Anyway, my first impression is that Chrome is pretty dang snappy. The UI looks more or less at home on Vista in a way that the Chrome-influenced changes to the UI of the Safari 3.0 Beta did not on OS X. Most of those changes, Apple took out before Safari 3.0 went gold. I missed their functionality but I didn't miss the way they munged the Apple UI interface. I'm not certain why the same things don't bug me on Windows. Part of it is probably because I think Google's interface was thought out better. But perhaps part of it is that I have two 17+ LCD screens at work while at home I use a 12" PowerBook.
But it sure is snappy. Did I mention that yet? It makes my browsing on my 2.27Ghz Core Duo with 2GB of RAM almost as fast as at home where I use a 1Ghz PPC with 1.25GB of RAM.
The NY Times had a fascinating (and long) article on the assumed life of Radovan Karadzic. The interplay between the alternative medicine industry and latent fascism fascinate me. (And of course there is no small amount of precedent there. Just Google for the Gospel of Truth.) But the end of the article is really amazing. Do we hope that this vicious man really has turned a new leaf or do we want him to burn in hell?
`Do you believe a man can change?' he asked me plaintively. Then he said: `Karadzic is Karadzic. He lived before Dragan Dabic. My claim is that they are the same person in a life-and-death struggle.' As Kojic sees it, Karadzic’s trial at The Hague, set to start in September, is much more than a war-crimes prosecution; it is the internal battle of a divided man. `If Dabic defeats Karadzic, he has some chance not only to turn around his life but to reveal to many other people the possibility of transformation from bad to good,' Kojic said. But `if Dabic loses that battle, God will turn his back on him.'
The ending will be like an epic sung on the gusle, yet not of the traditional genre — more surrealist. The ending, Kojic said, will turn on the `testimony of a man whom many say never existed or that of another man whom everybody says used the first one as a mask.' He went on: `There will be other characters in the story, but those two are the protagonists, and they are fighting for their lives.'
If you still have a cassette player, you should buy this tape.
You learn all sorts of things on NPR. For example, I learned that one of David Bowie's children, moved to Ohio, earned a BA in philosophy and then did grad work at Vanderbuilt before moving back to the UK to get into the film biz. His first feature film Moon got him an invite from NASA for a screening at a lecture series at the space center.
I was also taken with the recent approach taken by Rowan Williams over the developing schism in the Anglican Communion. The bit that that surprised me about the article was a sound bit from the `liberal' side, that ``it was disappointing that Archbishop Williams had debated the inclusion of gays and lesbians from `solely a political or rights-based' rather than a theological perspective.'' I should probably read Archbishop Williams communique before opening my big, fat mouth but it seems to me that it would be odd that the archbishop would do that. He has all the tools he needs in his philosophical and theological toolbox in order to address the issue. Although, in most recent interviews and articles I've read by him, he seems to have become much more reticent to address the heart of this particular matter since he took the see of Canterbury under his bishopric.
Amusingly, David Brooks re-imagines PD James' Children of Men. Well, not really. Really, he re-imagines some other guy re-imagining the basic scenario of James' book. It's really an interesting question, what happens when there is no future, when the existing generation is the last one?
Over the weekend, my wife and I watched The Shoe Fairy with our daughters. I was pretty impressed over all. Although I'm a bit mystified by the number of allusions to western fairy tales. Major plot points are driven by allusions to Saint Xupery's The Little Prince and Andersen's The Little Matchgirl and The Little Mermaid. Minor bits here and there alluded to Baum's Wizard of Oz books and quite a bit else. So many, in fact, I bet I missed most of them. Which kind of leads me to wonder if someone who grew up in the western milieu missed so much, how much someone that grew up in Asia will find them.
But of course, it could very well be that the film wasn't made for Asians. Perhaps, like Tarkovsky during the Soviet Era, the film was made predominantly for western audiences. On the other hand, it is true that Hong Kong does have a westernized heritage of sorts, having been a British protectorate for so long.
Neverthess, I found the film to be endearing without being saccharine. It was very much a morality play and a children's film. There was some very good use of color slightly reminiscent of Hero.
Speaking of shoes, my shoes are dying. Almost exactly a year ago, I took them to the shoe shop to fix an exploded seam. The guy who fixed them told me up front that he didn't know how long the repair would last. It lasted about a year. Now, the same seam is starting to explode again.
As mentioned before, I found a very nice pair of shoes at a local secondhand store and discovered the first time that I wore them that the soles were not as firmly attached as one would like in a pair of shoes designed to be walked in upon this earth. As fate would have it, I tried gluing the soles back on this past weekend. I wore them on Sunday. They were the most comfortable shoes I've ever stood through the liturgy in. But by Sunday evening, my repair job had failed. The soles began to fall off again. I think I may give up on them and just shoot for new shoes.
I ended last week at 171 and started this week at 173. Of course that's may very well be due to taking only one day off for the weekend, the result of shifting my exercise program by one day last week.
I think I need to start drinking more in the mornings. With the heat of summer upon us, I've been sweating enough make my shirt and shorts reach their point of saturation. All last week, I found myself getting dizzy towards the end of my time spent on the weight machines. One morning this week, I tried drinking an extra glass of water and had no dizziness. But it was also cooler that morning than it has been for a while. Calories may also be the culprit. I'm getting to the point where something more nutrititive than a single glass of orange juice is called for before I start running and such.
Complete sets of shoulder presses remain elusive. I've now added an additional ten pound plate to all the machines save for the machine I do shoulder presses on. That one additional plate makes the whole routine much more difficult. By the end, I'm struggling. Struggling is good. Boy, are my shoulders sore.
For 9 of the past 10 days, I've spilled coffee on myself. The one day I didn't, I dropped the guts of a burrito on one of my favorite ties. Fortunately, cold water does wonders at preventing permanent stains if applied quickly enough. I was especially impressed at the way it took the red left by Taco Bell's fire sauce off a cream bit of tie.
The most disturbing incident was while walking to the bus stop. My shoulder bag slipped. The unexpected weight on my forearm caused me to jerk my arm sharply upward. My sharply upwards jerk caused some of the liquid in my coffee cup to go flying through the air and land upon the head and shoulders of a lady walking across the street at the same time. She looked none too pleased. I apologized. She was not mollified.
In a case that recalls the tightrope blacks walk with police, the NY Times has some pretty good analysis of the tawdry Professor Gates and Officer Crowley Affair . Personally, I think the problem less racism per se than color in the US has long been (and still is) a visual cue to economic status. The most interesting thing to me about the snafu is the apparent contradiction in some conservative circles. It's funny to see people who argue that government can't do anything right argue that, in this one case, the government used its coercive force correctly.
But I also think the most interesting thing about the whole incident isn't getting mentioned often. Similar incidents have happened to me, the neighbors noticed me or one of my friends entering my house in an unusual fashion due to keys being lost or forgotten. The police never got involved. They just came over to the house and knocked on the door and something like the following exchange would occur.
`I saw someone climb in your back window.'
``That would be me, I lost my keys.''
``Guilty as charged.''
Admittedly, I've also lived in places where the neighbors weren't so friendly. But even in some of those places, I've been given unsolicted, but welcome advice, ``Hey, I noticed so and so eyeing your tool box and he's a mean little punk. You might want to store it in your basement rather than your garage.'' But I think it notable that Mr. Gates didn't know any of his neighbors and none of his neighbors thought to come knock on the door to see if police should be called. They played a bit of the 911 tape on the radio. The caller stated right up front that she didn't know if the person entering the house lived there or not and that there were suitcases.
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