Blogging has been rather..ah...non-existant, as real-life has dared get in the way of my blogging. In the past 4 weeks, I've attended a radar conference in Philadelphia, driven down to Long Island to look for engagement party invitations (BTW, the LI link is for my cousin's excellent Judaica store in New Hyde Park and Jericho), attended an acoustics, speech and signal processing conference in Montreal and just closed on a condo yesterday.
Life has been busy and it doesn't stop. Moving day is tomorrow followed by MIT graduation next Thurs. and Fri, then off to D.C the following Monday, and finally a trip to lovely Rome, NY on Wed.
Don't expect much blogging.
You have to hand it to these NYU students for their creativity:
In Pac-Manhattan, players on the streets report their positions via cellphone to team leaders in the Kimmel student center. Those positions, which are constantly updated, are plotted on a computer screen like the Pac-Man screen of old, and the result is a sort of slow-motion version of the original. Teams in the student center direct the players outside, helping them navigate their way through the streets and avoid danger. The result is a wild, Keystone Kops-style scramble.
I definitely feel safer now. From U.S. News & World Report:
It was the lead item on the government's daily threat matrix one day last April. Don Emilio Fulci described by an FBI tipster as a reclusive but evil millionaire, had formed a terrorist group that was planning chemical attacks against London and Washington, D.C. That day even FBI director Robert Mueller was briefed on the Fulci matter. But as the day went on without incident, a White House staffer had a brainstorm: He Googled Fulci. His findings: Fulci is the crime boss in the popular video game Headhunter. "Stand down," came the order from embarrassed national security types.
Is there any branch of our government that isn't riddled with incompetence?
See Britney Spears fall victim the dual fads of meaningless tattoos in foreign langauges and pop spiritualism.
Speaking of Michael Moore, I'm still waiting for the blogosphere's self-annointed anti-censorship crusader mention anything about Moore's film situation.
Update: Well I didn't have to wait for very long. Once again, I haven't learned not to believe everything I read.
Dear Mr. Eisner:
I would like to personally thank you for blocking Miramax from distributing Michael Moore’s “Fahrenheit 9/11.” Michael has bad a bit of an image problem lately, and this publicity will no doubt enhance his standing among the general public. Indeed I had been wracking my brain trying to find a way to portray the egotistical, self-righteous blowhard in a sympathetic light, but in the end, it look another egotistical, self-righteous blowhard to find a create solution to my problem. It would seem the old adage, “it takes one to know one” does indeed have some truth to it.
We both know how accurate and reliable Moore’s films are, and your devious plan will no doubt increase public awareness about this important film so that the masses will learn the truth about the evil that is George W. Bush. The world will be a better place thanks to you.
Appreciatively,
Geoff