Best. Firefox. Extensions. Ever.

Save session, clone window. Ahhh.

Other New York stuff

I've been wondering about the origin of New York's grid. Of course, Wikipedia had the answer. Speaking of wikipedia, it was weird to be reading Wired and come across my name (article eventually here).

I keep running past the weird museum made of shipping containers. Now I know what it's all about.

Goodbye, Gates!

I went and said goodbye to The Gates today. I didn't bring my camera this time. (Which doesn't mean I didn't wish I had it with me. The possessive, disruptive lust is unrelenting.) The place was packed. What else could bring so many people to the Park in winter? I think the Times had it right when it said that it was like everyone was a dignitary on parade. I overheard a few people trying to understand the profit angle (there isn't any). Ah, capitalists. The whole thing is very democratic: it's free, it brings everybody out. I think the iPod is sort of the paid version of this: even insanely rich superstars own iPods (and Sidekicks, apparently ;-) ) because they're hip and best-of-breed, but they're cheap enough that average people can get them and feel connected with folks who are otherwise distant.

Best Gates parody: duh, The Crackers.

I arrived at The Gates by walking up 10th Ave, after discovering that the galleries at 25th and 26th are closed on Sundays. 10th Ave is an adventure in itself. It features unMahatthanlike gas stations, a drive-through McDonald's, rail yards, parking lots. I saw a massive postal truck manuever into a dock with fewer corrections than it takes me to park in an angled spot. ;-) There's also a hideous windowless AT&T equipment building (which has a twin downtown).

All sorts of other exciting things have been going on that I've neglected to write about. Learning to ski, getting better at ice skating, improving marginally at basketball, accidentally running 7 miles, eating at Artisanal and Restaraunt Saul, watching Bend it Like Beckham and Closer, friends getting engaged, finishing Peace War and slogging through The Brothers Karamazov, America's Next Top Model, the family on Wife Swap that lived in a bus.

Passage I've meaning to copy out of Brothers K., of ironic sky-is-falling lonely bowling relevance:

For everyone now strives most of all to separate his person, wishing to experience the fullness of life within himself, and yet what comes of his efforts is not the fullness of life but full suicide, for instead of the fullness of self-definition, they fall into complete isolation. For all men in our age are separated into units, each seeks seclusion in his own hole, each withdraws from the others, hides himself, and hides what he has, and ends by pushing himself away from people and pushing people away from himself. He accumulates wealth in solitude, thinking: how strong, how secue I am now; and does not see, madman as he is, that the more he accumulates, the more he sinks into suicidal impotence. For he is accustomed to relying only on himself, he has separated his unit from the whole, he has accustomed his soul to not believing in people's help, in people or mankind, and now only trembles les his money and acquired privileges persish. Everywhere now the human mind has begun laughably not to understand that a
man's true security lies not in his own solitary effort, but in the general wholeness of humanity.

Cool find: Jonathan Sanfran Foer reading his first chapter.

Another cheap Google plug

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