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| Saturday, September 21, 2002 |
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Speaking of speaking 
| | I love Marc Canter's energy. The man continues to put hugely seminal work into Making Something Happen in multimedia, a space he largely defined through Macromind — now Macromedia — and a pile of tools without which our world would be a duller place. (Here's some background.) |
Speaking of radio
| | After reading a response here to something I wrote yesterday about my days in North Carolina radio, I decided the better place to respond would be over in Skywave, which I set up as a place to talk about this kinda stuff (and neglected for a number of months while I tried feebly to figure out some kind of technical problem with it). Here's a direct link to the post. |
Moving & shaking, but not stirred
| | I know. I'ts barely been a year. Fifteen months, actually. But an opportunity came up for a new place in the part of town where we've wanted to live since we came to Santa Barbara early last year. And it has a spectacular view, which we also wanted. Our last two houses, both on the Peninsula south of San Francisco, had views of the whole Bay. That spoiled us. This new place has a "four island" view of downtown and the Channel Islands in the Pacific. |
| | This place also has something I've wanted ever since we moved here, which is good reception of the FM and TV stations from Los Angeles. We don't quite have line-of-sight to Mount Wilson, but we're close enough. The old place is pretty, but it's in a hole. Even when I put a giant TV antenna on the roof we got almost nothing. |
| | Most people could care less about this kind of stuff. We have a satellite dish for the TV and a cable broadband for the computers. What else do you want? But I'm still a radio freak, even if the Nothing on most stations gets worse than ever. Once you've been in radio it's a hard passion to shake. It's like some kind of mental herpes: you never get rid of it. |
| | The house is also a fixer. It was built in the Thirties (we're only the second owner) and filled with all kinds of stuff that's so far below code that remodeling it will be a huge project. But that's something else we wanted, so it's cool. We'll probably be renting the place next door while we fix the new/old place up. |
| | We're also looking forward to being near our friends and new neighbors, Jim and Colleen Sterne, who live about three doors down. You know you're in their neightborhood from all the Colleen Sterne For Judge signs in the yards. If you're local (I think I have at least three readers in town), be sure to vote for her. She'll be terrific. |
| | Anyway, we'll be kinda busy for the next several weeks. Today's job is unpacking some of the boxes we never unpacked from the last move, to see what we can toss or move in a garage sale. |
| | One good thing about being 55: when I open a box that's full of stuff I haven't looked at since college, there's a good chance it falls into one of three categories: 1) antique; 2) ready for the garage sale; or 3) junk. Sorting should be easy because evidence suggests I'll never look at it again anyway. |
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