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Venerdi 30 Marzo 2001
Giovedi 29 Marzo 2001
my current job feels like climbing elevators that are going down: you walk but you're always in the same place. I need to climb elevators that go up: to go faster than the regular crowd. I only saw one performance of Ultima Vez but I'll remember it for ever. The power and elegance of these acrobatic dancers is still fixed in my memory, more than 8 years later. Now they have a site which documents most of the work of Wim Vandekeybus, leader and coreographer.Mercoledi 28 Marzo 2001
Bah...Martedi 27 Marzo 2001
Just caught on a paper ad: powered by GREY DIRECT
. Since when an ad is powered? Evidently, somebody thought it would be cool and modern to slap a "power" word somewhere on an otherwise plain dull ad. While they were at it, they could have written: e-net-powered by whatstheiragencyname...
E-NAISSANCE _ New configurations of mind, body, and space è il dodicesimo appuntamento del programma internazionale di ricerca e dottorato CAiiA-STAR (Centre for Advanced Inquiry in Interactive Arts, University of Wales College Newport - Science Technology Art Research, University of Plymouth).
Nei due giorni della conferenza 20 tra artisti e ricercatori provenienti da varie parti del mondo discuteranno i nuovi confini fra umano e artificiale, organico ed inorganico, attraverso una ricognizione fra le pratiche artistiche e le teorie emergenti alla confluenza fra arte, scienza e tecnologia, prefigurando come ripenseremo la mente, il corpo e il nostro ambiente nel prossimo futuro.
My copy of IIS 5 on W2K Professional sp 1 has stopped serving asp pages. Static content (images, HTML, txt) works, asp doesn't.
Itried reinstalling IIS, deinstalling and reinstalling it, manually copy the asp.dll, asptxn.dll and aspperf.dll, restarting the server, but the situation persists.
Ideas? I really need to prototype apps locally.
Per chi arriva da Blogorroico: ecco quanto ho raccontato ad Antonio via email sulla Visa e la Ami 8.
Per quanto riguarda la visa, mi padre ne aveva due, una begiolina e una rossa. Ma il bello è che prima aveva una ami 8. Un bel gioiello di macchina: verde petrolio, una volta facendo benzina un camion gli portò via la portiera: la cambiò, ma nel colpo ruppe anche il finestrino della portiera posteriore. Quello rimase rotto, e i gatti del cortile in cui la parcheggiava ci cominciarono a dormire dentro. Così il sedile era una cuccia, l'odore di piscio infinito e la macchina stava ferma per settimane senza muoversi.
La chicca arriva proprio in questi frangenti che per una fiat, anche una duna, sarebbero stati disperati: l'avviamento a freddo dopo settimane di immobilismo. L'ami 8, gloriosa predecessore della Visa, si avviava a manovella! Metti un manico d'ombrello in un buco sotto il radiatore, due giri e via, quel bel suono di motore francese. Anche il cambio era a manovella: mia madre, di scuola 500L, si rifiutò sempre di usarlo.
Ma voi giravate con l'Ami anche dopo che i gatti ci avevano pisciato dentro?
Certo! quando hai 7 anni non hai molto potere sui genitori. Il bello è che quando giravamo con l'ami era un po' circo barnum, per cui in fondo eravamo contenti.
Lunedi 26 Marzo 2001
Adobe ventures in the 3d field and does it with a public beta of Atmosphere (available for Windows only, sigh, Mac version promised). I wonder why they should be more successful than Metacreations --> Metastream --> Viewpoint (all these transitions should speak volumes). And what about VRML, now web 3D consortium? Some company that betted on a 3d revolution folded, others are frozen in the state they were 3 years ago, and the field feels forgotten.
I wrote my master thesis on 3d interfaces and the web (the focus was not as specific but I covered quite a lot of the field as it was 3 years ago). I shared some of the premises and most of the enthusiasm back then, but documenting the state of technology at the time opened my eyes on the fact that everyone was betting on usability assumptions derived first hand from a novel. A great novel, but one nonetheless.
I don't think it's going to be immersive 3d to move users away from the desktop: it's going to be pilot and alikes. 3d has a limited place: today there's more bandwidth, but the applications are still mostly confined to gaming and narrative. 3d chats are fine for users that have a lot of time to spend: if you need to get your work done while exchanging a few lines with a pal, IM is better. There's more room for application that can project information spaces onto immersive spaces while some old ideas should be reiterated.
But I'm checking out Atmosphere: I might change my mind.
Following thoughts on micropayments and microdonations, I've begun thinking about all the webcams that bloggers leave running on their sites. What if they were pointed at commercially interesting items? Say your PC brand, something on your desk, or a poster hung on the wall behind you. Could there be a business model to remunerate authors?
