29th
I just got back home from the new year’s fireworks show at the Space Needle. Apparently, they had a computer crash or something and all the fireworks just stopped about 20 seconds into it. They came back 2 or 3 minutes later but didn’t really follow the music or anything. There was no real climax to speak of, more of a gradual petering out until one last sparkler flickered away. Then the news people came on tv and said that when the computer went down, all the fireworks had to be set off by hand, and that there was one guy who had to do it all. At first I thought, “wow, how much does that suck? That guy must be mad as hell right now”. But then I thought about it a little more, and something occured to me. If it was just one guy, then the mirth of hundreds of thousands of Seattleites rested in his hands. If he didn’t step up, New Year’s would be ruined.
I’d like to think that there was a moment, not during the show, but probably right after, where he’s sitting at the controls, still reeling from the frantic white-knuckled smashing of buttons and switches, having had no clue whether he was averting a trainwreck, or just making it worse. And then, with the shock of it all waning, he realizes that he just did something that no one else could have done at that moment, and even though he didn’t want to do it, he did, and it felt amazing. For 5 minutes he was an unwilling composer improvising in front of thousands, with cameras rolling, sure to be talked about, blogged, posted to youtube. And somehow, he pulled it off. Of course it wasn’t perfect. It probably wasn’t even that good, but the people below were smiling, screaming happy new year to each other, hugging, kissing, some of them were even proposing to their girlfriends…
And no one was talking about how much the fireworks sucked.
*yeah, I know, it most likely didn’t go down that way… and probably a lot of people were talking about how much the fireworks sucked. But I’d like to think that’s how this guy saw it.
http://momb.socio-kybernetics.net/
Looking at Museum of Modern Betas, what’s really astounding to me is some of the names people come up with. Do any of these people actually think they’re names are memorable?
Mvolve
kwiry
myvidoop
enophi
findingdulcinea
mployd
yokld
itsourtree (I looked at this one for a long time before I realized it didn’t say “it sour tree”)
xakasha (pronouce it, I dare ya)
spffy
xoole (bonus points for the over-the-top logo)
These may all be great companies, I didn’t click through to many of them to check. There’s a chance some of them are targeted at a non-english market where their name actually means something. But barring that, I think the baby-talk, web-2.0 domain name thing is getting a little out of hand.
Just had an interesting conversation about software products and the point was brought up that quality isn’t necessarily a requirement for success. Rather, it’s sometimes a numbers game. Take McDonald’s, for example. They’re not winning any awards for great cuisiene or anything, but they’re making tons of money, because they realized that if they spend $X million on advertising, and spend $X million building X stores per square mile, then that will return $X million on profits. Relying on that equation makes them billions of dollars per year, regardless of how good, or good for you, they are as a restaurant.
Makes you wonder if there’s really value in the boutique. There’s no upscale restaurants that can compete with them in terms of profit, and the capitalistic argument that can be made is that the people actually prefer McDonald’s over something higher quality, but more expensive and less accessible. It makes some degree of sense. For such an everyday task as lunch, why spend time trying to optimize, when you can take the option that’s the most available?
It may make you money. But at the same time, who really wants to work at McDonalds?
Megan did the feature in this week’s Stranger! Me = beaming with pride! :)
All about the time I attempted to bake 106 different kinds of Martha Stewart holiday cookies in two months. People laughed and said I was crazy. Well, I was crazy.