My dear sweet wife with our oddball cat Little Guy.
July 15, 2005
July 14, 2005
Nancy Pelosi
About two weeks ago I got an e-mail from Doreen saying that we were invited to a book signing for Alexandra Pelosi. Her letter said “You should Google this woman -- she is Nancy Pelosi's daughter. Let me know if you want to come with me.” So I did. It turns out that she is the daughter of Nancy Pelosi, the minority leader of the House of Representatives.
Alexandra is on a book tour for her new book Sneaking Into the Flying Circus : How the Media Turn Our Presidential Campaigns into Freak Shows. She was on the Democrat’s presidential campaign bus in the last presidential election. Previously, she had done a movie about GWBush’s campaign in 2000. She followed him with a hand help camera. It is supposed to be good.
The event was this evening, and the weather has been horrible in Houston. I was reluctantly dragged out of our nice safe home to a nice house in one of the ritzier neighborhoods in town. I was convinced that we were going to be swamped with rain, but luckily I was wrong.
So we get to the house, and a couple of bodyguards are in the street blocking it almost completely. I was not amused. We finally made it inside, and Doreen started chatting with friends. I had a beer.
Soon, Nancy Pelosi herself interrupted our group and was duly introduced to us. Wow Nancy Pelosi! One of the most powerful Democrats in the US, one of the most powerful people I have ever met face to face! She was saying that her daughter’s plane was delayed, and she wanted to get started.
So she gathered the crowd (about 20 people) and started telling some anecdotes about her daughter writing the book. She admitted that she now has to avoid some of her fellow democrats in the house because of some of the stories (evidently the book pulls no punches)
The talk, naturally enough, gravitates to politics. Tom Delay and Karl Rove are covered. I ask my question, (I always feel compelled to ask questions at these things) which was whether or not she would support non-partisan redistricting boards for the entire House of Representatives. She fumbled some, but said that if all the legal requirements (voting rights act, etc) are upheld, she would support it.
I had a chance as we were leaving to discuss this one on one with her. I asked her how many seats she believed were competitive in the House. She said that only (only!) 75% were safe. She said that the press exaggerates. I will go to The Economist (my favorite) claims only 29 of the 435 house seats are competitive. That is shy under 7%. I told her that if I could make my opinion know about one thing in our system it would be this. We’ll see if it makes any difference.
Alexandra is on a book tour for her new book Sneaking Into the Flying Circus : How the Media Turn Our Presidential Campaigns into Freak Shows. She was on the Democrat’s presidential campaign bus in the last presidential election. Previously, she had done a movie about GWBush’s campaign in 2000. She followed him with a hand help camera. It is supposed to be good.
The event was this evening, and the weather has been horrible in Houston. I was reluctantly dragged out of our nice safe home to a nice house in one of the ritzier neighborhoods in town. I was convinced that we were going to be swamped with rain, but luckily I was wrong.
So we get to the house, and a couple of bodyguards are in the street blocking it almost completely. I was not amused. We finally made it inside, and Doreen started chatting with friends. I had a beer.
Soon, Nancy Pelosi herself interrupted our group and was duly introduced to us. Wow Nancy Pelosi! One of the most powerful Democrats in the US, one of the most powerful people I have ever met face to face! She was saying that her daughter’s plane was delayed, and she wanted to get started.
So she gathered the crowd (about 20 people) and started telling some anecdotes about her daughter writing the book. She admitted that she now has to avoid some of her fellow democrats in the house because of some of the stories (evidently the book pulls no punches)
The talk, naturally enough, gravitates to politics. Tom Delay and Karl Rove are covered. I ask my question, (I always feel compelled to ask questions at these things) which was whether or not she would support non-partisan redistricting boards for the entire House of Representatives. She fumbled some, but said that if all the legal requirements (voting rights act, etc) are upheld, she would support it.
I had a chance as we were leaving to discuss this one on one with her. I asked her how many seats she believed were competitive in the House. She said that only (only!) 75% were safe. She said that the press exaggerates. I will go to The Economist (my favorite) claims only 29 of the 435 house seats are competitive. That is shy under 7%. I told her that if I could make my opinion know about one thing in our system it would be this. We’ll see if it makes any difference.
July 12, 2005
Fortune Cookie
I got a fortune cookie the other day that said:
You are a fun-loving person, and you will find much happiness.
That about sums it up.
You are a fun-loving person, and you will find much happiness.