There are two problems:a viable tracking system and the value of the contract between an advertiser that gets chosen in a pure pull logic, the author and its readers.
But why reinvent the wheel, you'd say, don't banners do the same? Actually, no. First users are by now mostly blind to banners. Second, the value of camadvs is boosted by the fact they are deliberately chosen and set up by the site's author: the value of the site transfers and enhances the value of the ad. Last, the casuality of the display would dilute the ad annoyance.
Then again, I'm faced with a dilemma: is it really a good idea? If I'm happy about my new ADSL router and I point my webcam to it, can I get a few cents/credits back? Am I an avid jerk if I do it? And last, can this be built on top of current affiliation programs?
Domenica 25 Marzo 2001
Sabato 24 Marzo 2001
Last night Asia and I went seeing Concorrenza Sleale [treacherous competition]. It's a good movie. It manages to deal with the advent of the racial laws in the fascist Italy of the 30's without lingering on pathetism or compassionism, instead unfoldling an elegant development of a friendship.
The set is confined to the Roman street where Leone (Abatantuono) and Umberto (Castellitto) both live and work, their botteghe one next to the other, Leone's elegant tailor shop and Umberto's popular merceria (haberdashery shop). The at times fierce competition between the two stores and the two families takes a sharp twist with the introduction of racial laws against Jews in Italy. Neither Rome nor commerce is the same anymore and the events collapse. The friendship of the children of the two families transfers then to their fathers, overcoming the distance that the commercial competition had marked until then.
It's the second good story in two days: I wonder if I can keep this rythm...
Venerdi 23 Marzo 2001
Las night I finished Q. It's a great book, addicting, incredibly well written, historically documented and rich in humanity. It's the kind of book that has a torn cover, that passes throguh many owners, gets lent, is lost, found again and then jelously kept. It makes you want a sequel while knowing that precisely because there is none, it was so good to read.
Sara tells me it was co-authored by four persons, hidden under the group pseudonym of Luther Blissett. Of course they have nothing to do with the media noisemakers known by the same name. Still the link is not vague: the revolutionary spirit that permeates the book is not distant from the actions of the roman infoguerilla, the main character which goes through so many names (and is never presented with his own real one) echoes the anonimity of the group (and of the authors of the book), the European dimension of the events narrated rings in with the current geopolitical context.
You can also forget about all these hypertextual links and simply read the book for what it is: a very good story.
The restaurant (?) Pescarito had tables out today for the first time since last summer, so we ate outside. Pretty much the only good thing so far in the day.Giovedi 22 Marzo 2001
The webcam is now live (as long as I'm at work).Yesterday was officially spring. A year ago Keith launched a redesign with a green ivy and a the statue of a satire on the right that nailed the spirit of the season evoking roman gardens.
Yesterday I made possibly one of the worst cazzata in my work life: I submitted an UPDATE
SQL query that wiped out 5120 email address, which, incidentally, I will be needing in a few days to inform that the service they were waiting for has started...
I'm praying there are logs and backups that save me (have you ever backuped something important???)
Martedi 20 Marzo 2001
I put up a preview of what provami will become. It plain annoys me I have to do it. Not that I don't enjoy it, I mean, there's something incredibly intense in authoring things, in putting one's own work on the web for others to see, judge, but ultimately use, whether it is done for profit or not.Lunedi 19 Marzo 2001
Sabato 17 Marzo 2001
"you can't say no to hope, can't say no to happiness" -- how I had not listened to Bjork in more than two years remains a mistery. It has been fixed. [ discography ] Shopping day: I need pants, a shirt, and something so cool that makes it worth spending a Saturday afternoon downtown pressed against hordes of fifteenyearsold lookalikes, all dressed the same way, while trying to reach the few decent stores I like.Venerdi 16 Marzo 2001
Jedrek has a good touch. After talking about italian webdesigners, I hit prawda's new poetically decadent tree. It struck a chord. Thanks to the Blogging phenomenon I'm surfing on many italian blogs and web designers' sites.<tables>
are not my idea of web design. My goals are liquid layouts, efficient information architecture, spare use of flash, sleekness and the courage to throw away a visually appeasing design for a less glamorous but content-friendly one. Of course this is part art direction (where personal tastes become the defining rules) and part approach.
Design is to give shape and a movement towards the user to an object, an idea, an experience. Disneyland has great design because you come out of their rides wanting to reenter them right away. It's also good design because you wait in line an acceptable time, despite the hordes of visitors to their attractions. Web design should serve the same purpose: present information (which, granted, can be design itself, thus being completely autoreferential) in a usable, useful, pleasing way.
