I've been streaming America's Next Top Model off of Sidereel - a show that began with the trashiest intentions but has since been eclipsed by plastic surgery, Paris Hilton and the Playboy mansion. Yesterday I was upset to see the girls travel through Rome via Segway. I'm sure none of these beautiful morons can operate a whopping 200cc Vespa, but if I wanted to see hot people mimic Steve Wozniak I'd hangout at Stanford. Does no one realize that Segways don't really add to the old-world mystique of Italy's (often cobblestone) streets?
I hurt. This weekend consisted of 3 straight nights of beer and wine tasting. I spent the days recovering and reading Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash. (The inspiration for Second Life) In the beginning of the book, the main character, Hiro Protagonist, delivers pizzas for the mob's Coasta Nostra pizza company. Hiro's life depends on delivering the pizza in under 30 min. This morning I found this real life pizza tracker - a script that tracks your pizza from oven to doorstep. Since I'm a little hungover I can see the importance of delivery food but this is a little neurotic.
I love Quetzal. I know all the SF hipsters hangout at Revolution Cafe in the Mission, but my cafe has strips of outlets, great lattes and better conversations. So far a group of venture capitalists have laid out their growth strategy, a game developer has whined for his salary and 3 transgendered women have compared hormone injections, psychiatry and astrology. My life is wickedly simplistic + it's Friday! DANA FTW!
I just wrote an article for my other blog about imeem and took a much needed lunch break at 3pm. I ordered a delicious curry katsu donburi and as soon as I cut the meat with my spoon, the handle broke off and sprayed me head to toe with the delicious sauce. The server ran over with a damp cloth and apologized profusely while I sat there wiping my shirt and secretly just wanting her to leave so I could eat. Now I'm safe and soiled at home eating Japanese snacks and exploring the Om Nom Nom site.
My Post Secret: Sometimes when I know I should be ashamed of myself, I'm really just hungry.
As a dual citizen I have the pleasure of returning from an amazingly sunny California weekend to the absolutely craptacular task of filing two tax returns. According to Canada Revenue Services I am considered a "factual resident" because I have the residential tie of a bank account. However, that account only exists to pay off student loans because, despite the fact that Canada is heralded as one of the leaders in global telecommunications and online services, the government cannot accept student loan payments from foreign accounts.
This data fragmentation coupled with my own incompetence in translating Canadian tax diction ensures that my true identity and place of residence will never be known by any one government. I AM JASON BOURNE.
For some reason I just never got around to blogging about Richard Nagy. It's probably because I figured Cory Doctorow has already said all there is to say about him. But then every time I see Nagy's work I love it. I like my MacBook, but even with stickers it's the same as everyone else's. I know nobody is supposed to like cars anymore, but I am my father's daughter and I'd like a computer that looks like a convertible '67 Corvette Stingray
Flickr video just launched and I'm a little disappointed. Maybe my expectations were too high but I just assumed that they'd release it to all users and we'd be allowed to upload more than 90 second clips. I was sort of imagining an artsy/filmmaker community as opposed to YouTube's TV saturated world. Does "unique experience" actually just mean "uniquely limited"? I love Flickr, but I just don't think this is a great way to launch something that we've been anticipating for a year. (That's like 10 years in internet time) Not that I myself could build anything better. You know, I think I might be a player hater.
I tricked tons of you with my post yesterday. Some of you are so gullible (or Canadian). Hahahahaha!
Anyways in single's news, Reddit's readers seem to be favoring a Singles Map of the US. Apparently "one reason young women in the prime marriage years - the 25-44 age range - flock to big cities is to compete for the most eligible men." Honestly, I just don't believe this. I think they move for better jobs. Why would you move to find a mate when you can just save money and upload a bikini pic to the internet? My friend Liz married a dude she met in the Arctic tundra. (Although men did outnumber women 30 to 16.)
I thought it was an April Fool's Day joke but I just found a ring attached to my electric toothbrush. I almost threw it away because I thought it was fake. I'm holding back on posting any pics until our parents get the first look, but rest assured, it is a skating rink. We don't have a date planned or any ideas about how we're going to do it as I am still stunned by the fact that I am wearing some serious bling on my hand. Everybody get ready for Hawaii!! Best birthday ever.
We've started the beginnings of a registry site and will post ring pics and other cheesy slide shows once the fam is on board. You can leave well-wishes here. Lauren and Lisa, mentally prepare yourselves to wear the ugliest bridesmaid dresses in the history of the universe.