Swimming with the Razorfishes

Friday, February 20, 2004

The Governator will be on Meet The Press this Sunday. Fun.

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

"Over the surprisingly lengthy span of my life, I've drunk enough to float a tanker, smoked like Rumanian industrial zone, eaten like an average American, and eschewed most forms of regular exercise beyond dancing in bars. I've treated my body like one of the pickups I used to drive when I was ranching. High speeds, rough roads, no mercy."[via BarlowFriendz]

John Perry Barlow has some interesting stuff going on. I can't wait to see the show.

"This is going to be the first real 'internet election' and I don't mean because some hick from vermont figured out how to get guilty liberals to pony up $100 bucks online. If the past has taught us anything the interwebthingamabop is not really the best way to move goods and services from-one-to-many, but it is a great way to spread information; and gossip, dirty lies, innuendo, fake pictures and the like are a form of information like it or not." [via ThickEye]

"He created the computer, or at least Windows, or whatever he created, and did a good job," Eisner said to peals of laughter from analysts attending the company conference in Orlando, Florida. [via Forbes]

If a wise man knows his enemy, Michael Eisner doesn't seem terribly wise. Lets see where Disney is in two or three years.

Sunday, February 15, 2004

Attention New York Real Estate Brokers:

The apartment lists for $875,000. There is no way you will convince me the landing at the top of the spiral stairs is a second bedroom, no matter how many times you offer me chocolate from a fucking heart-shaped Whitman's sampler.

Just call it a one bedroom.

OK. One more story, then I'm really getting back to software.

For a few weeks, I've been meaning to write about a fantastic meal I had. A few Fridays ago, four of us had a fantastic dinner at Jack's Luxury Oyster Bar. Located in a converted carriage house on 5th Street at 2nd Avenue, Jack's is intimate: maybe seven tables downstairs and six upstairs. These are small tables, so if you are eating upstairs, after walking through the kitchen to get to the dining room, there are at most eight other people there with you. Dinner at Jack's is intimate.

Jack's seems to present its food as "New Orleans French." From my conversations with people from New Orleans, I know they don't identify with this kind of haute cuisine, but you get the idea. Rich spice, cream sauces, lots of flavor, and a bit of heat.

From the name, you can guess that Jack's specializes in raw seafood. It has a wonderful, fresh raw bar. The night I was there, in addition to a selection of shellfish, the menu had shrimp, seabass and lobster.

Dinner started with turtle soup, grilled lobster, and foie gras. All three were wonderful. The turtle soup was complex and just a bit spicy. The foie gras was among the best I've tasted.

We cooled off with a second course of caviar, artfully prepared.

The next course was grilled lobster, seabass, and quail. The lobster was perfectly cooked and served on toasted baguette with a light buttery sauce. The seabass and quail were tender and served with a simple sauce.

Service, as you'd expect, was attentive and unobtrusive. One of the better meals I've had in New York. I'd like to return for Jacks seven-course tasting menu, and I certainly recommend Jacks, should you be so inclined.

Mr. Mustard continues the match.com meme in most excellent fashion.

I re-took the match.com "physical attractiveness" test as a man looking for men. According to match.com, this is my kind of guy.

Did any of the women who took this test think that most ofthe guys were kind of ugly?

Interestingly, and I have no idea where this came from, the test suggested that I like hairy chests, and that "even some back hair is okay." I don't remember any questions about chest hair; they really got this one wrong.

One interesting result of the two test (one for girls, one for boys) is that I was identified as picky in both. 10% of other test takers seem to share my tastes. However, in a shocking miss, match.com picked my perferred body type as "a bit stocky.

No, I do not find this line drawing attractive.

Finally, match.com helpfully displays a few profiles of men it thinks I may like. It selected this one, for someone who calls himself "BigKYDog". Uh, no. I think the test needs a little more work.