29th Jan 2005
AirBornAgain
[ramblings from JetBlue flight 100...]
AirBornAgain (something of an update, but by no means one of those Christmas Letters)
near-February 2005, somewhere over the Midwest… soundtrack of Frank Black.
I’m being nomadic again. In some ways, I feel as blurred as the fellow off to the left, stepping back into
Times Square. It’s nice to get out of California for a while - off to NYC for a couple of weeks,
There is a continuing sense of “where the heck do I really live?!”, but I’m gettin’ used to it. On the
cyberspace level, it’s not important. On the level of meat, I’m probably picky
about where I’m going to spend my time. Life’s too short to waste in some generic tract sameness.
Actually, some of my motivation to get my butt back to NYC is that I was jealous of my family, because they got to go
through the Blizzard of ‘05. I’ve got to get to NYC and throw some snowballs before they all melt. I’ve had my fill of
burritos, so now it’s time for H&H Bagels. And a nice Pastrami Sandwich. Umm, pa-stra-mi. D’oh!
And I really miss my family (camped out in NYC). My daughter is an up and coming writer. Don’t mark my words,
but watch for hers. My wife is becoming an honest-to-goodness NYC Photographer. They’ll be a creative inspiration (like I really
need another one, but on another hand, their pursuits take a different form, which is great, because it will
assure I don’t get into some thinking-rut).
And it’s a working trip. I declare my UWS apartment to be Metaliq’s East Coast office.
I’m always wrestling with how to converge all of my tech-related interests. A typical day has me thinking about ActionScript, OOP & Design Patterns, Mac minis and how to use one for a PVR, how to network the East and West coast abodes that much better, how to hook up my digital piano to GarageBand, how to get that one crystal moment where everything just works. That’s a danger of wanting to do so many projects - always got to reel in and say “nope, focus!”. It’d be really cool to not have to sleep. Oh, and there’s Photography, Guitar, and Writing.
You ever get this: you want to stay up and work on all sorts of projects, but once you go to sleep you don’t
want to rush waking up? Yeah. Me too.
One thing that I am really looking forward to in the next couple of weeks is simply not having to commute. Although driving is one of the funnest, bestest things in the world, traffic just sucks the life out of me. What a frikken waste of time (and that, my friends, is putting it oh-so-mildly)

So it’s Snow Time! Wake up, brew a pot and code time! Time to get something done in those two hours
I could be driving. Cool things are afoot in the land of Flash, and I’ll have more to say on that, uh, when
I am cleared to talk.
I’m also looking forward to seeing the Christo “Gates” in Central Park. I’ll post some photos, if it’s not
so cold that my camera freezes up. Wouldn’t that be wierd if the cold temperature made for slower
shutter speeds, so that you couldn’t get a sharp photo in Winter? Just sayin’, man.
There’s no grand point to my ramblings, other than to say that Air trips are always a sort of “reset” for me.
It’s when I think about all of the little threads, and what to do with them. Add this, snip that. It’s
always different to write in the air. Perhaps it’s the “more uninterupted time” aspect.
(Soundtrack has now mutated into Thievery Corporation, which will forever remind me of
the Winter of ‘04 in my subletted space on 68th street, with the freezing draft sneaking in around the window air conditioner,
but otherwise great vibe)
It’s time for cafes. Time for walks. Time for the subway. Time to spend 2 minutes putting on snow
clothes, and another one taking them off. It’s time for that bit of sensory stimulation that New York
is so good at. It’s also time to crank out a lot of work, and I’m all set.
[ramblings from JetBlue flight 100...]
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AirBornAgain (something of an update, but by no means one of those Christmas Letters) near-February 2005, somewhere over the Midwest… soundtrack of Frank Black.
I’m being nomadic again. In some ways, I feel as blurred as the fellow off to the left, stepping back into
Actually, some of my motivation to get my butt back to NYC is that I was jealous of my family, because they got to go |
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And I really miss my family (camped out in NYC). My daughter is an up and coming writer. Don’t mark my words,
but watch for hers. My wife is becoming an honest-to-goodness NYC Photographer. They’ll be a creative inspiration (like I really
need another one, but on another hand, their pursuits take a different form, which is great, because it will
assure I don’t get into some thinking-rut).
And it’s a working trip. I declare my UWS apartment to be Metaliq’s East Coast office.
I’m always wrestling with how to converge all of my tech-related interests. A typical day has me thinking about ActionScript, OOP & Design Patterns, Mac minis and how to use one for a PVR, how to network the East and West coast abodes that much better, how to hook up my digital piano to GarageBand, how to get that one crystal moment where everything just works. That’s a danger of wanting to do so many projects - always got to reel in and say “nope, focus!”. It’d be really cool to not have to sleep. Oh, and there’s Photography, Guitar, and Writing.
You ever get this: you want to stay up and work on all sorts of projects, but once you go to sleep you don’t
want to rush waking up? Yeah. Me too.
One thing that I am really looking forward to in the next couple of weeks is simply not having to commute. Although driving is one of the funnest, bestest things in the world, traffic just sucks the life out of me. What a frikken waste of time (and that, my friends, is putting it oh-so-mildly)

So it’s Snow Time! Wake up, brew a pot and code time! Time to get something done in those two hours
I could be driving. Cool things are afoot in the land of Flash, and I’ll have more to say on that, uh, when
I am cleared to talk.
I’m also looking forward to seeing the Christo “Gates” in Central Park. I’ll post some photos, if it’s not
so cold that my camera freezes up. Wouldn’t that be wierd if the cold temperature made for slower
shutter speeds, so that you couldn’t get a sharp photo in Winter? Just sayin’, man.
There’s no grand point to my ramblings, other than to say that Air trips are always a sort of “reset” for me.
It’s when I think about all of the little threads, and what to do with them. Add this, snip that. It’s
always different to write in the air. Perhaps it’s the “more uninterupted time” aspect.
(Soundtrack has now mutated into Thievery Corporation, which will forever remind me of
the Winter of ‘04 in my subletted space on 68th street, with the freezing draft sneaking in around the window air conditioner,
but otherwise great vibe)
It’s time for cafes. Time for walks. Time for the subway. Time to spend 2 minutes putting on snow
clothes, and another one taking them off. It’s time for that bit of sensory stimulation that New York
is so good at. It’s also time to crank out a lot of work, and I’m all set.
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