That about sums it up.
July 11, 2005
July 7, 2005
Dogs have feelings
We have a dog. A nice, mixed breed, brown dog. She is about 50 pounds, and is a brindle color. We love the dog, she loves us.
But she doesn’t like everyone. And she doesn’t dislike everyone, either. We have a yard with a white picket fence, so passers-by can interact with the dog rather easily. Some people she likes, and will run up and down the fence line with them wagging her tail.
Others, however, she hates. She tries to bite them, she tries to dig out of the fence so that she can get them. It is scary to see. Sometimes we run into these people when we walk her (and we walk very early – usually between 5:30 and 6:00 AM). She hates them then, too. So it is not merely fence aggression.
Why? What does she know that we don’t? Some of the people she hates almost seem normal. (well almost)
Generally, I trust her judgment. She has never hurt anyone either on our property or off. We even had our bikes stolen out of our garage when she was home, outside, and as far as we know, she had no interaction with the thief.
The New Yorker: The Talk of the Town
Not sure how long this link will work, but it is pretty good:
The New Yorker: The Talk of the Town
Hard to believe, but I feel sorry for Russell Crowe!
The New Yorker: The Talk of the Town
Hard to believe, but I feel sorry for Russell Crowe!
July 6, 2005
Seven Six Five
Today is my birthday. I am 48 years old. The cool thing about my birthday this year is that it is 7/6/05 – you know, Seven Six Five. Well, I think it’s cool.
My lovely and talented wife came home for lunch, and took me to eat lunch at the Original New Orlean’s Po Boy on Main street just south of Alabama. I had eaten there many years ago, and remember their food to be great. I would call it a road house or something like that.
The building is sitting pretty much all by itself in the middle of a huge parking lot. The building is painted yellow, and you can see the “shadow” of a little guy in a top hat on its sign. The guy has been painted over.
You walk into the place and are met with a long, long tray table. There is a friendly employee waiting for you to make up your mind about what you want. They have great hamburgers, but we were there for the oyster po-boys. They are the best in the cityt
These po-boys are made in front of your eyes. The oysters are not fried until you place your order, and they are fried soft – not into rock hard little dried nubbins. These are crunchy and juicy, with real oyster flavor bursting out at ever bite. The sandwiches are then dressed with tomato and lettuce, and just the right amount of tartar sauce. Add a couple of dashes of Tabasco, and it is po-boy heaven.
Coupled with crinkly fries and a glass of Ice Tea, it was the perfect birthday lunch.
My lovely and talented wife came home for lunch, and took me to eat lunch at the Original New Orlean’s Po Boy on Main street just south of Alabama. I had eaten there many years ago, and remember their food to be great. I would call it a road house or something like that.
The building is sitting pretty much all by itself in the middle of a huge parking lot. The building is painted yellow, and you can see the “shadow” of a little guy in a top hat on its sign. The guy has been painted over.
You walk into the place and are met with a long, long tray table. There is a friendly employee waiting for you to make up your mind about what you want. They have great hamburgers, but we were there for the oyster po-boys. They are the best in the cityt
These po-boys are made in front of your eyes. The oysters are not fried until you place your order, and they are fried soft – not into rock hard little dried nubbins. These are crunchy and juicy, with real oyster flavor bursting out at ever bite. The sandwiches are then dressed with tomato and lettuce, and just the right amount of tartar sauce. Add a couple of dashes of Tabasco, and it is po-boy heaven.
Coupled with crinkly fries and a glass of Ice Tea, it was the perfect birthday lunch.
July 5, 2005
Do you know who I am???
What is it about celebrity that turns adults into head bobbing, screaming teenagers?
I was at a party the other night to watch the fireworks for the 4th of July. They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there. At one point in the evening a woman comes in whom I had met before briefly. I was introduced again, and as I was about to say, “I think we’ve met” she just couldn’t wait to blurt out “Ralph and Deborah Blumenthal are here! Well, I don’t know if they are HERE here, but they are here in the building! I saw their names in the guest register!”
Now, I know who Ralph Blumenthal is. He is a reporter for the New York Times. I have not heard of his wife, but she evidently writes children’s books. This woman was going NUTS because this fellow was in the SAME BUILDING as we were. I mean, really. She was a professional who owns her own business, and was going crazy over a reporter?
So why do people do that? Are they looking to make some money off the celebrity? Gain some credibility? Learn something?
