it actually exists. Well, sort of. Still working on it. Trying to make it exist a little more substantially than it does presently. L has been very good about lighting fires under my butt, I've just proven, as time goes on, a lot better at sitting on flames than you might have thought. Those asbestos underpants really help.

Other than that, still managing a huge staff over at Sane every week and various life events are keeping me from being too active on the writing front. We'll see how that changes in the coming months.

Cat Stevens, Safe in... Maine?

The thing I don't get about this story, which is weird on a few levels, sure, is that the security officials, worried about known 70s singer Cat Stevens (now Yusuf Islam) aboard a flight in progress from London to Washington DC decided that he posed such a threat that they diverted it to Maine.

If I were a Mainiac I'd be pretty pissed off right about now. I mean, you compromise our security up in lovely old Maine so those a**eholes down in Washinton are safe? Jesus, now we've got Cat Stevens running around! Peace Train! Look out! Last time I checked Maine is still part of the Homeland (don't know why, but I hate that term, it sounds like something out of a bad adaptation of a James Fenimore Cooper novel).

I can just picture some emminently bored security agent going through the passenger lists for the flights that day, flicking through the pages, maybe sipping a coffee every once in a while, slumped in his chair, head resting against one hand. Suddenyl, he bolts upright. "Damn!" He looks wildly around the room. "Damn, damn, damn!" He rolls his chair quickly over to the phone, almost upending his coffee when his headphone cord attached to his computer sproings tight and clips the lid off the top of the cup. The cup rattles and totters but finally settles back down, with slightly less coffee in it than before. He picks up the receiver, hits the blue button... "Listen, we've got a code... blue. Jesus, man! We need immediate action! Cat Stevens coming to Washington. From London. Quick, what do I do?" A beat passes. The kid looks around wildly. Unfortunately, his thrashing head does upset the cup of coffee finally. Which is okay, because the spilled coffee from earlier had already screwed up his keyboard as it was, so the extra dousing doesn't do too much extra harm.

"Okay, right, divert, divert, get him out of the country, cool, got it."

Now this kid, being from just around Washington DC, or maybe out West somewhere, has to wrack his brain, where the hell do I send him, somewhere far, far away. But where they speak English, mostly, so he can convince the foreign airport guys to let this plane land there in this emergency. Maine! I've got it! Even though I've heard they speak French up there!

He puts down the phone then picks it up again. Sliding out a drawer with all the airport phone numbers on a sheet of paper stuck to the bottom, he begins dialing... "Yeah? Maine? Listen, we've got an emergency. What? Jesus, is that English?"

"Yes, sir. We have a code blue. We've got to land a plane in your neck of the woods. Yes, we appreciate your compliance. We have always been friendly neighbours, the US and Canada. Err, right, Maine. Sure. Umm, listen, I really can't understand you. It's Flight ---. From London. England. Just let it land, we'll send people up. Right, okay, 'y'eee-ah' and 'they-ah' to you, too. Bye."

And so Cat Stevens lands in Maine. Which, by the way, is still inside the borders of the US of A. Doh. But this kid can at least get back to calmly perusing our flight lists and listening to his iTunes.

Manny Being Manny

You've just gotta love this guy.

Manny gives advice to Rachel Nichols. Rachel's a bit much, but I love Manny's advice for approaching girls and his answer to how busy he is (which is pretty similar to my standard answer when people ask what I do): "I don't really do that much."

Whiskey Tango Ghost

Tanya Donelly's latest album Whiskey Tango Ghost is available for download online. Not from the iTMS, but from 4AD, her label. You can buy and download it from here, it'll cost you around £8.

4ad.com seem to love Hersh and Donelly, Hersh's new project, 50 Foot Wave is on there, as well. Their album you can download from the iTunes Music Store ().

Whiskey Tango Ghost is an incredible album, Tanya's got a beautiful voice. Highly recommended. Oh, and if you're a Mac user you'll want to try and purchase the album with Internet Explorer, as their little buying applet (or whatever it is, to be honest with you I didn't check into it all that closely, or at all, in fact -- it didn't work, I tried IE, standard practise, really) doesn't work with Safari.

Forgeries... or something bigger?

I think there's something bigger at stake than those documents of BushyChimp's(tm)* military records being forgeries...

Obviously, the military has had copies of Microsoft Office for decades now! How else could they have written the documents pertaining to Bush on Microsoft Word 2004!

Found via BoingBoing and SBJ.

* It's not that I hate Bush, it's that I hate traveling abroad and havig people constantly saying, "Oh, you're American? Bush, huh?" With a look of either 1) pity or 2) condescension. Both looks are given in the spirit that the giver of the look either assumes you are 1) burdened by the yolk of being led by an idiot, 2) enjoy being led by an idiot and wholeheartedly agree with him that no other nation 'cept the good ole U S of A counts for anything or 3) you've also had a full frontal lobotomy and they're hoping you don't take this kind of look as a cue to start speaking to them. Seriously, I read an interview with Kerry in Newsweek the other day in the gym, and then proceeded on to the other interview, with Bush, in an attempt to be fair and balanced and everything and try and get both sides of the story. Then I had to go back and re-classify the Kerry responses as wonderfully articulate, smooth, and sensible. Because Bush's grasp of the English language (I suppose you hav to forgive him, his first language being Texan) is disgusting. Any suspicions he wanted that "No Child Left Behind" thing because he was never taught to speak in complete sentences? I mean that's a failure of the system right there. Actually, thinking about it, I do really dislike Bush.

Ps. I saw the latest comment on BoingBoing about these docs potentially not being written in Word. This is an attempt at humour.

Pedro's Wednesday Night Masterpiece

What a beautiful game. All right, so it got a bit boring, when Pedro lost his bid for a no-hitter, but you've got to like an 8-0 lead going into the 7th inning.

But to be sitting down the right field line, spitting distance (I didn't try, this is just a rough guess estimate) from the Red Sox bullpen, surrounded by scores upon scores of Red Sox fans, watching Pedro stymy the A's and watching the Sox bat around against Tim Hudson was pure magic.

Network Associates Coliseum is a big, not particularly nice ballpark, which A's fans never seem to manage to be able to fill. At a rough guess (another one, this post is just full of them, I know) I would have to say 30% of the crowd, at least, were there to cheer on the Red Sox.

The ovation that Trot got, when he took over in right field in the 8th, and caught a sinking line drive was thunderous. In a visiting ballpark. It was really something amazing to behold. I know the folks at home were saying it seemed like the Sox were being given a hard time by the Oakland fans, but, at least in our section, we routinely outshouted the A's fans. So much so that the poor guy in front of me, one of three A's fans in two complete rows of Sox fans, had to content himself with showing his... well, I suppose he thought it was clever, sign to his fellow A's fans, and then he only brought it out in the 7th inning or so, when he was getting desperate and shouting all about 1918...

Everything willing, if I live long enough, I'll come back to Oakland in 60 years and try and start up the "1989" chant. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll have better things to do with my time. I don't know, I'll pencil it in the old calendar, anyway, just in case nothing better comes up.

Garden State

Damn that Zach Braff.

I was very impressed with Garden State.

And Zach had/has a blog for the film here. Which he wrote and directed.

Great soundtrack, brilliantly written screenplay, just an amazing all around film.

Much better than, say, Godsend.

Go out and see Garden State, I highly recommend it. And that goofy kid you'll see in the film, the one from Scrubs? Yeah. That's Zach Braff. Bastard.

