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Friday, June 30, 2000 In a few minutes, I'm heading down to Washington, D.C. I will be returning on Monday. I don't know if I'll write here over the weekend, probably not. I'm going to see the Dalai Lama and walk in protest (for freeing Tibet) past the Chinese Embassy. There will also be a big festival of Tibetan Art & Culture. I'm hoping to learn a bunch, try some new food and take many pictures. Have a good weekend folks. There is a "natural" trend in the use of processors as they get faster and cheaper. Over time, more of the processor is dedicated to the enhancement of the user experience. In the early days of computing, most of the effort was spent on the utility of a program, the actual calculations, storage and retrieval of data. Now most is spent on the communication of and interaction with what is calculated, stored and retrieved, or the usability of a program. This trend swings the pendulum from people (at that time mostly programmers) adjusting their behavior for the computer to the computers adjusting their behavior for people (e.g. John and Jane Doehickey). That is a very good thing. Thursday, June 29, 2000 Now this is a webcam. I met Ana of Anacam at SXSW 2000. An entertaining character she is and now you can see her in full live motion. There are many articles online trying to provide a convincing argument for usability testing. Bruce "Tog" Tognazzini has written one of the better ones. Compared to The Patriot, Braveheart was much better. There were too many parallels: fighting for freedom against the evil British King, the hero is inspired by the death of a family member and Mel Gibson is leading the army as a psycho killer. The Patriot was too long, Braveheart was just right. I think Mel Gibson should be banned from playing any such roles because they will all pale in comparison to Braveheart. I was a buffalo wing fiend in college. I discovered them during finals freshman year. I never ate them before that. I've basically stopped after I graduated. Eating wings was one of those collegiate habits. After sitting for three somewhat long hours watching The Patriot, my mind was living in the times of the revolutionary war. My mind was enchanted by the chivalry, the war-time romances and fighting to the death for the principles of liberty and freedom. I was rudely awakened when I heard two guys swearing while peeing in the urinals. Wednesday, June 28, 2000 Some of you were amused by the little animated image of Michelle The men are coming out. Apparently, I'm not the only guy who wears perfume. Others do it knowingly. Alina reports that her friend in Singapore wears Acqua di Gio. Kevin admits that he too sports that scent. In fact, he was wearing it the day he read about me wearing it. I knew there was a reason I liked him. Kevin says when it came out years ago it was marketed to men in GQ and Details. Since then, they have released a men's version. Now, I feel even less embrassed, although I know there have been quite a few laughs out there. Elan wears perfume, nah nah na na nah... When lacking experience we look for simple hard and fast rules or principles to understand another person or his work. We copy from our view of the world and paste it right on someone else. Leo Robert Klein discusses this phenomenon in Web Design and Sin (via zeldmam.com). His says we are all amateurs and we shouldn't be criticizing each other's work, especially until we've done something similar. Tuesday, June 27, 2000 After an interview in NYC today, I rushed to get back to the bus station. I got there about ten minutes before the next bus was leaving, so I got something quick to eat. I didn't eat quick enough, though, and missed the bus. While waiting for the bus that leaves an hour later, I bowled two games at the bus station's bowling alley. Then I raced some cars in the arcade. Fun!!! I need to be a kid more often. Thousands of songs at $1 each and free singing lessons at eatsleepmusic.com. What else do you need at an online karaoke destination? According to the front page of the site, not only can you can sing along with Britney Spears, but you can sing patriotic tunes, too. Great, now we've equated Britney with the Star Spangled Banner. Soccer players = sex animals (courtesy of Alina) Jakob Nielsen is charging some hefty prices: Website usability review: $30,000If you want to hire me, I can do the same for 1/10th the price. Although, I don't think I'm 1/10th the man he is. We're about the same shortness. Really though, you should pay me 1/10th the price because I don't own and wear a bright yellow shirt like he does. Monday, June 26, 2000 Elan: I got a free Tibet decal today. Amir: Is that a new band? I signed up for AOL's free membership about a month ago when I was having trouble getting online through my ISP. I canceled my AOL membership a week ago and since then AOL called me three times to get me back or offer me a free copy of AOL for Dummies. Why exactly would I cancel if I wanted to get back online with them and why would I need the book, too? Looks like AOL is turning into a long distance carrier. I have seen a lot of people wearing Billabong shirts recently. But, I've never seen anybody wearing a shirt with this logo. In the last 30 days, some people have reached elan.org by searching for the following at search engines:
