On Saturday afternoon we went on one of those touristy walks we sometimes take, walking along the length of the National Mall from Capitol to Lincoln Memorial. While strolling down the Reflecting Pool Promenade, we spied this sleeping goose standing on one foot atop … something in the green, green water:
There’s those shades again, with a transitional half-shuttered version, this time spotted on a table at the Eastern Market flea market on Capitol Hill. Amee tells me they’re a Kanye West thing, from his “Stronger” video. Yesterday at Gallery Place we saw a girl wearing these shutter shades and a shirt with a picture of the same shades on them. Seriously.
Here are a few detail photos from “Now Thrive the Armorers,” an exhibit of historical European weapons and armor from the 15th to 17th Centuries at the Folger Shakespeare Library, all snapped before the guard yelled that photography isn’t allowed in the Great Hall. Oops, sorry about that.
I’ve lately been messing around with Second Life, Linden Labs’ buzz-generating, sometimes notorious, 3-D world. I had first tried it on my G3 iBook and older desktop PC, but it never got farther than the first load screen before crashing. (Flonkerton and Hidalgo run it better, though still a bit jerkily when lots of “prims” have been “rezzed.”)
The experience so far has been both fascinating and frustrating. Conceptually it sounds wonderful: provide a free and open scriptable 3-D environment with public and private spaces, unencumbered by the requirements of structured narrative or points-and-levels systems, thus freeing users to make what they will of their virtual space. Visual and conceptual art, role-playing, chat, conference, music, dancing, costumes, battle, terrorism, and various forms of simulated sexual activity (in which I have of course refrained from engaging) are all possible, given people, tools, scripts, virtual land, and Linden dollars (the local currency).
The result is a mixed landscape of strange 3D art, garish commerce, and gatherings of avatars in various shapes and costumes. Much of the world is like a vast, deserted museum of Dadaist architecture — deserted, but for conglomerations of green dots on the map, usually welcome locations where casual users appear immediately upon login, and, not bothering to move from the teleport hub, simply use the world as a glorified 3D chat room, whose art and commerce serve mainly to provide extra avatar bling. You can tell I’m not too fond of hanging around those chatty hubs. Rather, on some days, I like to walk over to the nearest roadside sandbox, rez a car or bus or plane or spaceship, and drive/fly around the mainland to gawk at things.
I say “on some days” because the world often suffers from lag: slow loading of land, objects, and textures due to heavy user activity. Second Life doesn’t handle high bandwidth traffic too well (and neither does my DSL connection), and it’s almost a regular occurrence that I find myself travelling faster than the world can load around me, such that I must pause in my movement to wait for land and trees and buildings and people to pop into existence, first as featureless gray polygons, then shapes with blurry details, and eventually actual objects and avatars with textures and colors on them (or black-on-white “Missing Image” placeholder textures) — and that’s with draw distance and detail set to their lowest. Add to this the constant banging into red-outlined parcels due to entry restrictions, or “expired region handoffs” caused by botched transitions between servers handling adjacent land areas, and the experience of the virtual world can get annoying very fast — or slow, depending on how you look at it.
Despite these drawbacks, Second Life has proven its usefulness and entertainment value on more than one geeky occasion. I spent Yuri’s Night hanging around the party at Extropia, chatting about spaceflight tech and history and examining their Soyuz and lunar rover replicas. While the Phoenix Lander was descending to Mars, I visited JPL’s Explorer Island to watch the landing event, joining a crowd of other avatars to watch an animated 3D model of Phoenix play out the landing process while JPL representative avatar “Jet Burns” answered questions from the audience. In both cases there was a sense of immediacy, immersiveness, and community exceeding the experience of text and images on a web forum or chat room.
Building and scripting add another layer of participatory interactivity to the world: users can create basic shapes (“prims,” short for “primitives”), texture them, assemble them into objects, script behaviors, attach objects to various parts of one’s body, and share or sell objects to others. LSL (Linden Scripting Language) serves well, but is very much an event-oriented language with a steep learning curve — to me, anyway. It helps that multiple scripts and even other objects and media can be dropped into an object’s “Contents,” making modular scripting and packaging a quick drag-and-drop affair when the materials are available. (I suppose one could consider that “object-oriented” scripting.)
So one could say I’ve been getting into this pretty heavily, though I haven’t yet gone so far as to exchange actual money for Linden Dollars (you can “camp” for free money at various freebie sims who pay you a pittance to boost their traffic numbers), nor have I paid to rent property from a landowner. I have been hanging around sandboxes working on dwellings, vehicles, weapons, and other fun stuff.
Want to find me there? Well to add some mystery to these proceedings I’m not telling you my Second Life avatar name. I’m constantly changing my avatar’s appearance and even gender; you’ll have to come hunting for me if you want to find out who I am over there. There are clues in the snapshots in this entry. (It’s not ‘Brownpau.’ I did claim it as a first name and modify the avatar to look like me, but that’s not the avatar I regularly use.)
(Oh, hey, I managed to write this whole post without making a joke about having a “First Life.” Hurrah for avoiding the low-hanging fruit.)
VLC for video playback, and I also upgraded QuickTime to Pro for the extra features.
Second Life runs okay on Leopard with the Intel GMA X3100 integrated video but I have experienced more than a few crashes on exit.
Just two custom dashboard widgets in addition to what was already installed: iStatPro for insightful system monitoring, and SlothCam for a quick look at the outside.
I haven’t tried many free non-tilt games yet, but MicroBop and Armagetron have been pretty fun.
Graphics-wise, much to my dismay, my old licensed copy of Photoshop 7 does not work on Leopard, so I guess I’ll have to save up for a new copy of CS3. Or is Pixelmator any good?