Sox-A's Tickets Still Available

If you're a Sox fan stranded out here on the West Coast, don't look now but there are a lot of good tickets still available for pretty cheap for tonight and tomorrow's (Pedro!) games against the A's...

We're hitting Petey's game tomorrow night and managed to get field box tickets for pretty cheap.

I'd love to see the Coliseum turned into Fenway Park West like SBC/PacBell Park was back in June. Of course, I'd not like to see a repeat of Schmidt's performance against the Sox, but we'll see how that goes. Think they'll play Tessie () for us if the Sox win?

And we're back...

We're back from our jaunt across Massachusetts, Clare, and DC, and just about settling back into work.

That was, of course, after I cleared away the cardboard box filler with which the guys had helpfully filled my cube. For some reason, everytime anyone leaves for any period of time we fill their cube with boxes... and man, those Xserve RAID boxes are heavy, even when they're empty.

And look at the Sox, I can't believe my eyes, reading through the papers today... people seem... positively positive... about things. What the hell happened to the Boston media in the last few weeks!

Oh, and the Dropkick Murphy's Tessie is on the iTunes Music Store.

The EP includes a slightly rockier version of Fields of Athenry, which they played at Claire's wedding afters.

Humor, Humor, Humor And, Ehm, Games

Before anyone else flips out on me, especially those statheads that seem to litter baseball fans these days, my comments to Joe Sullivan and on various sites, the ones about Nomar being re-signed as a free agent in the off season by the Red Sox, and all of us having a great big laugh at the press conference where Larry and Nomar kiss and make up?

I was joking. Gallows humour, if you will.

Maybe everyone's a little cranky after the Nomar trade, maybe I've just underestimated people's sense of humour. But I'm the guy who wrote, for Sane Magazine (hell, the guy who writes, and founded, Sane Magazine) the story of Nomar's trade with the headline Breaking News: Boston Devastated By Terrorists. Does that sound serious?

Oh oh oh man, forget this little mini-rant about people without a sense of humour... mid-rant, I found this: Atari2600 reviews... ohh... and Atari 7800 a couple favourites:

Congo Bongo - 2600

Kool-Aid Man! - 2600

Pele's Soccer - 2600

Pitfall (and Pitfall II, which you got sneak peeks of (in the mail) if you took a screenshot, literally a picture of the television screen, if you scored more than 20000 or so on the original) - 2600

Racquetball - 2600

Smurf - 2600, for the soundtrack alone...

Desert Falcon - 2600 The game above this, Demons to Diamonds, we couldn't play so often because we really abused that circular controller you needed to play this game.

Superman - 2600, this one gets panned, but I loved this game. Perhaps shows how simple I am...

And my personal favourite for the 2600:

Raiders of the Lost Ark. To name just a couple...

Food Fight - 7800

Hat Trick - 7800

Winter Games - 7800

But there's no review, just yet, of my favourite on that system: Dr J. versus Larry Bird... ah, correction, they do have it...

More Nomar Reaction

More Nomar reaction around the web: Of course, everyone's favourite magazine has a reaction, what those terror warnings were actually all about was, in fact, Nomar's departure to the Cubs. And Joe Sullivan has a pretty good article in the Union Leader.

I feel exactly the same way as Joe... I felt like I'd been divorced Saturday afternoon, sort of a "Funeral Blues" kind of:

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W. H. Auden

I swore off the Sox that afternoon (been following them since I was a kid in the mid-to-late seventies, a child of Worcester, Mass)... but I wound up coming back... a lot like I did just a few years ago, getting over my long state of discontent over the strike year (I'll grant you, this turnaround was a bit shorter). I'm a lot more wary now, and have, unfortunately, accepted it as a business, that's the way things go. It was nice, for example, to see old Timmy, whom I'd liked as Pirate, and was thrilled when the Sox acquired him, go out and pitch pretty well after a little two run hiccup. But not instant messaging scores around to L, who is also a Sox fan (learned, not born), like I would with a resounding "MANNNNYYYYY! Off the Coke bottles!" or "NOMAAAAAAR! Two run shot!"

I think the biggest reason I've come back around to watching the team through my fingers again (well, metaphorically... as we're stuck in California for a few years it's more like watching the Sox through the throttled stream of WEEI via mlb.com over a 56k modem) is that I think we may still be in for a reconciliation. It's stupid, I know, but don't you think that way in a divorce? And why not? Nomar's a free agent in the autumn, why wouldn't the Sox throw their hat in the ring, pick him up in the offseason, dust him off, and give him a great big hug. "Nomar, welcome back. We were just testing you... and," as Lucchino turns to the fans standing at the foot of the stage, "you guys. We were just kidding." And with that he hands back Nomar's #5, and Nomar flashes one of his smiles, and grabs a bat from some lackey on the edge of the stage, and he looks at his most comfortable, leaning on the bat like he's stretching out before a game or something. And Theo's just standing there on the side of the stage, smiling, with his arms folded across his chest, resisting the urge to wipe the little bead of sweat off his brow. Plausible, right?

Ohh, I'm sure the harsh realisation will hurt, but until then it gives us something to look forward to, come October...

No More Nomar...

Gargh.

Oh well. It really sucks that things got to that point, that there was really nowhere else for Nomar to go but out but there you have it -- a couple of rejected contract offers, a lot of bad press about injuries, the missed trade, and he's out.

Nomar, for the record, is what brought me back to baseball after those years after the strike year, when I just lost interest... and Saturday night I really thought I was just going to pack it in again... after all, baseball is a business. Maybe not so much when you're younger and don't read the goddamn newspapers so much and just have your posters on the wall to tell you about your heroes (Steve Grogan, Ray Bourque, Larry Legend, Roger Clemens...).

It's just a bit saddening, really.

Here's hoping they manage to not make so many errors and the bats come alive...

Bill Simmons on Missing the Sox Games

Bill Simmons (aka The Sports Guy) has a beef with the decision not to show the Sox-Spankees game on Saturday by Fox.

Right on, brothah!

(Umm, yeah, I'm white. At least I don't follow the NBA any longer.. sorry.)

I was gutted to find, after rushing home from a mid-morning softball game in sunny Silicon Valley, leaving the car as the Sox were coming up to bat in the bottom of the second (found it on ESPN radio, thankfully), slamming round the corner, up the stairs, off the walls in the hallway, into the door as I tried to jam the key in, flung the door open -- L. (my own personal Sports Gal) standing there, staring at the tv: "It's not on."

I dove for the couch, flipped up the clicker, flicked through the usual suspects, 2, 38, 39, 40, 41, a couple more north of there just in case we were having channel displacement and every channel had been shifted a couple of numbers. I went back and tried 3 and 4 just in case that theory had legs.

No. Friggin'. Game.

Correction. Giants-Cardinals game. To quote Bill: "I'm sure there were pennant implications and stuff. It's just that I don't care. I don't care about the National League. I care about the Red Sox. "

Unfortunately, we don't have a radio, we've made due with a combo of WEEI from mlb.com over our crappy little dial-up or listening to music off the old iTunes. And the internet wasn't an option because, as soon as she found out the game wasn't on the television L. started in on some phone calls back home to Ireland she had to make. I could feel the great primal scream coming from somewhere deep inside me. The same primal scream our ancestors probably made when they first crawled out of the sea and realised there weren't any cabanas or chaise lounges set up just yet. The same ones that remember Smokey Joe Wood.