Sunday, June 25, 2000
Acqua di Gio by Georgio Armani is my preferred cologne. I bought my first bottle duty-free in the Singapore airport over two years ago. I enjoyed it the second I smelled it. I have three simple requirements for the cologne I wear. The cologne should be subtle, I must like it and the women I interact with must like it. I don’t remember exactly who was with me or how I knew, but that cologne met my criteria. I’ve been wearing it on and off for the past two years and recently bought a new bottle. I have gotten quite a few compliments on it. Well, my friend Michelle Michelle: "It’s perfume." Elan: "No, it’s cologne." Michelle: "No. I used to wear it, it’s perfume." Elan: "Well, I bought it in the men’s section of the store." Michelle: "They must have been confused." Elan: "Okay, when in doubt, research it on the Internet." We researched and found this. Shit! She was right. I have been wearing perfume for the last two years and no one had a clue. I feel like I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. The perfume meets my cologne criteria. Besides, it doesn’t say "for women" on the bottle. Like anything fashionable, you have to be "in the know." Fashion and style are difficult, on purpose. It would have been easy to say for men or women, but why? There needs to be a way to separate the men from the boys or in this case the men from the women. Saturday, June 24, 2000 Here are some quick highlights from last night's celebration of Jean Barmash's 23rd birthday party:
The night started at Jean's apartment and ended at the ritualistic Land and Sea diner. The last two pictures were taken by Amir, who used my camera, but knows how to use it better since I copied him and got one just like his. The ashtray in my car is too small. It can hold about three of four crushed tissues. The ashtray isn't big enough to store the typical trash I want like receipts, food wrappers and tissues unless I empty it once a week. I wonder if the designers imposed their own values here. They probably thought: "There is no reason there should be trash in this car. It is a nice car; we made it and it should always be clean. So, let's impose some good habits on our drivers, we'll make them empty the potentially smelly astray every week or, even better, we'll make them throw new trash out when they reach their next destination."Oh, the innocent thoughts of designers. Creative lazy drivers, like me, just find other places for trash, like the passenger seat or the coin holder. This innocent thinking of designers smells like: "Hmmm, the user of our web site would really appreciate the new capabilities of this plug-in. We should make them download it." Creative lazy users, like me, just find other places to put our clicks. Friday, June 23, 2000 Some cool design-related links I've come across recently:
Thursday, June 22, 2000 You thought pop radio stations play the same music repeatedly, try spending a few days at Barnes & Noble. July 4th weekend is coming up and I'm thinking of doing something different, not the typical BBQ or camping thing. The Dalai Lama is coming to the U.S. that weekend. He will be speaking on Sunday, July 2nd at the National Mall in Washington D.C. July 1st there will be a Rally & Peace March for Tibet. People will march right past the Chinese Embassy. Why don't you march and be home in time for July 4th? Want to go with me? Visit savetibet.org for more details. Last week, I shared with you a dream I had that included Michael Jackson. I thought more about the dream and realized Michael's existence in my dream wasn't an accident. Around the age of 13, my friends were having their bar and bat mitzvahs. At the parties, there would usually be a competition; often it was a lip-syncing competition. I always participated. I always sang a Michael Jackson song, except once. I usually sang Man in the Mirror, but sometimes I sang Billy Jean. I always won or got a prize when I sang Michael, but the one time I decided last minute to sing Johnny Be Good, I got nothing. The desire to sing Michael songs originated earlier, in junior high. Before the whole puberty thing, I could sing on key. In 7th grade, the chorus teacher chose me to sing a solo of Man in the Mirror with the chorus backing me up. I did. I sang it, nervous as hell with all the cute girls I liked in the chorus behind me. Instead of standing there like a tree