Ok, maybe I'm a minimalist, or maybe I lost what was driving me when I was 22, when I too spent night designing, but it seems to me there's a purpose missing. Actually, the purpose is to do, to show, to leave a sign in the online world, which is great because it reveals the passion for things. But then someone notices it is not enough. I'm glad I'm in good company.
Da Cselt a Telecom Italia Lab. Definitively abandoning R&D in one of the few places where was still done. This is why there seem to be more managers than engineers now... (source: Costantino)Giovedi 15 Marzo 2001
Kottke cites Le città invisibili by Calvino and it's nice to see Calvino is known in the U.S.Mercoledi 14 Marzo 2001
Not a word on me dreaming of ev instead of a gorgeous girl!!!! I dreamt of ev last night. But he had just killed 27 people in an office that looked like a fast food. I swear, this was weird... but the realistically-curious fact was that before being arrested (for a 3 weeks detention, I like how justice works in my dreams) he managed to make a post on his blog, saying he would be offline for a few weeks.It's been sitting in my poket for a day and I completely forgot about it, but I got a nice present in the mail the other day, and I'm going to pick it up tomorrow.
The Direzione Centrale Gestione Tributi is finally refunding me money I overpaid in taxes in 1994 (yes nineteenninetyfour), plus interest, a whopping 1.148.000 Lire or 592,89 €. I can finally shop for my digital camera (Metallic Blue nothwistanding...)
I want one, I want one!
Martedi 13 Marzo 2001
Torino is at its best when its windy. And today is such a day. A little chilly but sunny, terse and crisp, the whole circle of mountains as vivid as possible at the end of every street, grabbing your attention and diverting it from everything else. It's a spring day, a self-explaining one, it widens your perception of the city and of the people that buzz in it.
It was a great day for remembering David, and for discovering the Jewish rite of mourning.
The small synagogue is almost like a crypt, with rounds of stalls where men sit and pray, women being further from the inner floor and separated by a half-height grated wall. The community is tight-knit: you need ten jewish people to pray, one recites a litany in Hebrew, fast, faster, word after word at ever increasing speed. His voice is punctuated by unisonal nurst of the other men and commented by what seems to be a chaotic babbling of verses, reprises of the words voiced by the speaker, uneven echoes like waves of words crushing onto an ever moving shore.
There are crescendos, chilling at bit, when you feel you are reaching a topic moment, even if I was at such distance, unable to understand, curious as to what would happen next, at loss of gestures and easiness. It is touching, though in a way that is not of our culture.
I spoke briefly with Emilio after the cerimony while riding back to work. We both felt spectator of a rite that we could not enter, despite being there in the second row, and we both were thinking of David half jokingly imagining him at loss as we were, though the cerimony was indeed for him. He would actually have understood everything, having been in a kibbutz for a year in Israel.
Thinking of David defeats his death. He had alwasy been with us, after having left for Belgium. In a way we still feel as if he's just far, in Belgium, though with us in our memories, ion the jokes about his suitcases and in the pictures that we keep exchanging. It's hard to adjust to the fact he's gone and forever.
I started this post at 5:30 pm, when I got back to work. Since then it got dark outside and the phone has rung so many times I hardly remember having gone out for a couple of hours...
Lunedi 12 Marzo 2001
I spent most of Saturday upgrading the office Blue G3 to OS 9.1. For some reasons, the first install kept giving me problems, and it took a complete reinstall + migration to get it right. The new system feels faster and has finally gotten me rid of the "too many files open" error...
Last night I read a good part of Q. Laying on the sofa, Mozart's Requiem playing, Pixel purring at my feet and the moon up above the mansard opposite of my living room's balcony it felt like home. One of the first times that it really felt like home.
I also visited my granny. It was good. She was like a little kid, witty questions, little jokes, sweet and nice.
They are giving her a very light treatment so that she is perfectly aware of goes on around her, but is not as defensive and hard as when she was living alone. There's no need to keep the world at distance now, no one is hurting or taking advantage of her now...
Venerdi 9 Marzo 2001
Too much vodka last night, but definitively a great evening with friends. Probably the first mourning party not only that I attended to, but that I helped organize. There were Paolo, Emilio, Nico, Sandro, Ferdy, Katya, Anita and Luca, and memories of David kept popping up. The mood was bright and cheerful, the loss seemed to hit less than a few days ago when the news striked. We said goodbye to a friend the only way we knew he would have liked.
Too much vodka though. It's been hard to get up to speed this morning... woke up at 8:30, orange juice for breakfast, couldn't really have anything else/more. It's a beautiful day though, sunny and border blue, a little chilly perfectly quiet.
It seems we have final specs for a css based 3 panes layout. Nice to see that Stefano had a similar layout in place this side of the ocean before the discussion begun. He also reveals the secret behind KnowNow.
Giovedi 8 Marzo 2001
...and so the adventure begun.