So I ran the whole way down to Walgreens, literally. This isn't as impressive as it sounds, as Walgreens isn't particularly far from the house, but I did do it in sandals, which has to up the difficulty factor a little bit. Rummaged through all the aisles in Walgreens looking desperately for a battery-powered AM radio. Got a little huffy with a woman and her cart who obviously didn't realise the guy running around with the sweaty 'B' cap was involved in a quest of monstrous proportions.

Finally found the radios near the front of the shop (damn this new and newly laid out location they've put themselves in... last year, before I started work over here I would have found those radios in milliseconds, that's how well I was acquainted with the old Walgreens building), grabbed one that mentioned AM and battery on it, grabbed a pack of 9V batteries, and ran out of the store, back up the street towards home.

I had the bright idea to open the battery pack and radio to try and listen to it on the way home, sooth the savage soul, as it were. Only bits of radio really need to have a table or something to rest on, if you're going to take them apart, I think that might even be mentioned in the instruction manual, because the parts just seem to flip out of your hands way too easily and are made out of that plastic that hits a surface and instantly skids out of reach and, if one is available, under a fridge. And using a plastic bag, which is filled with the plastic bags that contained the radio box and the radio inside the plastic box, as your table is not a great substitute.

But I did it. I managed to get the battery in. I had to stop running at this point, and to get those little caps on the nubs I had to stop completely. I probably had my tongue stuck out and my mouth twitching at this point, as I apparently do when I'm concentrating on something. I've never seen it, personally, as I'm usually concentrating on whatever it is at the time.

And no sound. Damn. It. I flicked both dials around to see if there was no sound due to the fact that I wasn't on a proper frequency or maybe had the sound down too far. Still no luck. I bolted across the road, finally, glaring at the back of those cars that didn't realise you're supposed to stop to let pedestrians cross at crosswalks in the civilised world (of which California doesn't fall, but hey, we're hoping they all learn someday), especially when there's a Red Sox game on. I would have chucked the radio at them if 1) I didn't need it to listen to the game and 2) this were the movie world, where I could get away with such a thing, especially if it wound up hitting the car and breaking their rear view windshield or something and 3) I thought it would make me feel better.

So, with my lifeless radio back into the apartment, L. still on the phone, television quiet.

I plugged the radio in in the kitchen, and flipped through frequencies. Scared L. out of the room when sound, just nonsensical, incredibly loud sound blasted out. I settled down. Breathed in deep once or twice. This may have also been due to the fact that I hate running and was sucking wind like nobody's business. My hands were shaking slightly, I thought. It made it difficult to tune the radio. I made a slight placating gesture to L's back as she left to room to continue her conversation in a room in which she could actually hear and turned back to the radio.

Finally, struck gold, got the ESPN radio announcers, and settled in.

At the next break, I took it outside, plugged it into the outdoor outlet, which seems to like it better if the plug isn't pushed all the way in but rests sort of halfway out, tempting little kids' fingers (should there be any around), set up on of the patio chairs, grabbed some juice from inside and proceeded to, at long last, enjoy the game.

Man, living on this coast is tough.

Giambi's Mystery Illness

Now, every time this story comes up I have to wonder... why, with all the crap, almost completely unsubstantiated journalism going on out there, has no one really asked if Jason Giambi's decline in health has been due to his extreme weight loss over the offseason (notice how I didn't even mention the rumoured kicking the BALCO steroids that has been snickered at as the reason for his weight loss and not, as he put it, laying off the hamburgers)?

The only place(s) I've seen this raised thus far is in the nyyfans.com forums (and the people who suggested it were quickly shouted down with cries of slander! slander! -- Jesus, guys, it's a forum, a fan forum, there's going to be all kinds of crap...) and in the NY Daily News online. Has this been commented on elsewhere?

It's not a sign of disrespect. Forget the playing aspect of it (I think it's a joke he was voted on to the All Star team, especially after the stink that was raised when Nomar, who hadn't played by that point, was leading the shortstop voting... the guy looks like a scarecrow and he's the starting first baseman for the American League? Over write-in Papi? Come on.). The guy's really sick.

I just wonder why no one's asking the obvious questions now... Or maybe they are, if they are, please show me who's asking them.

Oh Tessie! Sox Win, Sox Win!

Tessie, you are the only, only, ooo-oo-oo--oooonly!

Man, what a weekend.

Lesson number 1) Never let people try to make plans with you when the Yankees roll into Fenway.

Lesson number 2) Maybe it's a good thing, for your heart, that you missed Matsui's grandslam, leaving the house with the Sox up 8-2.

The video for the new version of Tessie is here, which is the 56k link, as even on a pretty hefty Internet connection the DSL version kept crapping out.

Here's hopin' all the good vibes carry over from the weekend's series into the road trip... I'd love to see some vintage Pedro by the time we get to visit Worcester in mid-August...

Don't Bother Holding the Debates

I would say we don't really need the debates for the November elections... this film says it all pretty much in a nutshell.

It's that time of year again, when you should leave the country and try coming back when it's in a better state.

Or just watch a lot of films... Sane's getting into the swing of it with movie reviews lately.

Bindings and NSTableView subclasses

Just a tip, for anyone wanting to use bindings with a custom subclass for NSTableView (say you wanted to create a subclass so you could handle a user pressing the delete key ) is that, if you want sorting to work automagically you need to do a little extra work... don't worry, it's not a lot.

Instead of just hooking up the content binding to your NSArrayController you will also have to explicitly hook up the selectionIndexes and sortDescriptors bindings.

A picture might help. Your bindings inspector is going to look like the following in InterfaceBuilder:

You can find this advice, as well as loads of other good advice with regards to binding at mmalc's Bindings tips and tricks.

Set My People Free!

This is a load of, well...

Why do people think blogging is the end all be all? Not only am I getting disillusioned with the state of journalism these days, it's not like "participatory journalism" is any better.

"Some of my pleasantest hours were during the long rain-storms in the spring or fall, which confined me to the house for the afternoon as well as the forenoon, soothed by their ceaseless roar and pelting; when an early twilight ushered in a long evening in which many thoughts had time to take root and unfold themselves. " - Walden, somewhere in the middle.

Of course, we all know Thoreau cheated by hanging out down at old Emerson's house half the time, don't we?

Good Old Manny

Man oh man.

I'm beginning to think that it's not going to be down to a blockbuster trade that'll put the Sox over the top towards winning it all... it'll be the media in Boston putting a big fat cork in it, for Pete's sake.

Manny took a day off yesterday, and the media get stirred into a frenzy. Nick's response seems to be the most level headed, but come on... is this an issue? Who cares if Manny takes a day off? He's been on a tear for the last month or so, coming into the break with MVP numbers and hasn't had too many days off this season so far (you can tell I swear by the cold heard stats of the game)... between him and Ortiz the Sox couldn't really afford to rest either of them, seeing as how they were carrying the team. And now that Nomar does, indeed, seem to be back, and Johnny Damon appears to have been possessed by the spirit of Teddy Ballgame (you can only imagine Ted wondering what the hell he's doing with all that hair), Terry can afford to give Manny a little breather.

I think Ed had a good idea when he abstained from the Boston media for Lent... and you hear the talk of clubhouse cancers...

Hopefully the CHB gets in a good article about this one, as he seems to enjoy misery like this.

At any rate, let's get this joke of a show out of the way this week and let 'em roll on into Anaheim, where we'll be making the trip down to catch Saturday's game (Wakefield to start, I believe), I'm looking forward to seeing the Sox bats light it up once again.

Sox v the MFYs

Surviving Grady has a great entry about last night's game... I think I'm worried, now, about the prospect of Butch Hobson's ghost visiting me at night...