One of the things I find most annoying on the radio is interviews with musicians and artists. I find them mostly boring and tedious. I figure if you want to know what a musician wants to say, listen to their music! If you want to know what an artist has to say, look at their art! If you want to know what a writer has to say, read what they have written! There is no reason to listen to Pete Seegar prattle on about how he came to write If I Had a Hammer. Or what Bruce Springsteen was thinking about when he went on tour the last time.
But this stuff sells, so I guess we are all voyeurs at heart. I just wish I knew why.
I was at a party the other night to watch the fireworks for the 4th of July. They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there. At one point in the evening a woman comes in whom I had met before briefly. I was introduced again, and as I was about to say, “I think we’ve met” she just couldn’t wait to blurt out “Ralph and Deborah Blumenthal are here! Well, I don’t know if they are HERE here, but they are here in the building! I saw their names in the guest register!”
Now, I know who Ralph Blumenthal is. He is a reporter for the New York Times. I have not heard of his wife, but she evidently writes children’s books. This woman was going NUTS because this fellow was in the SAME BUILDING as we were. I mean, really. She was a professional who owns her own business, and was going crazy over a reporter?
So why do people do that? Are they looking to make some money off the celebrity? Gain some credibility? Learn something?
One of the things I find most annoying on the radio is interviews with musicians and artists. I find them mostly boring and tedious. I figure if you want to know what a musician wants to say, listen to their music! If you want to know what an artist has to say, look at their art! If you want to know what a writer has to say, read what they have written! There is no reason to listen to Pete Seegar prattle on about how he came to write If I Had a Hammer. Or what Bruce Springsteen was thinking about when he went on tour the last time.
But this stuff sells, so I guess we are all voyeurs at heart. I just wish I knew why.
June 30, 2005
Food and Wine
I like to have a glass of wine every now and then. It relaxes my mind, and it is an enjoyable experience from almost all perspectives. Over the past couple of years, I have started buying more and better wine. This is a problem sometimes. Why? Well, one thing is that in Houston, it is hard to keep your house at the ideal “Cellar Temperature” all year round. That is 55 degrees F. If your house is much warmer than that, the wine ages poorly, or can even go bad. Not overnight, of course, but over the course of a year or two.
So I bought a wine cooler. No, not a Bartles and James, but a EuroCave. Which meant, of course, that I had to get better wine to justify that expense. Then it was hard to keep track of the wines I bought, so I had to find some way to record my wines. So I found Cellar Tracker. That way I could record my wines, my impressions of my wines, and read about other people and their wines. Now this sound suspiciously as if it becoming a hobby. I don’t do hobbies.
So what does this all mean? I tend to couple it with my enjoyment of cooking and eating. In my opinion, it is impossible to enjoy a great meal without a wonderful bottle of wine to accompany it. When I cook, I try to cook around the wine that I want to have that night. When I eat out at restaurants, I tend to select the wine before the food.
When we travel, our best time is when we find a little out of the way place to eat with a nice local wine. I am not a snob when it comes to food or to wine. What I object to is a homogenized or dumbed down cuisine. For example: The food on the Plaza in Vera Cruz is great. The same in San Miguel de Allende is overpriced and sad. The difference is this: In Vera Cruz, they are catering to their friends. In SMdA, they are catering to tourists or gringos.
Not that you can’t get good food that when you are being catered to. But when I think of great meals I have had, I can think of places like Lima, Peru. Milan, Italy. Beijing, China. Not tourist Meccas (of course, give me a great meal in Paris (scroll to the bottom) and I will die happy) but cities with a genuine population of people who love to eat. Mexico City. Singapore.
So I eat. I drink. And I write.
So I bought a wine cooler. No, not a Bartles and James, but a EuroCave. Which meant, of course, that I had to get better wine to justify that expense. Then it was hard to keep track of the wines I bought, so I had to find some way to record my wines. So I found Cellar Tracker. That way I could record my wines, my impressions of my wines, and read about other people and their wines. Now this sound suspiciously as if it becoming a hobby. I don’t do hobbies.
So what does this all mean? I tend to couple it with my enjoyment of cooking and eating. In my opinion, it is impossible to enjoy a great meal without a wonderful bottle of wine to accompany it. When I cook, I try to cook around the wine that I want to have that night. When I eat out at restaurants, I tend to select the wine before the food.