just moving my mouth as I rehearsed, I started snapping my fingers and tapping my feet. That is when the giggling and laughing exploded. This was happening, of course, during a performance for hundreds of parents, with everyone's eyes on me. It was a traumatic experience. I'm still dreaming about Michael, singing his songs and fearful of improvising at the last minute. I rarely gape at the monitor in excitement of experiencing something cool on the web. But, I recently came across Scott McCloud's "I Can't Stop Thinking!!" column at the Comic Reader (via peterme) and I love it. Scott is the author of Understanding Comics (and now also Reinventing Comics). He's trying to wake up the world of comics to the potential the Internet provides. He's fighting the standard problem of old points-of-view unwilling to change for the realities of the present or opportunities of the future. The coolest part about his attempt to communicate his point of view is that he uses comic art and personal dialogue to do it. All his columns are quite good, but the first one I experienced was the funniest for me. Wednesday, June 21, 2000 Small world it is. Sarah, who I met at SXSW 2000, linked to a poem written by Damon Achey. I read the poem and linked to it myself. Damon later wrote me, to thank me for linking, and then I realized I sat next to this guy in Algorithms class years back at Lehigh. Yup, Damon, a Lehigh Computer Science classmate, has a personal website and weblog of his own. Continuing on the health theme, I've always wondered what happens too food after it enters your mouth. Where does it go, how long does it take and what happens to it along the way? Follow the Flow of Food has some answers. |
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Tuesday, June 20, 2000 Search the reports of health inspections at NYC restaurants here (click "search" when you get there, found via Peterme). Of the restaurants I more regularly visit Pongal and Penang were clear, but Baluchi's was guilty of the following:
In Barnes & Noble, I saw a guy who looked quite constipated. I thought he needed to be rushed to the bathroom by the look on his face. Alas, I jumped to my conclusion too quickly. He was just fretting over a game of chess. That's right ladies, we men go to the gym for you, so you can have more orgasms plain and simple. I received this in an Intelihealth e-mail: Good-looking men may be better in bed. Research presented at the American Psychological Society conference in Miami suggests that women are more likely to be sexually satisfied by attractive men.Speaking of which, I should get my out-of-good-habits-self back into the gym and start running again. Woops, as Todd would say to me, "You're shoulding on yourself again." Yeah, I really should stop. Thursday, June 15, 2000 Some people have been reporting problems e-mailing me. If you had problems keep trying, as some of the e-mails get through, if not you can use the text box on the right hand side of this page. Go figure. An interesting article from my local paper about what people in their 20's think about sex, marriage, cohabitation and more. The Bergen Record brings us Young adults found to favor easy sex now, commitment later (via underachievers.com). I calculated that Sarah links to Kevin in her weblog as often as she writes the word love in her journal. However, elan.org also can't be complete with out a link to tornadomagnet, Kevin's site. (There, two links Kevin, err, three in one post. I'm catching up.) My brother's first law (it comes from his years of experience) of blind dates: "If she sounds bitchy on the phone, she is very pretty. If she sounds nice, she's probably not." Napster is cool (especially with all the bad news). I found a very funny song. It is a remake of the Titanic song with two guys (who may have been drunk) singing in English with Russian accents. It's hilarious. Listen with RealAudio 28k, RealAudio 56k, or download the MP3. This morning I dreamt that I was singing a duet with Michael Jackson (don't ask). We weren't signing one of his songs (I think it was a Billy Joel song). No one warned me, so I had to just get up on stage and sing. The problem was that I didn't know all the words. The weird thing is that Michael did. When I wasn't didn't know the words to sing, I heard him singing the right words. But, it was my dream. If he's a figment of my subconscious and he knows the words, then why don't I know the words? Hi! I'm back. My one-week vacation from elan.org was refreshing, although difficult at times. At least three or four times I had the urge to write something and share it with you. I resisted, but it brought to my attention the emotional attachment I have to this site. When I have something consequential to share (the definition of consequential sways with my mood), I need to share it with you. I need to feel like someone has read