And Bill Simmons, the Sports Guy, has a great article, as well, about last night's painful one... Hopefully tonight Petey can pull it together...

What Kind of Bird is That?

It's a whine bird. Or a couple of them.

Robb (who must have been enslaved and beaten daily in a previous life by someone who wound up working at Apple) and David K Every seem to be getting more and more vitriolic these days, don't they? Jesus.

To be fair, though, I never thought much of DKE... I've never run across... ehm, journalism, sure, journalism, as rife with broad, sweeping statements that have no basis in fact. I suppose he'd make a good columnist in the Dan Shaughnessy mold (please, we don't need another one... or even the first one, come to think of it), but for pete's sake I wish he wouldn't pass it off like he's an objective observer. I did enjoy his little full disclosure note at the bottom, though... nice touch.

John Gruber has a pretty fair assessment of the recent controversy.

Weblogs shouldn't be mistaken for journalism, kids. You're more like the wackjobs muttering to themselves (mind, not the ones on the actual soapboxes) at Speaker's Corner.

Just figured I'd point out some... well, not quite interesting, but, well, it's writing, anyway.

The standard disclaimer applies.

[Also, in the interest of fulll disclosure I once had a 'blog entry all ready to go, all about DKE's terrible writing style and miserable attempts to pass himself off as a real journalist, but never ever published it. Go figure. Just so you're informed. I also once had a dog named Coffee. No lie.]

Counting Crows at the Mountain Winery

Caught a great show last night from the Counting Crows and the Graham Colton Band at the Mountain Winery... what a place to see a concert, the views from the top of the hill are fantastic (almost killed the car, but that's all right, kudos and thanks go out to the Santa Clara Sheriffs Department and their crack staff of former Ford mechanics)... highly recommended, if you're in the South Bay area (the trip up, not the (minor) car troubles).

Irish interviewers

Man, did she kick his a**e. L's mom had noted something of the tough questioning the eejit was getting on his trip to Ireland, but this is funny.

Can he not string a sentence together without stuttering? F**kin' eejit.

Being back here (the States) just over a year, I'm embarrassed by our newspapers and journalists...

From Boing Boing.

More Nomar Lovin'...

Okay, so maybe L doesn't quite understand (yet) why Nomar's so important to the Sox, but shocker of shocker, Dan (aka the CHB) has produced a nice article about Nomar after last night's performance (and not just in the game, as you'll see).

5 Alive!

At long last, Nomar's back up playin' for the big boys!

My favourite response so far? Off of SoSH (Sons of Sam Horn): this post.

Manny & Other Sox News

A little while ago... I think it was a month or two, I had to eat crow and admit that I was wrong. Over the winter I was having a chat with my dad and asked him whether or not he was excited about the prospect of A-Hole... errr, Rod, A-Rod, playing for Boston... and he wasn't. He preferred Manny, he said. "Sure, Manny has his little quirks, but man that kid can hit," he said. Now that I'm back in the States and able to follow baseball once again, I've been able to listen in and watch, on a couple of occasions, the man, himself, hit. And man, can he hit. We've been playing softball a bit recently, and since L's never played before (hurling comes close, but not quite, to hitting a base/softball), she can't do much worse than follow the tips from the bottom of Manny's youth page...

Manny has really turned it around this year. John Tomase has a great article in the Eagle Tribune about the man, himself, and his sidekick, Kevin. In which his attitude has finally caught up to that unreal hitting ability... Boston Dirt Dogs have a decent scoop from "someone who's close to Peter Gammons" about part of the genesis of that turnaround, but they don't have permanent links (maybe that'll change with the boston.com acquisition?), so you may have to dig around for it.

Everywhere you see homages to the guy's hitting prowess, including this one, in the Herald.

In other news.. the Red Seat shirts arrived! Here's one, modeled:

Yosemite

We celebrated the Memorial Day weekend, our first long weekend... well, since Christmas, I believe, by heading out to Yosemite.

See Sane Magazine this evening for more...(That link won't work until Sane gets published...)

Nomar Day to Day to Day to Day to Day...

Jeez. Even a Nomar shirt is delayed.

It doesn't bode well.

Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

Just finished reading Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, by Gregory Maguire last night. A rough estimate, during the process of muddling through it I started and finished four other books. My strategy for finally buckling down and finishing it? W. Somerset Maugham's Of Human Bondage.

I had expected, based on the back cover and basic idea behind the story (take a fairy tale and tell "the other side" - this could be very funny, a bit like Christopher Moore's Lamb). "What a clever idea," I had thought.

By the end, hell, by shortly into the book, I'd amended my previous notion, it wasn't at all what I expected, not clever, not funny in any way. It was okay, I suppose. Which is the strongest praise I can give it, I'm afraid. The writing was all right. It was paced... mostly well, ish. It wasn't paced brilliantly, obviously, because it took me over a month to finish the thing.

This book was painful. I expected a bit more wit from a book effectively nicking its story directly from a fairy tale. And he's done it more than once. So I figured, ' There is no way he can simply rip off the tale of Cinderella, the Wicked Witch of the West, and... the next one... it's, ehm, Mirror, Mirror, so I'm guessing it's Snow White's tale. Only *behind the scenes*! Wow!

C'mon.

The only way I managed to finish this book was by picking up something from a writer with a reputation for being even more painful, Maugham.

If you're interested in Dutch history and the tulip crash, interested in hackneyed portrayals of Dutch portraiture and just a story written from a young girl's perspective where something just doesn't quite feel right... something's off in the depiction/storytelling, well, this book is for you.

Tony Conigliaro

The rumour on Boston Dirt Dogs at the moment is that the Sox are going to be retiring Tony C's number 25 at the end of 2005, when Ellis Burks is done playing.

This guy was one of my mom's favourite players ever to don a Red Sox uniform.

As he was many fans' favourite.

Even though a lot of people on Sons of Sam Horn are conflicted about this one (no Hall of Fame numbers), I think they should. Or, at the very least, which seems to be the general consensus, honour him in some way... with a statue or something. Native son and all. Hell, the center field stands in the triangle are still Conig's Corner...

If you're a baseball fan at all I highly recommend going to read Shaun Kelly's story.

For Geeks Eyes Only

Man, what a way to kill your readership. But here goes, anyway, for those that are interested.

Following on (and highlighting jcr's post) from this thread about the relative merits of C++ and Objective-C: a decent explanation of the differences between message sending in Objective-C and C++.

There's been another little spurt of arguing about the supremacy of certain languages lately.

I'm pretty biased for Objective-C (and even Java, if you're using com.webobjects.foundation and the patterns you get used to in Objective-C).

In other language-related news today Tcl/Tk Aqua 8.4.6.1 is out.

Newsfeed Readers

The other day PulpFiction launched, which you could have followed, had you been reading Erik's weblog. So I downloaded it to give it a go.

The winner, and still champion, in my book isn't NetNewsWireLite (the link to lite is at the bottom of that page), it's MacReporter.

PulpFiction is very, very slow (sure I only tried the lite version... somehow I don't envision the heavy version having speed improvements). And I get the good old Application Not Responding when I try to use the Dock menu on it with my normal set of subscriptions.

This is my biggest complaint against both NetNewsWire and PulpFiction... I mainly only use that Dock menu to quickly scan what's new and judge, based on the headline, which post/story I might be interested in. I don't care about built-in browsers, filters, all that rubbish. I've been using NNW at work for the last... year, probably, only because I'm far too lazy to take my license key off my home machine and drop it onto my work machine. Or buy a new license. And I hate having to relaunch the damn thing. How it forgets what posts I've already fetched and what news I've read. I really like that MacReporter remembers this stuff.