When we travel, our best time is when we find a little out of the way place to eat with a nice local wine. I am not a snob when it comes to food or to wine. What I object to is a homogenized or dumbed down cuisine. For example: The food on the Plaza in Vera Cruz is great. The same in San Miguel de Allende is overpriced and sad. The difference is this: In Vera Cruz, they are catering to their friends. In SMdA, they are catering to tourists or gringos.
Not that you can’t get good food that when you are being catered to. But when I think of great meals I have had, I can think of places like Lima, Peru. Milan, Italy. Beijing, China. Not tourist Meccas (of course, give me a great meal in Paris (scroll to the bottom) and I will die happy) but cities with a genuine population of people who love to eat. Mexico City. Singapore.
So I eat. I drink. And I write.
June 28, 2005
June 8, 2005
Digital Cameras
I have a digital camera. Actually, we have seven in the house if you count the cell phones (3) attachments to a handheld Dell, and the legacy camera with which we took all our photos a couple of years ago when we ran away from home. People are always asking me about what camera to buy. The answer is: Get what you want. Attached is a link to an interesting article in the NYTimes about how to use your camera:
The New York Times > Technology > Circuits > Less Cursing, Better Pictures: 10 Suggestions
Remember, you need to register for the NYTimes
The New York Times > Technology > Circuits > Less Cursing, Better Pictures: 10 Suggestions
Remember, you need to register for the NYTimes
June 7, 2005
Dolphins use sponges as tools
This is cool. It seems like the definition of "sapian" will have to be redefined:
CNN.com - Researchers: Dolphins use sponges as tools - Jun 6, 2005: "
CNN.com - Researchers: Dolphins use sponges as tools - Jun 6, 2005: "
June 6, 2005
BBS: The Documentary
Since I used computers in the early days, ie Pre-World Wide Web, I am quite familiar with the old BBS or Bulletin Board Systems of early dial up computing. Evidently, someone has written and filmed a FIVE HOUR documentary about these early days of computer communications:
BBS: The Documentary
I will write more about BBSs - I was very active in several of them when I got my first Mac in 1984.
BBS: The Documentary
I will write more about BBSs - I was very active in several of them when I got my first Mac in 1984.
June 5, 2005
Housing and Houston
My younger sister just bought a house. I know that if you live in most large cities in this country, that can be a trying experience. In Houston, it is never that bad. She bought a house, a nice 1700 square foot house, seven minutes from her office. AND she works in the Houston Medical Center! It was a good deal, not outrageously priced, and will be a great place for her to live. Below is a picture of her son Quinn. I think he will be 16 this fall.
June 4, 2005
Amazon.com: Books: The Penguin Classics Library Complete Collection
So here is an interesting thing that Amazon is now offering:
Amazon.com: Books: The Penguin Classics Library Complete Collection
Is this just what it seems like? 1,082 titles? Wow. I wonder how many of these books I already have.
Amazon.com: Books: The Penguin Classics Library Complete Collection
Is this just what it seems like? 1,082 titles? Wow. I wonder how many of these books I already have.
A Celebratory Splash for an Enigmatic Figure - New York Times
Link to a story about Cy Twombly in the New York Times (remember - registration needed)
Love him or hate him, he is an important figure in 20th century art.
A Celebratory Splash for an Enigmatic Figure - New York Times
THIS is a link to the Cy Twombly Gallery in Houston.
If you are anywhere near Houston during the next month, you should stop and see this stuff. I am not fond of it myself, but Doreen loves him. We have other friends and neighbors who love him as well
Love him or hate him, he is an important figure in 20th century art.
A Celebratory Splash for an Enigmatic Figure - New York Times
THIS is a link to the Cy Twombly Gallery in Houston.
If you are anywhere near Houston during the next month, you should stop and see this stuff. I am not fond of it myself, but Doreen loves him. We have other friends and neighbors who love him as well
June 3, 2005
Traffic
One of the things that I love to talk about in Houston is traffic. (NO, not Traffic, the band – you know The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys, but that does bring up an interesting aside. I live in Peru for a summer when I was 18 years old – and one of the very few English language albums I had was this Traffic one. I also had The White Album by The Beatles. SO if I ever hear While My Guitar Gently Weeps I am immediately transported back to San Juan, Peru – where I was working six days a week for S/.100 per day) and what I can’t figure out about Houston traffic is “Where are all those people going? Why don’t they just stay home?”
More later.
More later.
