Thursday, March 08, 2001

Back by popular demand, my dog.
Kozmo is down too, by god. Now this one hurts... in lieu of getting actual downloads of video (imagine if you will being able to browse 60,000 titles going back to the dawn of film; television shows, commercials, documentaries or whatever you like all a click away, delivered to your home in ten minutes. That will be great... Napster is only the beginning, a "kite-and-key" test that proves demand) I use Kozmo all the time. They have a very good selection of indy, classic and foreign films and they're delivered here in an hour. It's a bit like using Babbage's difference engine to add up a bar tab, but so be it. Anyway, the server has crashed:

We're Sorry.
There is a problem with our servers and we are in the process of fixing it. We will have the problem fixed as soon as possible.

In the meantime, you can:


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Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.



Sigh. I guess I have to fucking READ tonight or something!
Well, blogger is really sucking lately. I've been trying to post for three days and am getting an error which states that there is no FTP stream available. Maybe they should make this a p to p thing or something. Either that or allow us to download the app so we can no be so reliant on their slow-ass overcrowded servers! Hey?

Tuesday, March 06, 2001

I was playing poker last night (wore my lucky hat and lost, but it had more to do with the way I was playing than anything else; Hemingway had a fast rule of raise or fold and if you follow that rule you will fold most of the time but you will generally win when you stay in... I didn't play that way and got boned) with a new player Chris brought with him, a young feller named Steve who is a high-end pre-press wizard with such clients as Cosmopolitan and National Geographic and who specializes in huge images, sometimes six gigs or more. We got into a depressing talk about why the Internet economy has failed. He was of the opinion that the entire thing was dependent on the over 50 crowd and that they didn't want convenience. I, on the other hand, blame the failure on the fact that the Internet needs computers to survive and most people just don't want to fuck with computers. They are scared of them because they always are crashing and making users feel powerless and stupid. Until online shopping is as simple as ordering from a catalog it will an also-ran, I say. A subject for much debate. Gave me shitty dreams, though.

I finished The Ogre too, and ending a good book always leaves me feeling a bit empty. It's a brilliant, multi-layered work which has gone deep into my thoughts of late.

Monday, March 05, 2001

We just got back from visiting my parents in Tucson. I grew up there, you see, and my family has been there since the nineteenth century in the same house. The house deserves special mention; built by my great-grandfather as a wedding present in 1898, it has been central to my family ever since. To me it was my grandmother's house, a warm and welcoming haven which saved my life on more than one occasion. I have always loved the place, so much that I had to leave and move to the Northwest. That was 1993. Though I've been back a couple times, this was the first trip where I felt that I'd made peace with it and felt the love return to me. We sat in the big old kitchen and laughed and talked and ate. Haley and I duplicated a pose struck by my just-wed grandparents in 1928, standing under a rose-festooned arch in the garden, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. It was marvelous.

It's odd when you go and look at your past like that. It gives you interesting dreams.

And it's spring. I can't forget that.