PulpFiction apparently remembers this stuff, but I don't think I'm going to have the patience to stick with it for much longer... just clicking back to that main view is painfully slow... it's a nice interface and everything, very clever, bolting on the mail paradigm to news feeds, but I miss my lightweight feed fetcher.

So, kids, once again, that number is: MacReporter. Well worth the $15.

Or, if you're one of the Linux-y, let's recompile kernels this weekend type of kids, you could always roll your own with an out-dated tcl-based RSS parser.

Coming to you live from Shandy Hall... Asterisk*

Via Mark: an online focus for narrative study and development, based at Shandy Hall, where good old Laurence wrote my personal favourite book The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman.

Ladies and Gentleman.... Asterisk*.

C**sed and First

Beth's 'blog on all things Red Sox is usually a good read, and today, after last night's win, she's in inspired form.

Well worth a bookmark.

Chelski

Well, it's still early yet, but Chelsea look like they have a shot at advancing in the Champions League... wouldn't that be something?

[This is obviously just me taking time out of supporting the Red Sox, who, once again, have reminded me why cautious optimism is always the way to go with them... supporting a team who used to be my "local." I loved sitting in Finch's watching the crowds stream down to Stamford Bridge. Never went in for a game, but Stamford Bridge, the hotel and all the stuff surrounding it is quite nice.]

Update: Ohhh, it's 2-1 now. Chelsea need two goals to win, one to tie and force a shoot out...

Update2: Hmm, I seem to have spoken just slightly too soon. It's a shame... I like Chelsea, especially Damien Duff, I just guess it wasn't meant to be.

Cocoa EOF alternatives

NB. This is not an official statement from my employer.

Cocoa EOF would be a great way to develop a desktop app with database connectivity. That thread usually comes up on most Mac OS X developer lists sooner or later. And last for weeks. It also comes up in most WO User Group Meetings (and can get mildly... frenzied, let's say).

But there's a small problem with the license, if you're planning on distributing those apps.

So what do you do? You've heard EOF is the bee's knees. You like Cocoa. A lot. It's also the bee's knees. Man, wouldn't it be cool to do both?

Well, listening to the recent thread on webobjects-dev, it sounds like what some people want could be a client-server app, if worse came to worse (or at least their environment suggests it). I understand a lot of people want self-contained desktop apps that'll have database access. This is not what I'm talking about here. I'm talking about these apps you might potentially want to centralise your datastore and have clients on the desktop that don't have to use the sometimes limiting UI of a web browser/html pair.

You don't have to necessarily use the built-in web services support in WebObjects, you can roll your own web services-like behaviour. It's fine, but hell, you're writing both ends, you don't need people downloading wsdl's and figuring out what your service offers. You could just hit DirectActions that'll give you the Enterprise Objects you want and perform your saves and edits and whatever based on the DirectActions you hit with the formValues you're providing.

Or give a thought to JavaClient... it's actually a pretty robust technology...

If you do want to use the built-in web services stuff there's some good sample code on the developer site, and I may post some of my examples one of these days (Q.I. Software's been a bit quiet lately due to work and other stuff) to give this post a little more meat to it.

Apple patented by Microsoft

Oh boy, those guys are really diversifying these days.

Microsoft patents Apple.

This is the sort of thing that takes their focus off the pedal and results in Longhorn shipping in December 2019.

4.5 and my playlist

Okay, time to play DJ for a couple seconds:

Here's my playlist.

The Morning After Hangover...

So, even with a brilliant Andrew Raycroft and their pumped up lines with Gonchar and Nylander the Bruins couldn't pull it off. Jose Theodore sounded like he had an amazing night in goal for the... well, all right, maybe we're not quite ready to write their name.

It was exciting, boys, but, as a few of the journalists over at the Globe are noting this morning, this always had the sniff of a last ditch effort. A lockout next year, a couple of free agents not being signed from this decent crop (Knuble, Nylander, Murray, Rolston...). Ah well, our last chance, possibly ever, at Lord Stanley's Cup. Damn.

[I'm a Boston sports fan... I'm supposed to be melodramatic, that one was for the journalists.]

God. Damn. Habs.

Damnit.

I have a feeling, as some sort of rite of passage/welcome back I'm doomed to see each of the New England teams battle an old nemesis and lose. Ihave a few more choice words in mind, but I'm keeping this a PG-rated 'blog.

Goddamn Canadiens. Okay, PG-13.

Scooter and Fox Network

To paraphrase my brother, "Scooter sucks."

Nice one, Fox, teach the kids about a knuckleball while Bill Muellar makes an excellent play...

And this one's for the bash brothers: BAL-CO! BAL-CO!

Big Weekend

If only the Celts were playing the Lakers (and if only they didn't suck), this would be one storied weekend. Maybe throw in the Pats playing the Dolphins.

Yanks v Sox tonight with Tim "Where'd I Leave My Medication" McCarver and B's need to put away the Habs once and for all... not that we ever had NESN in our house, but at the very least all of this stuff would have been on the radio easily enough... sometimes it's hard, this West Coast thing.

Boston Sports Nation

I was thinking this a few weeks ago...

It's amazing how high the hopes are this year for so many of the old New England teams, except the one team that was so good at winning throughout the 80s.

Coupla Updates

So a coupla updates on the writing front:

- God Coffee has been turned down by two out of the three agents it's been submitted to this time round. Which is par for course, from the sound of it. A good friend who's reasonably well-known, and has had two books published in dead tree format, he's recently mailed me to say he's been around to 30 agents, none of whom have bitten on his latest. It's a tough old world out there.

- I'm in the process of finishing off and submitting a few shorts for a project on the Boston Red Sox, fiction inspired by the team and the sometimes obsessive fandom that follows. We'll be hearing in the next few weeks, just post the end of April, how it all goes.

- And Sane celebrates another Monday with another issue sometime later this evening. It just keeps going.

Pete's Follow-Up

A quick follow up on yesterday's post. Boston Dirt Dogs posted something off of the Sox message boards that points to an earlier article by Dan about Roger Clemens leaving the park early in 1996... Nice.

For Pete's Sake

Oh man. Dan, Dan, Dan. Will you ever just shut up? Is it any wonder you've got your very own tshirt?

All right, it's not ideal, Petey walking out following his abysmal second inning. I thought he settled down nicely, though, after that, and pitched well. Well enough to get the win if he'd gotten a little support from the offense. But they stranded 4 billion base runners (By my count. And I've never been very good at maths. It may have been more like 17, accounting for the wind chill factor and ESPN2 distortion from Baltimore.) during the course of the evening, including a bases loaded scenario with Manny getting ready to come up to the plate.

It's not just Pedro's fault.

And sure, Petey's got a little problem when he walks out on his team and doesn't bother sticking around for the final few outs. He's a brilliantly talented individual who has been both built up and vilified (occasionally) by guys like Dan, and he's at the stage in his career where you're left only to coddle him, as a manager.

Because of whining little... well, Dan. Because of Dan. He sounds like a friggin' teenager - "Oh why oh why does this always happen to meeeee? Err, the Red Sox. Why do bad things happen to good people?"