A Race to the Top - New York Times
Another editorial from the NYTimes - this time from Friedman, regarding Europe and the world.
A Race to the Top - New York Times
A Race to the Top - New York Times
June 2, 2005
We Eat Our Young
Not many people can say that there were present at the beginning of an entire industry. Or perhaps more importantly, not many people when they are in the middle of the invention of a new industry KNOW that it is the beginning of a new industry.
I will readily admit that while I was there, I did not really recognize the truly mind altering aspects of what I was living through.
I am talking, of course, of the PC revolution. As I have mentioned earlier in this monolog, I have been in the software business for a very long time. When it started, it was all mainframes and dumb terminals. The company I was with at the time would ultimately have its legs cut out from under it by PCs, but none of us really realized that was going to happen.
Moving from dumb terminals to PCs seemed harmless enough until you did the math. We would g et about $10,000 a month from a good client in our timesharing business. We would sell the software we used (think of it as a very specialized, very complicated spreadsheet) for $10,000 + 15% annual maintenance. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that we were eating our young.
And yet, the company survives to this day.
It happened in the midst of a bust and a boom. The bust was the oil industry, with hundreds of thousands of people losing their jobs, at the same time that the start of the PC boom was taking root. Many were swept up with both sides. I was one.
I will save the sad and happy, sorry and lucky tales for later, but the facts of the matter was that the seeds of the oil bust were sewn in the computer boom.
But that is a story for another time.
I will readily admit that while I was there, I did not really recognize the truly mind altering aspects of what I was living through.
I am talking, of course, of the PC revolution. As I have mentioned earlier in this monolog, I have been in the software business for a very long time. When it started, it was all mainframes and dumb terminals. The company I was with at the time would ultimately have its legs cut out from under it by PCs, but none of us really realized that was going to happen.
Moving from dumb terminals to PCs seemed harmless enough until you did the math. We would g et about $10,000 a month from a good client in our timesharing business. We would sell the software we used (think of it as a very specialized, very complicated spreadsheet) for $10,000 + 15% annual maintenance. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that we were eating our young.
And yet, the company survives to this day.
It happened in the midst of a bust and a boom. The bust was the oil industry, with hundreds of thousands of people losing their jobs, at the same time that the start of the PC boom was taking root. Many were swept up with both sides. I was one.
I will save the sad and happy, sorry and lucky tales for later, but the facts of the matter was that the seeds of the oil bust were sewn in the computer boom.
But that is a story for another time.
Fear and Rejection - New York Times
This is a pretty good editorial by David Brooks from the New York Times. You will have to register at the NYTimes site if you haven't already done so. They are claiming that they will start charging for content like this in the future. I wonder if that will stick - it didn't for Slate. It seems to for Salon
Fear and Rejection - New York Times: "The Western European standard of living is about a third lower than the American standard of living, and it's "
Fear and Rejection - New York Times: "The Western European standard of living is about a third lower than the American standard of living, and it's "
May 31, 2005
May 28, 2005
New Camera, New Photos
I got a new digital camera not too long ago. I also bought a 1 GByte compact flash card to go with it. That means that with high resolution, I can have over 1,000 images on the camera at a time. I am a picture taking fool!
February 25, 2005
DOG SUPPLY, Pet meds, Pet medication, Pet medicine at Equine-Mega-Store online pet supply store
Some of y'all with dogs know that you cannot buy heartworm pills without an annual trip to the vet.
If you are SURE your dog is not infested, buy them below. I do not have a financial interest in this concern:
DOG SUPPLY, Pet meds, Pet medication, Pet medicine at Equine-Mega-Store online pet supply store
Don't blame me if your dog dies. This is all on your shoulders. I recommend you go to your vet.
If you are SURE your dog is not infested, buy them below. I do not have a financial interest in this concern:
DOG SUPPLY, Pet meds, Pet medication, Pet medicine at Equine-Mega-Store online pet supply store
Don't blame me if your dog dies. This is all on your shoulders. I recommend you go to your vet.
Where do we come from, where do we go, where do we come from, Cotton Eyed Joe?
I have worked in the computer industry for a long time. The first time I worked for a software company was in 1982 (yes, 1982) I was working in technical support for a company that timeshared a DEC 2060. We had all sorts of computer and communications equipment, as most (well, all) of our clients were remote. I started just as we were retiring the old acoustic coupler modems (300 Baud. Think BPS, but just a tad bit different) to a blinding last 1200 baud dial up modem. I think that my sister still has my old rack mounted modem that I used from home. But more from that later.
