I realized i biffed the static target on the branch, so the branch builds still don't have spellcheck. Sigh. I'll fix it when I get back to virginia (yay XCode 2.0 and Mofo not upgrading our tinderboxen).
I'm digging this macBook Pro, or as some have called it, a "cookbook pro". This thing gets hot hot hot, even sitting on a desk doing nothing. I can smell it. It also sometimes takes about a minute to wake from sleep....sometimes. And it whines like hell when the 2nd processor idles. But it's fast. Fast fast fast. Fast fast. Fast. Really fast. It's a great development box, especially on the road.
There are tons of E90s in the bay area (duh) but the majority of them are 325s. Come on people. Pony up for the real deal. I almost never see an E90 in VA when I'm driving around, but here they're on every street corner.
Ben's new M45 is a yacht. A really really big yacht. Thar she blows!
My Chevy Cobalt rental has....wait for it.....manual windows. The kind with the hand crank. On a new car. Who knew?
I landed the osx spellcheck stuff on the branch and turned it on for Camino on both the trunk and branch. Unless I messed something up, today's nightly builds should have it enabled for multi-line textareas as part of the default prefs. This week I hope to get the context menu for suggestions hooked up.
Off to Cali for the week where I'll buy mento a few long-overdue drinks.
Hell's Kitchen is back on (gotta love every bleeped out minute), and if you get the Fox Reality network, check out Solitary. Very interesting. World Cup baby!!!!
I got to ride a Segway for about 4 hours this past weekend. Wow, what an awesome invention. It's so natural and "just works". If i actually had a use for it (riding around my community doesn't count), I'd buy one in a second. Would be worth every penny.
Crap, i just spilled wine on my couch.
I sold my Celica this weekend, and got an incredible deal on it. Still makes me sad to let it go. I had it for six years and it never cost me a dime in repairs. I never even got to say goodbye...
Amo and I went to New Orleans last week for the 3day weekend. Neither of us had ever been there, so we weren't really sure what to expect, but she was already going there for a conference so we figured why not just stay the weekend?
My first experience with the city wasn't a great one. First off, the airport smells like piss. What a great welcome. Also, it looks like it was state of the art in 1977 and hasn't been touched since. I could take a cab to the B&B for $30 or a shuttle for $13. Being cheap as dirt, I decided to take the shuttle. Of course, what they don't tell you is that the ticket you buy up front is non-refundable, and the wait (told to me as she's handing me my receipt) was 45 minutes. Shit. So I get in line behind the entire UCLA women's volleyball team (I'm not kidding, there was a tournament there that weekend) and figure I'll make the best of it. As soon as I get in line, the entire team goes and stands in a line by itself and there are only about 5 people in front of me. Wow, I guess maybe it won't be so bad. Wrong. 1 hour later the next shuttle arrives. Already pissed off from waiting an hour (yeah, I know...), I expect a reasonably quick cab ride. Then I discover that everyone else is in the French Quarter, and I'm uptown in the Garden District. Not that big of a deal, but the driver doesn't seem to care that I'm the closest drop off and decides to drop me off last. That's another hour down the drain. Two fucking hours from the time I paid my $ at the counter, I get to the B&B, which is really nice. I was exhausted and dead to the world, hating the entire city.
A quick cabride (the trollys are mostly non-operational due to some storm or something) to the French Quarter (of which I'd already gotten a nice tour, courtesy of my shuttle driver) and we were at a wonderful little restaurant called Muriels. Despite looking high-class, they let us in in jeans and treated us to the most unbelievable food we'd ever tasted. Maybe it was that I hadn't eaten more than a 2oz bag of pretzels in the last 8 hours, but I was in heaven. I almost didn't want to leave.
Bourbon St. really is exactly what you see on Cops, only there are fewer people since Katrina. Yes, I saw boobies, and even got thrown some beads (I kept my shirt on). It's one continuous stretch of bars, strip clubs, bars, bars, cafes, bars and strip clubs. Every place has live music (well maybe not the strip clubs) and the cover is generally only one drink, if they even have one. Everything is open to the street so you can see in before you go in (again, except the strip clubs). The crowd is generally 20-something and everyone is carrying a to-go cup. They're totally legal in NO and you don't want to be caught dead without a drink in your hand when you're walking around. The drinks are really cheap, you can get wasted on a budget (we sure did) and there's plenty of good talent (and boobies) to keep you occupied as you waste the hours meandering from place to place.
Now I must mention the smell. The French Quarter smells something god-awful. The cops ride horses as well, so add horse poo to that stench and you've got yourself a winner. I'm not sure if it's the storm, or just the way the city smells, but holy jesus learn to breathe through your mouth. That is, if you're not too afraid to open your mouth....
Over the next few days we did a little walking tour of the Garden District where we were staying, walked along the Mississippi, and toured the French Quarter by day and by night. There is a lot to do even with many things still being closed. If you don't spend most of your time eating, drinking, and sleeping it off, you're doing something wrong. The food is fucking incredible. Let me say that again. Fucking incredible. If you like cajun or seafood or shellfish, this is the place for you. We went to a place called Acme Oyster House where we got a dozen, fresh gigantic oysters, shucked in front of us, for about the price of a pint of microbrew beer here. They were incredible. Jambalaya, gumbo, blackened fish, you name it. It's there, it's relatively inexpensive, and it's all sooo good. The local microbrew, Abita, is worth trying as well, but it tastes better on draft than from the bottle. If you're down there, try a Pims Cup. To die for.
There is an air of sadness everywhere, though. It's obvious the town is still recovering from the storms last summer. Every $3 t-shirt on every street corner has some witty saying about the mayor and FEMA, or how Katrina gives great blowjobs, but that only spreads a thin cover over the abandoned houses and buildings and FEMA trailers that are visible everywhere. Maybe it's a good thing, because it wasn't so crowded and we were able to get seated at places that locals say they've never eaten at because the lines are too long. The city needs tourists back to keep going, I'm glad we were able to do our part.
The great thing we observed about both the Garden District and the FQ was that it felt like we were in a foreign country. When you looked around, you saw no McDonalds, Starbucks, or strip malls. The architecture is so strikingly different from most other cities, it was like being whisked away to a foreign land where everyone spoke english and took dollars. You could go the entire day without realizing you were still in the USA.
Would I go again? You bet. Take a cab from the airport, breathe through your mouth, and bring your drinking pants with the elastic wasteband.