Well, Dan, why don't you make it about the baseball? You're the eejit that writes all this stuff. Screw Pedro. He took off early. He's a bastard for it. Write about the fact that the Red Sox couldn't drive in any runs. Write about Manny's playful attitude and stellar fielding. Write about Pokey's brilliant fielding and somewhat odd decision to bunt with two outs and a couple of runners on. Write about Timlin's horrific return to the mound after last season's heroics.

You talk about Pedro having this thing about getting no respect from management? I actually think you're a little off, there. I think it's from you guys.

Sure, he's pissed off after a terrible outing (second inning). He knows he's going to get grief. He's been getting grief all spring about his fastball. You guys are going to write about it. And the Sox have got a day off, so it'll get an extra day's worth of play in the papers right there. Petey's decided this sucks, and he's not going to talk to you guys, because it rarely goes well. His only way of talking is out there on the mound, every fifth day. So I'm happy to let this one slide, him taking off when he knows postgame is not going to be any party. There's nothing Terry can do about it but wait it out, let Pedro come back and answer you whiners on the fifth day, back at Fenway.

Meanwhile, you give lip service to having respect for him, but you've already got him in pinstripes, for the love of all that's holy and good. Cut the guy some slack, let him get back to what he's good at, and you go figure out what you're good at, maybe hand the reigns over to someone that doesn't feel the need to sensationalise things quite so much. Eric Wilbur's not a bad candidate...

In other news, there's more Sox goodness over at Sane Magazine this week...

WebObjects Introduction

Jon has an excellent movie, showing you how to get started in WebObjects (5.2.2+). Now, it's 10.2 MB or so, so mind your poor little modem.

It's a great addition to his intro to WebObjects 5.

If you're interested in playing with WebObjects at all these are excellent places to start. Couple these with the WO docs and finally you've got a good picture of what you can do with WebObjects.

Remember, you can always try out WebObjects by logging on to connect.apple.com and choosing to Download Software > WebObjects, where you'll find an evaluation copy. You'll only need the free ADC account to get playing. If you're on Panther you should download that WO 5.2 and update a couple of times to get up to at least 5.2.2 (5.2.3 is out now). Download it from here if you don't see it in Software Update.

Too Good to Last

I had really high hopes for MLB.tv, as well, but today's game is proving a bit painful. The Saint Paddy's day broadcast was excellent.

Today sucks. Frames aren't updating, I'm getting great stretches of blank screen, and I haven't seen anyone take a swing or throw a pitch in about three innings. The audio seems all right, but I'm getting a lot of skipping, and it sounds like they've got severe hiccups. And this is on one of the larger company networks you're going to find (bandwidth-wise), so it shouldn't be a bandwidth issue on my end. It's not worth the $14.95 a month, not at all. I think the audio will do me fine.

Oh well. Maybe someday they'll get their act together. Or at least take a page out of the NHL's playbook and provide excellent audio feeds.

Timmy Wakefield

Just a pointer to an article on redsox.com about a real class act, Tim Wakefield.

I remember really liking the way he threw when he broke through with the Pirates, and I'm thrilled that he's back in Beantown for another go... why was Grady the goat and not Tim?

I think it's because Tim just gets out there and does his job. As they say in the article, knuckleballers don't have that ego a 98 mph fastball fosters, they're out there for the team.

God Coffee Update

God Coffee, or significant portions of it, anyway, are winging their ways to a few separate agents at the moment.

For those of you that haven't found Writer's Market or any of those standard publications (actually, an interesting one that I flicked through for this particular foray into agent-land is called Writer's Guide to Queries, Pitches & Proposals, by Moira Allen, see the link below), I included 50 pages for a couple of them, 100 for another (because she asked for 100), a five page synopsis of the novel, and a two page cover letter. So we'll see how effective this all is in about 4-8 weeks.

More Travel

Following a thread from Mark's weblog to Norman Walsh's about a country-counting game, I found this: Virtual Tourist.

I got sick of entering cities after a while and one's like Corofin (or Dysert O'Dea) didn't seem to want to show up. But I'm at 17, following the ISO code rule... (so California doesn't count as a separate country to, say, New England).

What's Bruin...

Have we turned back the clock to some bizarro version of the 80s or something lately?

Well, a quick look at the Celtics will tell us probably not, anyway.

But the press are talking about the Bruins challenging for the Stanley Cup... now, I'd love to see it, because it'd mean I could finally see Patrice Bergeron (WBZ is great for hosting the live broadcasts, but I miss the visuals) and the new additions to the Bruins scoring prowess. But... I don't know... is this right? First the Patriots, winning the Superbowl (again), the Sox looking stacked, the Bruins on a tear... where does it end? What the hell is there going to be to complain about?

The New Season

[Not to slight the Bruins, whose two signings yesterday make them look very attractive, heading down the home stretch, but, well, look at the Boston press these days.]

So L's boss is a big Giants fan (I know, I know... there's no accounting for taste), and he has these killer season tickets --seats in the premium lower box. We got to see the Mets (oh man, oh man) play the Giants last year when we first arrived, because he couldn't make some certain game. A steroid-enhanced Bonds hit one out that night. ; ) Anyway, PacBell Park (or whatever it's called) is all right. It's not Fenway, but it's a hell of a lot better than the Oakland/Network Associates Coliseum and I think it's even nicer than the Skydome in Toronto (and better than the Braves stadium, if they haven't moved since 1992 or so, anyway)...

So L just stopped by my cube holding... wait for it... TWO TICKETS TO SEE THE SOX TAKE ON THE GIANTS IN JUNE!!!

WOOHOOOOOOOOO!! Hopefully it'll be Curt or Pedro... Or Tim... Or maybe Derek... Or, okay, if he's done flipping off the fans, maybe Kim (I like his sidewinder delivery, anyway).

Sane Update

Man, I've been busy today.

Three updates here, and, later tonight, Sane Magazine gets a long overdue facial.

The main issue, contact page, about page (oooh, new stuff), archives, fables, and... I think that might be it. They've all been updated to look good on almost all modern browsers, a little new content, and eleven years of dust swept under the carpet. So don't go poking around too much.

Drop me a line if you love it, hate it, or have any other sort of opinion on it.

Greens, Blues, and Black and Blue

Skied for the first time ever this weekend.

Being, previously, a non-skier, I couldn't really fathom the difference between blues, greens, and reds (black diamonds just sound inherently dangerous).

Well, on my second day skiing (the first was up at Squaw Valley, the second at Sugar Bowl) we decided, first run, to take on a blue.

Man.

Let me tell you this much: your second day skiing? Don't try any of the blues on Mount Disney at Sugar Bowl. Unless you're keen on sliding down the mountain on your back.

Still, once I got my feet I think I might have been able to take it... and then from there, well, there can't be too much difference between a blue and a red, can there?

Great Tinderbox tip

Great tip from the man, himself, on Tinderbox formatting:

Use something other than Geneva for your outline view font.

Optima looks really good.

You can set this on a document basis or app basis by going to the Edit menu and choosing either of those Preferences options (or the standard Mac OS X location for preferences, underneath the app menu). The preference you want is under the Maps tab, and this is how it looks on my weblog document:

Getting Close...

Well, I'm getting close, I believe.

It's been in the works since... well, late 1997 or so, and the road may finally be at an end. This weekend I'm shopping in San Francisco for a new agent to try and get God Coffee out the door.

It sucks that this has to be Valentine's weekend, but L's been good about it. More than good about it, she's been a saint. Don't tell her I said that, though.

This [http://supertart.com/personal/writing/] is what I've been doing all week. Well, that and work stuff.

