Adam Engst announces the end of Info-Mac in today’s Tidbits. Over ten yeas ago, Info-Mac was the best place to get the most interesting shareware, freeware, and demos online for the mac, and provided a crystal-clear glimpse into a future where much software was free and disposable bits and shiny things ruled the eye of the online magpie. One hopes the archives were preserved in time such that future cybarcheologists can sift the bits for clues and treasure.
Hogler gun
FINAL SCORE.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: I concur, the best of the films to date. I fear it may be a high water mark. Better than any of the books I’ve thus far read, richer and more convincing.
New clutch: installed, snappy, and quite different in feel from the other one.
Holiday, work, and move exhaustion: quite powerful.
Sightless
The previews at the movie theater were missing any picture at all for well over ten minutes. As far as I can tell, not one person arose to register a complaint.
Snofall
later, Viv and I are eating dinner at that Thai place in the big downtown mall, Pacific Place, waiting for the car to be ready, when the PA annoinces the indoor snowfall feature.
Apparently (and I can confirm this) the mall hosts these artificial snow displays during the holiday shopping season.
It’s like a scene from a 1980s dystopian comic book or from, specifically, Harlan Ellison’s A boy and his Dog. At the same time, I assure you, it’s pretty neat to look at. Unfortunately, it does not reproduce well on cell phone camera.
Evil clutches
this morning as I topped Capitol Hill on my way to pick up Karel and Tod, my clutch finally gave up the ghost at the corner of Mercer and Federal.
After some cell phone scrambling, I brought the car to berth in a quick turnaround transmission shop downtown. The car should be ready tonight.
UPDATE: All toold, this will be something along the lines of an $800 commute. Yesterday I was joking with Viv about buying a 1980’s Volvo we saw on Aurora for $575. Maybe I’m not joking so much now.
Last meal
Viv and I are driving the last load from our apartment to the house as I thumb this into the Treo.
I loaded the car with fragile things, paper sculptures and the like before our final meal as Capitol Hill residents, at the reliably delicious, and reliably overpriced, Coastal Kitchen.
We picked up a few replacements for things gone AWOL in the move (scissors and scotch tape and the like) on 15th before we got in the car to head north.
Once we started driving, without thinking, Viv adjusted her seat, audibly crushing part of a paper four foot scale model of the Space Needle I’d carefully stowed behind the driver’s seat. I didn’t flip out, I’m happy to report. But that accident is a perfect metaphor for my dissatisfaction with the move and the house.
The Seattle I built for myself in dreams has been crushed. I don’t feel connected to this new phase of my life by desire or joy, only obligation and economic realities that I can never control. Life out past the end of the sidewalks was exactly what I had as a child, and I hated it, and I hate it still.
UPDATE: Upon unloading the car, the Needle and the damage done turned out to be, unsurprisingly, mostly in my imagination. I retain the right to excercise that gloomy entity.
UPDATE THE SECOND: Burn ban cancelled, there’s a fire in the hearth. Finally.
Adios
Today’s the day we move the rest of the stuff. We rent the truck in about an hour.
more of a spoon swirl than a tempest
Chez Slog, Charles Mudede notes a recent SIFFblog post.
Burn, baby, burn
As a new homeowner with a fireplace, I have need to know the URL of a Burn Ban status page. I wonder if someone’s scraped an RSS feed of this together, as I’m itching to gaze into the embers.
Baum
I surprised Viv with a Christmas tree this evening, telling her I was running back to the apartment to shift another load.