something I've deemed worth reading. This site serves as a significant place of expression for me. I also made another realization this past week. Lately I've been sharing a lot of what's going on in my life. I am going here, I went there, I am seeing so and so, blah blah. Blah blah is right. I haven't been sharing what I'm feeling. I want to share more of what's going inside me rather than the melodrama outside of me. Although most of you won't tell me that, I know you want to read that. We all have a deep desire to feel sane. One way we do that is by connecting our internal experiences with others. Wednesday, June 7, 2000 I am taking a few days off from writing on my web site. The energy or desire isn't there right now. I want to concentrate my energies on other areas of the site and other projects I'm working on. Meanwhile, keep yourself entertained by reading an old random entry I wrote or someone else's random personal site that I like. Of course, you can also watch the webcams or choose from a massive list of weblogs. I'll be back in full force next week. Here is a tip on how to make a natural air freshener for your car. Place two fresh apples (or similar fruits with the odors you desire) into a zip lock bag. Close the bag and make ten or so holes in it with tacks or paper clips. Leave the bag in your car. While the apples rot, they'll release a pleasant odor in your car. Note: the air freshener will last about a week, give or take a few days depending on the fruit. Also, watch out for fruit flies. I discovered this trick unintentionally leaving apples in a ripped zip lock bag in my car after my trip to the beach last Saturday. By accident, Amy found That's the Way I Like It at her local video store. We watched it. I enjoyed it immensely. The movie was made in Singapore a few years ago. It is a funny take on Saturday Night Fever. If you enjoyed Saturday Night Fever and want to hear authentic Singlish (Singapore English), then rent it. If you like dance movies and good guys getting the girl, then rent it. If you don't have a clue what to get when you go to the video store, then rent it. Just rent it, all right! By the way, in Singapore, it was called Forever Fever, but Miramax released in the U.S. under a different title. An anonymous reader from Massachusetts recommended GoldPocket.com: "Home of Live Trivia! The Largest Game Show in the World." The reader was referring to my request two days ago for a game show that allows contestants to use the Internet to research answers to questions. Senya called to wish me "Mazel Tov" for winning two free snapples. I think we should have a party. By the way, the glass I will break at my wedding will be a snapple bottle for sure (my future wife has no say in the matter). Tuesday, June 6, 2000 I had a bout of cliché-ness today: "You'll learn tools and tricks to get your design meetings going on the right foot and to get the entire team on the same boat." The power is out in my house and neighborhood. I guess flooding in the area caused it. It went out around 2:30 PM. The phone lines are unaffected. There is something cool and geeky about being able to get on the Internet using the battery power of my laptop just to let you know the power is out. Monday, June 5, 2000 The things I want to most change are impeding my change the most. Sarah found this poem titled Blurred. It describes well what's going on in my head when I read other's sites and what I think happens when you read mine. Matt says this. I say we absolutely should have game shows like Who Wants to Be a Millionaire and Jeopardy, except people are allowed to use the Internet and have 30 seconds to answer a question. The best players would be smart and tech-savvy. They would have to master search engines and have a great grasp of the Internet. Viewers on TV could watch the screens of contestants. Viewers could learn how to use the Internet faster and better that way, too. Lycos could sponsor the show. Of course, reality is that you would just be testing the speed of the show's Internet access, the response times of the web sites and the usability of the search engines. The show would fail instantly because no one would be able to answer a question in 30 seconds using the Internet. Not because the contestants are stupid, but because the web sites they use are. One day I'll get tired of complaining about ease-of-use. You will tire sooner of reading about it (if you haven't already). Of course, spending my days solving the problem is more effective. All in due time. Today my life is complete. I won two free Snapples. See:
Don't be a lazy yuppie. No sitting at your desk during the week and playing golf on the weekends, okay? You'll hurt your back if you do (link via Amy). This morning Airborne Express delivered a box containing this. Sunday, June 4, 2000 A picture of friends and me taken on my birthday...