Anything else I should be getting? I especially want to try more Sudden Motion Sensor apps. (And don’t say Bubblegym. Man, that was an annoying one.)
The market for MacBook cases seems a lot more focused on sleeves which require you to slide out your MacBook to use it. (Theory: Bigger market for people who want to show off their MacBooks but keep them protected when not in use?) I had a tougher time finding decent folding cases which wrap around the MacBook and let you work without separating MacBook from cover. (I know about Speck covers but I wanted something soft and cushiony.) Here are some of the soft folding cases I considered:
In the end I got an Isis Dei “Roach” case, which had a nice, natural-looking woven hemp lining surrounding a 5mm memory foam cover. (Apparently “roach” is pothead slang for makeshift tongs used to hold shortened burning marijuana joints. I guess the idea is that the MacBook is case is the container which delivers a hot, addictive, mind-altering agent which needs something to hold it? I don’t know; being a total square, I have never smoked any such recreational pharmaceuticals. Update: Thanks to Scully for the correct definition.) For your amusement and information, I’ve made a video review of the Isis Dei case:
This comes a bit late, as Amy just uploaded it, but here’s a photo she took of me trying on an Apollo spacesuit glove, courtesy Ron Woods of NASA back during the 2008 Folklife Festival. It was a very hot glove, and had been sitting around a NASA storage facility for decades before being rolled out for hundreds of sweaty kids and adults to try on. But hey, this was as close as I’ve gotten to being an astronaut. So far.
Update: For those of you asking what the stuff on my shirt is, it’s Bhutanese dumpling sauce.
Through years of apartment living, we’ve watched relatively little television — just LOST, The Office, Battlestar Galactica, and the occasional Simpsons/Seinfeld rerun, really — so we’ve been satisfied to not have cable, sticking with just bunny ears, DVDs, and the internet; especially the internet. Services like Joost, Miro, Hulu, and various networks’ online episode viewers have all but obviated our need for regular broadcast TV — provided we’re willing to wait an extra day (or week, or months) for [non-pirated] online versions of episodes to hit the web or DVD.
Given this, I’m not sure why I went and got us a subscription to a Comcast cable plan earlier this year. Perhaps I was tired of adjusting the bunny ears in our alley-facing living room to pick up a snowy episode of LOST on nights when we preferred not to wait for a web version. Perhaps I was concerned about the DTV transition and the bother of getting a digital converter box and finding it unsuited to the task of picking up video from what little signal we get. Or maybe I just wanted an “existing subscriber” promo price on a cable internet connection because our current DSL plan was just not working out.
In any case (okay, I admit, it was the latter case, though we haven’t availed of that yet), we now get cable TV. We hardly watch anything besides the aforementioned shows, however, and in these between-seasons days when we try watching other stuff, nothing much beyond news and documentaries catches our interest — and even many of the documentaries seem a bit too condescending and entry-level for our taste.
Paradoxically, after getting cable, I threw out the TV set. So how are we watching TV then, you ask? Well, first I hooked up the coaxial cable to the VHS (yeah, I still use videocassettes, can you say “NO DRM?”), hooked the composite A/V from that to a generic TV Tuner Box along with the VGA from the computer, then passed that through to the monitor, which faces the couch. So the desktop computer does double-duty as workstation and TV. And for times when the TV is running but a computer is also needed, that’s what MacBooks are for. (There’s also PiP but it’s not a great solution.)
So there’s our entertainment setup. I’m still not entirely sold on cable TV; I might cancel that and just stick with the internet for our entertainment needs, but that depends on how well we receive digital broadcast signals after Feb 2009, and how this ISP meters bandwidth.
Anyway, basic cable is just $15/month, and with cable internet added on ends up costing not much more than what we’re currently paying for DSL, so maybe it can stay, if only for news and weather. And documentaries. And maybe an occasional indulgence in HGTV or Food Network. And really bad B-movies on SciFi. And there’s always at least two channels playing Law and Order at any given moment. And ooooh, COPS is on TruTV…
Here is Pandora sleeping with her head under the couch. (Same couch as was assembled here.) You’ll notice from the top view that her shape is very rectangular, as opposed to the oval form she takes when in a chair.
Amy and I spent the weekend up in the NJ/NYC area, shopping for clothes and picnicking in Clinton on Saturday, and bussing up to New York after church on Sunday. We met up with Marc and Kate for dim sum in Chinatown, and originally had planned to check out the MoMA or Guggenheim, but having not much time in the day, instead walked around the Avenue of the Americas Association Festival on 6th Ave between 56th and 42nd Streets. Some pics from the trip:
TJ Maxx will give you a free bottle of water if their cashiers don’t bombard you with store discount credit card offers! Because the one thing you most want to weasel out of a retailer is free bottled water.
Subway turnstiles, A/C/E line. The gates are closed, but the turnstile card swipes are still on. The price of inattentiveness is $2. I paid dearly.
I spotted this Tagalog text on a market awning in Chinatown. “Karne-pagkain dagat isda” translates directly as “Meat-food sea fish” AND MAKES NO SENSE.
After we abandoned plans to visit MoMA or the Guggenheim, we saw this street festival on 6th Ave. It went on and on forever; we entered at 56th Street and walked down as far as 43rd Street and didn’t see the end of it. There were gyro/souvlaki stands at every corner, and the same vendors of jewelry, handbags, and sunglasses, on every block, mixed with other exotic sellers. Highlight of the afternoon for me was the discovery of a spice vendor with sichuan peppercorns. I bought 7 grams for a future preparation of ma po tofu.
What is the point of these? There is no point. These sunglasses defy all explanation and good sense.
More in this photoset, including a short New York movie cobbled together from quick, shaky videos shot from my SD1000. Nothing particularly awesome about it other than that it’s my first production made with iMovie ’08 on my MacBook.