You can download three old short stories, and I'll be throwing up the first three chapters of God Coffee later today.

So here's hoping, eh?

How to fix the National Hockey League

How do you get fans back watching the NHL?

I've seen a lot of articles and posts about this since being back in the country. Especially from one of the big hockey fans in the area.

What do I think? Dissolve all these new teams and go back to the original six: Boston, Montreal, Detroit, Toronto, the Rangers, and Chicago.

Okay, okay, maybe not.

I'm with Glen Murray, I think the defensive style of play will go out of fashion again, and we'll get back to exciting hockey again someday.

But, for the love of all that's holy and good could they stop opening up a new NHL franchise in every city that thinks they might want one? I'm still reeling from Gretzky going south to frigging Los Angeles, of all places... No offense to people from Los Angeles or, say, San Jose, but it's damn hard to get hooked on hockey without being able to play a game or two on open ice on the local pond...

Omniweb 5 Beta

The new Omniweb 5 Beta looks pretty good to me, so far (this is around 5 minutes in on both a Panther and a 10.2.8 machine). I like the workspaces functionality, and the ability to restore from snapshots you can take.

Staying on the mind-sprawl thread, tabs, well, they have tabs now. The implementation is all right. I never really found tabs all that useful, anyway, until I hit Safari's implementation. Now I can't get along without them. I think the big thing about Safari's implementation, for me, was that they didn't clutter the screen up too much. The Mozilla versions just seemed that little too clunky, they took up too much screen estate for my tastes. Or maybe I just never used them enough. With Omniweb's pass, I like that you don't need to have the preview of the website for a particular tab if you choose the 'list' view. Still, that drawer takes up a fair amount of space... and, hey! Wait a minute...

One thing I don't like is the change in the Bookmarks window... in that it's a window now. Always. Either the same one you're viewing websites in or a separate window that's spawned when you ask for Bookmarks. No option for it to be a drawer.

Even back in Openstep, when it was a window, your bookmarks were kept in a drawer-like container off to the side, from which was incredibly easy to drag in the next website in your morning browse. And when you were browsing it was unobtrusive, off to the side, your frequently checked bookmarks turning green when it found new content. Or, more often than not, your bookmarks going red when the site they resided on no longer existed, or was bouncing for some reason.

But they've changed the Bookmarks to look a little more like Safari... which is all right, for Safari, I suppose (still not a huge fan of my bookmarks overlapping the content I'm browsing - I guess it's down to that distrust of the web you got in the early 90's, when you'd print out pages as well as bookmark them, because you weren't entirely confident that was going to be there the next day)but I really like the way Omniweb used to do it.

One last comment on the Bookmarks: The smart groups sort of feature they've got going on looks interesting, anyway, adding an Unviewed Content, Unreachable, and Most Visited bookmark folders, in addition to some others.

Overall, I like it. It's pretty snappy, workspaces, again, seem like a nice idea implemented pretty well, the addition of tabs will probably make a lot of people happy. A couple things I'd like to see: more preferences around the behaviour of Workspaces. They're just another way of managing windows and the ever increasingly messy browsing experience (both good and bad messy), like tabs are, so why can't you have applications open new Workspaces? And I'm also assuming certain UI-funkiness (like the non-rounded URL textfield in the toolbar coupled with a rounded Google search field in the same tooolbar) will be sorted out once they go GM. And the tendency to hang, at least on my Panther machine, when I go away for a few minutes, I'm assuming is either a clever RSI-prevention device or something to be ironed out for the GM, as well.

Countries I've visited

Kind of fun little exercise; here's where I've been, the last few years:

[Updated, again because I think they changed the visited= string. And before I had forgotten Canada... how can you forget Canada?]

Superbowl Sunday...

So this is what I was missing, living in England while the Patriots were beating the Rams a few years ago...

(Thanks to boston.com for the borrowed pic...)

MVC is new?

This post, by Robert Scoble, is depressing.

Now, don't get me wrong, MVC is great. All programmers should be able to work with distinctly separated bits of logic. It makes life a lot easier.

As my old boss said to me when I joined the big fruit back in the UK: "You can't go back. You'll just never want to program in anything else again."

This system he's talking about, from Kinzan, it looks fine. But the thing that really bugs me is this line, from Robert:

Argh. What's this, then? Well, that's Interface Builder. Which has been around since the early NeXT days. And it's all dragging and dropping your UI. I could never be bothered with building a UI programmatically -- not the whole way. You can see it here, on Rhapsody, here, on OpenStep (for Windows), and, for good measure, one on NeXTStep.

There was no code generated (which is my personal pet peeve). Hell, for most demos you didn't even need to write any code. You just hooked it all up and away you went, a (mostly) fully functional TextEditor, the standard demo of any of us demo-monkeys.

And when you did do a more in-depth demo, or perhaps a little training, so you added a few IBOutlets and IBActions to the header file, no biggie. Most of the time you were just programmatically changing the contents of a textfield or two. Not a problem. And then you went back to IB and dragged outlets around. And my old boss is dead on right -- there is no going back once you've done it.

About time, I suppose, people are catching on. Just a shame it wasn't with NeXT or Apple...

Go Pats!

Wow, what a year this has been, back in the country and both the Sox and the Pats have gone on tears! (And the Bruins, despite the little hiccup in Ottawa the other day, are flying it... up 2-0 right now against NYR.)

Like megnut (image below borrowed from there), I'm anxiously awaiting, now, two weeks from now... bring on Carolina!

The really incredible thing is that yesterday, watching the snow fall in Foxborough, is that I was running around outside picking up the shorn off rose bush pieces L had left in shorts, sandals, and a tshirt... this California winter is rough, I tell you.

One last note, if you're a Boston sports fan, check out http://bostondirtdogs.com/.

Word Processors

God Coffee, I Miss You is ticking along now, after yet one more long hiatus, and I look like I might even finish it this time round. Which is handy, because I'm heading out to that agent meetup in the middle of February, in the hopes that I can, at long last, get someone to pick up God Coffee.

I've used a combination of Word, TextEdit, and Tinderbox on this novel (Time was written using Word and notes were kept either in Simpletext or other Word documents -- or Storyspace, when they appeared in Sane Magazine, and before Sane leapt out of Storyspace and into BBedit or vi.)

But this morning I found an excellent-looking potential replacement for Word: Mellel. It looks like an interesting application. Very snappy, looks nice, uses built-in Cocoa features like the spell checker and services and everything, so my muscle memory is pretty happy with it. I haven't yet used it at home, but if it can take advantage of the new text features in Panther and export Word documents, I might consider moving the next novel to Mellel.

I don't mind Word, but it's big, it's slow. Spellchecking is painful. Some of the autocomplete or autocorrect features of Word I find myself fighting against almost as often as they help. Saving often sometimes hangs for me (which is probably down to the slow hard drive more than the app... but still). At home, I'm on Panther, and I've considered switching over to TextEdit, which supports the .doc format, but TextEdit doesn't do headers and footers, or page numbers, so I've stuck with Word and more and more my notes go into Tinderbox.

But I plan on playing with Mellel, anyway. And $29 bucks isn't too bad for a Word processor.

Oh, and one more note, ZDNet/UK has a (very small) review of Word. I wasn't that impressed with the demo during the keynote last week (most of the interesting features were integrations with Entourage or other Office apps, which I generally don't use). The new notebook functionality looks a bit lame, really (why do people keep thinking making your document look like lined paper is something people want?). Besides, that's what Tinderbox is for. The only feature I might use, that was announced, is the ability to record audio notes... I've never ever worked that way, dictating my next article or clip of a chapter to anything, but it's the only thing I can think of that I might use from what I've seen.