You remember the old acoustic coupling modems. You dialed (dialing was perfectly ok, I mean with a rotary dial) a seven digit number (remember those?) and hope it was not busy. Since we didn’t even have roll over lines, the client had to keep a list of all the phone numbers that we had leased, and keep dialing until they got an answer. Once you heard the ring, you waited for the data tone. Now, this is not that jivey tone you hear today, but really just straight static. I was able to get the phone to connect by whistling when I was in a good mood. But really what you were supposed to do was put the hand set you remember those? They had a speaker on one side and a mouthpiece on the other. The acoustic coupler would just translate the sounds to the phone line, which was connected to a modem (Which stands for MOdulator, DEModulator, by the way. So there is really no such thing as a Cable Modem or a DSL modem. Call ‘em routers, don’t call ‘em modems.) on the other side of the line. That was our side. We then connected it to the DEC, which ran the TOPS operating system. Oddly similar to MS/DOS – go figure.
We then charged the clients by three things – disk storage, CPU time, and Connect time. Connect time was easy, and so was storage. Anyone could figure that out. CPU, on the other hand, was more “flexible”. It could be tweaked to provide a more “accurate” number that the clients would be charged for. I believed that helped with revenue more than one month. Of course, remember, I was just a customer support rep…
Ah, but then we move up to the 1200 baud (which I believe were really 1200 BPS) modems. What a great thing! You didn’t have to worry about the rubber cups. You dials the number, and now when you heard the tone (the 1200 baud tone, which was a different number than the 300 baud number) you simply flipped the “Voice/Data” switch. Much nicer.
The great thing about 1200 baud is that you can read that fast – easily. The 300 baud modem is like listening to a five year old read. A 1200 baud modem is like reading subtitles. The first painfully slow, the second comfortable for understanding. It would be years before 2400 baud came out.
That’s a start.
You remember the old acoustic coupling modems. You dialed (dialing was perfectly ok, I mean with a rotary dial) a seven digit number (remember those?) and hope it was not busy. Since we didn’t even have roll over lines, the client had to keep a list of all the phone numbers that we had leased, and keep dialing until they got an answer. Once you heard the ring, you waited for the data tone. Now, this is not that jivey tone you hear today, but really just straight static. I was able to get the phone to connect by whistling when I was in a good mood. But really what you were supposed to do was put the hand set you remember those? They had a speaker on one side and a mouthpiece on the other. The acoustic coupler would just translate the sounds to the phone line, which was connected to a modem (Which stands for MOdulator, DEModulator, by the way. So there is really no such thing as a Cable Modem or a DSL modem. Call ‘em routers, don’t call ‘em modems.) on the other side of the line. That was our side. We then connected it to the DEC, which ran the TOPS operating system. Oddly similar to MS/DOS – go figure.
We then charged the clients by three things – disk storage, CPU time, and Connect time. Connect time was easy, and so was storage. Anyone could figure that out. CPU, on the other hand, was more “flexible”. It could be tweaked to provide a more “accurate” number that the clients would be charged for. I believed that helped with revenue more than one month. Of course, remember, I was just a customer support rep…
Ah, but then we move up to the 1200 baud (which I believe were really 1200 BPS) modems. What a great thing! You didn’t have to worry about the rubber cups. You dials the number, and now when you heard the tone (the 1200 baud tone, which was a different number than the 300 baud number) you simply flipped the “Voice/Data” switch. Much nicer.
The great thing about 1200 baud is that you can read that fast – easily. The 300 baud modem is like listening to a five year old read. A 1200 baud modem is like reading subtitles. The first painfully slow, the second comfortable for understanding. It would be years before 2400 baud came out.
That’s a start.
February 24, 2005
"I'm not drinking any %^&$# Merlot!"
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/02/24/WIGOVBD2LU1.DTL
Maybe you should drink some Merlot, because the Pinot Noir is about to become overpriced and over produced.
Maybe you should drink some Merlot, because the Pinot Noir is about to become overpriced and over produced.
The Gates and More
Here is my take on Christo and Jean-CLaude's gates:
http://www.geocities.com/piettewtnet/NYC/NYC.htm
I loved 'em!
http://www.geocities.com/piettewtnet/NYC/NYC.htm
I loved 'em!
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