"Cherry Hill East eliminated Fair Lawn [High School], 15-9, 15-2" yesterday, found in the last line of this article. One day I should analyze why people are so infatuated with following the sports of their alma mater, especially sports in which they participated. Gary and I went 0-6 in the tournament yesterday. We stunk, although we had a lot of fun. Five years is a long time of not playing beach volleyball. My first time learning volleyball was on the beach, so I thought it would stick. The last five years of indoor training and playing has rendered me quite lost on the beach. I don't read serves early or correctly anymore. I'm off-balance running in the sand. I jump into the air to hit, but don't know where to hit it or how (a hard driven ball, a roll or a close-handed dink). Well, I do know where to hit it and how, but only after the play. My instincts are delayed. You don't do many rolls or close-handed dinks in six-man indoor. The court isn't that empty either. The heat was affecting Gary's performance and my brain was affecting mine. Putting yourself in competitive situations (without practice beforehand) brings ineffective thought process to the forefront. Doubt and uncertainty were overwhelming in my head while I was on the court. Amazing, though, despite all this, I enjoyed playing, being in the sun, pushing myself, meeting new people and getting my butt back in the sand. Hopefully, future beach volleyball experiences this summer will be as much fun, but with better play and a better mental state. By the way, someone from NorthPoint DSL called on Friday night to set an appointment for my inside wiring. If all goes well, and I'm still skeptical, I should have much higher speed Internet access on Thursday afternoon. There are still chances to watch Secret Cutting on USA Networks. Today (Sunday) at 5pm or next Saturday, June 10th at noon. The stories from viewers and cutters are touching and disturbing. There are many more stories in the archives (quite a large page). The stories are a good example of using the Internet to show how extensive the problem is. Even though the people who share stories have the choice of anonymity, many chose otherwise. Saturday, June 3, 2000 The beach, where it's okay to walk around in your underwear. Friday, June 2, 2000 Tomorrow I am going to the beach in Point Pleasant, NJ with Gary Vinukor to compete in a JSVBA beach volleyball tournament. We will play at level BB since we're both out of practice. I'm excited. To anybody who wants to come watch: we'll be there from 8:30 AM until like at least 3 PM and maybe later if we do well. Speaking of volleyball, the Fair Lawn High School boys beat Clifton yesterday. They have a new coach this year since the coach I had retired after running a long successful volleyball program. I think everyone will miss Mr. Szura, even the players that never had him as a coach. I stuck with volleyball because he passed on a lot of confidence to me and helped make it fun. Bell Atlantic employees were at my house before 10 AM this morning. Two people came to install the outside wiring for DSL. They connected some wires to the box outside my house and then called up Northpoint to pass on some information and to test the connection. They tagged the line with some letters and numbers and left. They said at times that they've worked late, until 11:30 PM, installing wires. The main guy who came to the house said he usually works in manholes, but demand is so high that he got moved to do DSL installs all day. I got the sense that these guys don't have a clue how frustrated people are at the process and Bell Atlantic. They seemed rather nonchalant about it. Whatever, I got my outside wiring, now it is time to get my inside wiring. Thursday, June 1, 2000 The Palm Vx has a limit on how large the notes can be that you write to yourself. The limit is something like 4K of text. You can also write notes on the Windows software counterpart (Palm Desktop) that get transferred to and from the Palm, but the 4K limit still remains. When you try to write past the limit, the computer beeps. I ran today. And as I do after all my runs, I launched the Palm Desktop software to make note of how long and how quickly I ran. But, today was different. Today I tried to add to my list of runs and my computer beeped. How cool is that? :) The DSL guy is supposed to come tomorrow to do outside wiring. The adventure continues... Sometimes I make myself very sick. Like nauseous sick. Today I will share one of those things about my past that make me sick in the stomach. I adored Bill Gates. I wanted to be him. In high school, all I could speak were positive words about him. My friend Cliff would support me in that habit as we dreamed of starting our own companies and being bazillionaires. Boy was I a lost soul. During this temporary stage (thankfully), my awesome American History 2A teacher assigned a paper that was to be a biography of someone we admire. It came as no surprise that I chose the devil himself, Bill Gates. I invite you to read the overly positive portrayal of the making of Microsoft's main man (though he often acts like a boy). Sarcasm aside, if you know nothing about Gates' childhood or the beginnings of Microsoft, you'll learn much by reading it. The term paper is an addition to the shovelware from my high school years. Last year I shared Facsimile, another shovel that readers seemed to like. Facsimile is a short story of a conversation about sex in the style of J.D. Salinger. Ecological Trends Of Food Availability Yield Clues To Americans' Weight Problem. Why has the problem of overweight been increasing over the last 30 years? Because we now have more fast food choices, we eat out more, more foods with high fat content are being sold and restaurants have been increasing their portion sizes. These trends were visible to those who have been paying attention, but most of the population doesn't. |
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