Cam Neely Night

I only caught it on WBZ's internet feed, but the one defining image I have of Cam Neely is him rocking the absolute stuffing out of someone to the tune of "Black Betty". Bam-ba-lam!

That used to be Channel 38's theme song for the Bruins (possibly NESN, as well), man, I loved watching those guys play... it sucks because the only version of NHL '9x-'9x+1 I have access to now is '98, and I can no longer use Cam exclusively on the right wing to score, get the puck back, and win my fights.

My favourite Neely moment?

I think it was Derek Sanderson explaining how the '88 Canadiens were keeping the crease free from all traffic, you skate through the crease, and you were going to come out the other side looking like freshly squeezed orange juice - with no pulp. And not three seconds after complimenting them Cam goes running right through the middle and drills one home, taking out at leats one defenseman while he did it.

The best hockey player I've ever seen.

WBZ - Hockey Live

See? Major League Baseball should take a page from the NHL (no, not the potential strike next year): Live Game Broadcasts.

Bruins v Penguins right now... now I just need to wait for the Bruins to come to San Jose...

iSight tip for iBook users

Gave my sister (the baby in the family) an iSight for her birthday this holiday season. After installing Panther we got to the real goodie, which was the iSight... and it didn't show up. The little green light lit up, but no joy in the Video Preferences of iChatAV... digging around, we found out what happened: this was a 400mHz iBook. iChatAV and iSight required a 600mHz processor. Doh.

So I've been doing some digging, being the older brother responsible for the non-working gift.

Okay, so this is the way to use your iSight with the older iBooks :

You need to download this thing called iChatUSBCam. You can get a demo here: <http://www.ecamm.com/mac/ichatusbcam/iChatUSBCam.dmg>

There's a discussion about this on Apple's discussion boards: <http://discussions.info.apple.com/webx?13@207.VYe5a00cqsK.249682@.599c4afa/2> and <http://discussions.info.apple.com/WebX?13@@.599e94a9>

Once you've that installed you should be able to open the Video Preferences in iChat and see the video from the camera. It may be a little slow on your machine, but it works.

The software's around $9.95 right now, so if the demo works, you should definitely drop 'em the cash.

Mind Yourself (Holiday Mac buyers)

Before you place that order for your 7 new G5s, you might want to make sure the site you're buying off of isn't this one.

Over at MacSlash they go into the particulars, but I figured it was worthwhile throwing a heads-up here, too.

I wouldn't want to see anyone too disappointed when all that horsepower never arrives.

Oh come on, just go hit the Store, you know you want to.

Nomah

There's a really touching tribute to Nomar over on boston.com at the moment.

It'll be a real shame if he has to go...

The baseball offseason really is more interesting than the regular season.

AllConsuming.net

Found this today. which led to the thing you see on my sidebar now... yes... it's books!

This site looks like a lot of fun... brilliant idea and, so far, after a couple sporadic hours browsing around, logging in and so forth, it's very well-executed.

Nice job, guys.

Rock Star

By the way, that version of Rock Star in the latest iTunes TV commercial?

I'm almost certain it's the Jason Nevins remix, which is rubbished here.

Getting Someone Else to the Dirty Work

Chris has a very valid point.

Just because programming with AppKit and friends is a pure joy, a lot of people are claiming to have some proficiency in it, and trying to learn along the way.

Well, as easy as it is, there is the dreaded learning curve.

Now, for years I've hated that this term was applied to WebObjects, by the marketing and education teams, of all people. Since, well, I would guess 1998-9 that ceased to be entirely true for good old WO. Sure, in the early days it was true, because what the hell was an application server, anyway? But with the Java boys coming along to play, Vignette (*shiver*), AOLServer and more, the paradigm was a little more well-understood.

To take full advatange of WebObjects (and AppKit) involves a little more of a Model-View-Controller vibes than most app servers out there (who remembers in-template SQL with Vignette?), which I would argue isn't a learning curve, but a new mindset. You can write ugly apps in AppKit (and WO). I've seen a lot of them. This is one of the huge benefits of taking either Aaron's course or the official Apple-sanctioned ones; the trainers at Apple are absolutely top-notch, and if a Cocoa Development track is available in your neighbourhood (UK folks can look to Cassini Division), I highly recommend taking it.

You don't have to know it all, generally those first few days, when they go over MVC, will be enought to get you off and running with a copy of CocoaBrowser or AppKidDo or a similar application nearby, the Objective-C AppKit and Foundation references bookmarked in your bookmarks bar. Or go to Amazon (or a real, live bookstore) and pick up Aaron's Cocoa Programming for Mac OS X, Simpson and Garfinkel's venerable Building Cocoa Applications, or Scott Anguish's (et al) Cocoa Programming. Or all of them. Bill Cheeseman's Cocoa Recipes is also pretty good. They all contain little tips and tricks and handy hints for thinking about things in a more MVC sort of pattern. And whatever you're working on will then take you through the AddressBook frameworks, or Rendezvous, or maybe the new NSController stuff. But it's those first few days that so many people are lacking knowledge and experience in that are important in making really good AppKit apps, as opposed to applications that happen to link against the AppKit.framework.

Bramblestory

This looks like it could get interesting.

You can guess where I headed first...

Glaaargh

You didn't want to believe it could happen again.

Gaaaaaaaaargh, for Red Sox Nation.

Hell Froze Over

Cool, it's here.

Now everyone gets to play.

Tuesday, Game Five

One quick note: whoever runs mlb.com (and I can't check right now, because their sites are flooded) is an idiot (collective idiot, for one or more people responsible for today).

Don't you think they might have taken into account that today's Sox game is on during working hours, and that more people would tune in to the web gameday pages than the television?

Stupid, stupid, stupid...

NDAs

James Duncan Davidson has a little rant about people violating (at least the spirit of) NDAs.

I can understand Aaron's point of view, and often, when working on as-yet-unreleased software you sort of, like, forget, you know, that what you've got is only in the hands of a privileged few (or many, depending on whether or not a copy has made it on to BitTorrent). Or you just want to show off.

I agree with James, though, this sort of thing is happening way too often these days. I get a lot of mail from people asking for source for other projects I work on from seeds that probably really don't belong in those people's hands. And I can't help but feel it's just the age of these kids now coming up as developers that helps contribute to it.

Before I let that sit too long, what I mean is: The developers working now, the 1x-ers, they grew up with the internet and the free flow of information you expect after looking up news on the BBC (no TV license fee, no handing over change for the paper). If high schools today are anything like colleges when I went, most of your software is free, whether or not the developer/distributor knows anything about that we used to get most of our software off the Gopher servers at Stanford or Michigan or somewhere. You start to forget that all software isn't free, and you start believing Richard Stallman a little too much, and then you wind up coming home with long hair and what's probably a goatee/full-on beard. In fact, it was an attitude that stayed with a lot of us until only recently... perhaps becoming a developer of software people pay for and working for a company that does pretty well off its' own software sales changes that perspective.

That attitude (the old one, not the new 'corporatised' one I seem to have picked up somewhere along the line) might lead people to believe that they're just giving out information on something everyone should have already. Which is fine... just don't be too surprised if companies start cutting you off from developer seeds and stuff like that. And then you won't be able to brag any more, will you?

Good 1, Evil 0

I love the headline on boston.com/sports right now:

Go Sox!

Game 5 in Oakland... whew.