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"One of these days I'm going to have to take the Number 5 bus uptown. It's been 30 years since I left the neighborhood." --conversation between two little old ladies overheard in "one of those triangular little parks at Bleecker Street and Sixth Avenue"--one block west of Bleecker and Macdougal--by a caller to Leonard Lopate's WNYC talk show, 30 June 2005
Having read Thoreau
at an impressionable age,
I favor foot and pedal power
horsepower by land,
over stinkpot, unless the task at hand is graphical
interface over one that's menu'd (and thus xyWrite
Borland Sprint despite Sprint's superior user
programming arrangement), and xyWrite 3
over xyDos 4. While my heart
may belong to the lategreat
DRI and leanmean
software, trying to do graphical work without a gui
is a stretch and Windows
apps are indispensable.
Windows apps don't have to be bloatware,
and even Windows itself
can be reduced to a thimbleful (as guis go).
When a gui
is needed, a nonIBM/MS/Netscape
solution often excels. BeOS--an OS I never used--draws
the most jaw-dropping
effects from everyday hardware I've seen since
shows back in Commodore days (both are known for
their ultraefficient use of hardware resources).
Wouldn't you know, Be dropped development of
the desktop OS and, with
the sale to Palm, the company as well is
just a memory, which must have sent
a chill down the spine of
the Amiga startup du jour at the time. In
an MS economy, falling in love with a genuinely
innovative OS pretty much guarantees a broken heart.
But maybe Amiga really will reemerge this time.
<25 April 2003: I've long since made my peace
with the dos-based Windows releases--I liked
win95 at first sight and can't imagine life
without Adobe software--but won't try to update
those years-old remarks otherwise. ...>
(If you're in or near NYC, here are some
organizations that sound like they can
your obsolete PC to good use.)
Granted, to invoke H.D.'s name in the present context is sacrilege of the highest order. Guess I didn't read him quite early enough. I find myself drawn instinctively again and again to low-tech, not no-tech, solutions. (25 August 2001: Robert Cringely offers do-it-yourself broadband instructions. ... The Baltimore Sun reports a satellite designed to relay messages worldwide between people carrying hand-held global positioning radios, set to be launched into orbit along with Athena 1 on Sept. 17: Annapolis middies built the satellite with Radio Shack and hobby shop parts for $50,000 after budget request.)
If you're a downdown type and find yourself far from the city of class grimly humming "I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough" over and over and over, Simon's webcam, focused on the fabled corner of Bleecker and Macdougal (ex-San Remo, ex-authentic Figaro, ex-[Martin and] Neil) could either drive you 'round the bend or restore your equilibrium. When people used to laugh about Villagers who got nosebleeds north of 14th Street, Al Koblen, then manager of the (real) Figaro and later co-owner of the equally legendary Lion's Head, scoffed: He and Figaro regulars got nosebleeds north of 3rd Street (a block above Bleecker unless you count Minetta Lane). The impact on the way we are now of the cultural ferment stewing at or within a block or two of that intersection in the 1950s and '60s can hardly be overstated. (Incidentally, neither the ex-Remo or present-day "Figaro" is within the perspective of the webcam--or of the snaps here of the building where it presumably resides. Also for the record, Freddie Neil has joined many others who made that time and place resonate, on the farthest shore of the other side of this life.) When you visit any of the numerous nearby bars, coffee houses, or whatnot, bring your wifi notebook. A bigtime thank you to Simon for his double generosity (click image left) in single-handedly transporting Bleecker and Macdougal wirelessly (as node #52), and the streetcorner tableau in real time visually (I love it), to--of all places--the 21st century. Never move, Simon! --adpf, 14 July 2003
Who says a high-tech ocean-racing yacht has to be an ugly, soulless trimaran? Commissioned in the late '90s by the highest-profile multibillionaire businessman you never heard of, the German Frers ketch Rebecca occasionally lays over for a few days at a downtown Manhattan boat basin. Classic lines and a high-performance rig are joined in 140-plus feet of perfect grace. <see 25 October 2001 note above>
This site is best viewed with a browser--any browser. The call is rightly yours, not the www author's. I hope all browsers render the site intelligibly, but I admit to not caring enough to install bloatware to find out. It's coherent in the slick alternatives I use. If your browser isn't w3c-compliant (as my alternatives, Opera and lynx, are), protest to the developer.
Special thanks for help above and beyond the call here and itrw
to Rod Bicknell, Stephen Morse, Daniel Say, and <sigh> in perpetuity to John Parente.
|adpFisher nyc 31 march 2013|