I feel like I’m confronting the challenges of existence pretty effectively, with the following exceptions: the inevitability of death, freedom and its attendant responsibility, existential isolation, and meaninglessness.
Notes from the Golden Orange
Two separate teams of scientists funded by the Pentagon’s research arm have revealed significant breakthroughs in the field of quantum teleportation which could have a major impact on cybersecurity and encryption.
Forget security and encryption I want to disappear one place and appear someplace else. What’s the holdup on that?!
“I love Rothko!” she said. “I used to have a Rothko calendar.”
I admit that threw me off a little. I had expected a lukewarm and/or noncommittal response . . .
“Did you find it had a certain ‘sameness’ about it?”
“No, he used more figures in his earlier paintings.”
“Oh . . . you know, I’ve never been to a museum with someone who actually knows about the art.”
“Ha ha, I don’t know that much, I’m just a fan,” she said.
They had a funny rule in the Vatican exhibit: photos were okay but no selfies. I could stand in front of an artifact and have someone take a picture of me, but I could not take a picture of myself.
I asked one of the docents about the reason for that. “Does it detract from the holiness of the enterprise or what?”
“No, people taking selfies tend to lose track of their surroundings and start banging into the art.”
I bought a souvenir T-shirt for $32 in the gift shop. They made me sign the credit card slip, even though a lot of places trust me for amounts under $50.
“Trust but verify” as President Reagan himself used to say.
If you listen closely, you can hear “Great Balls of Fire” playing on the jukebox.
(Kidding, there’s no sound.)
A colleague shared this on Slack:
It’s a slide from a presentation given by somebody somewhere . . . it’s hard to read but the gist of it is:
In the past, I’ve worked every holiday, on my birthday, my spouse’s birthday, and even on the day my son was born.
I asked the guy who shared it, “How do the birthdays fit in there? I don’t even remember when my spouse’s birthday is, but I certainly didn’t work on the day my son was born.”
“I think he meant on the nights of the birthdays,” was the reply.
“Was he working on the night his son was conceived? I bet he was. He seems like a very busy guy.”
Mel Gibson expecting NINTH child: Lethal Weapon star, 60, announces his girlfriend, 26, is pregnant — Daily Mail Online
Here are the ages of Gibson’s current children: 36, 34 (twins), 31, 28, 26, 17, 6.
OK, Gibson is better looking than I am, he has a lot more money than I do . . . on the other hand, I’m younger and taller (Wikipedia lists him as 5’10”).
It gives one pause . . .
Joshua Bell is a violinist, one of the world’s greatest classical musicians. The Washington Post a few years ago did an experiment where they put him in a DC metro station wearing a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt and a Washington Nationals baseball cap. Like a street musician. He’s got an open violin case in front of him so people can put money in.
It’s about 8 a.m. on a Friday, morning rush hour. He plays for 45 minutes, and 1,097 people pass through the area where he’s playing.
Before watching the video, you may want to consider out of that many people — more than 1,000 — how many will recognize the quality for what it is? How many will stop and listen? How much money will he make?
Before you answer, keep in mind that he’s not going to play popular tunes that a lot of people will recognize. He’s not going to play Star Wars, he’s not going to play Disney songs. That’s not the experiment. These are enduring masterpieces.
The piece you’ll hear at the beginning is “Chaconne” by Bach. It’s like the Stairway to Heaven of violin solos. Brahms, also a famous composer — not as famous as Bach but still pretty famous — said: “If I imagined that I could have created, even conceived the piece, I am quite certain that the excess of excitement and earth-shattering experience would have driven me out of my mind.”
The violin he’s playing is a Stradivarius handcrafted in 1713. Price tag? $3.5 million. So he’s got a good fiddle. That’s not the problem.
Americans . . . we’re busy, busy, busy. It’s amazing, funny and dismaying at the same time.
In 45 minutes, seven people stopped what they were doing to listen for at least a minute, 27 gave money for a total of $32.17. That leaves 1,070 people who completely ignored what was happening right in front of them.
As it happens, exactly one person recognized Bell. She enters the video around the 1:35 mark. For the record her name is Stacy Furukawa, a demographer at the Commerce Department.
“It was the most astonishing thing I’ve ever seen,” Furukawa said. “Joshua Bell was standing there playing at rush hour, and people were not stopping, and not even looking, and some were flipping quarters at him! I was thinking, Omigosh, what kind of a city do I live in that this could happen?”
Well, she lives in one of the (allegedly) most cultivated cities in America. This is not Bakersfield . . . it’s not Des Moines, Iowa. No offense to people from Iowa but in Iowa they’d just call the cops and have the guy thrown out of there.
What I was hoping you might contemplate is — what might we be missing in our haste to catch the subway, get to work, meet expectations, prove that we belong and keep up with all the minutiae of life?
What might we be missing that’s right in front of us and we’re failing to see the beauty of it?
Sometimes I feel I know
how the story ends
But I go
through the motions anyways
And try to forget
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Unless you reserve tickets well in advance, entry to the Broad is handled via a standby line, which, when we showed up Saturday morning, was about an hour wait, i.e., the museum opened at 10 a.m. and we got in about 11:00.
Because the standby line is in direct sunlight, Broad staff thoughtfully hand out umbrellas to anyone in the queue who wants one. (They do ask for the umbrellas back when you enter.)
The Infinity Mirrored Room is an experiential artwork . . . one visitor at a time enters the room for 45 seconds. It requires a separate reservation which you can make, pending availability, after entering the museum.
Once you get signed up with your name and cell phone, you get a text when it’s your turn to see the room. Our reservation came with a wait time of 4 hours and 35 minutes. Good to know.
That gave us enough time to take in the rest of the museum, and walk across the street to MOCA and take in their entire offering.
A couple of differences between the Broad and MOCA:
- MOCA is more museum-y. It makes you feel like whispering. The Broad is more open, playful and fun.
- Admission to the Broad is free. MOCA costs 12 bucks.
After wrapping up MOCA and heading back to the Broad, we were able to get an update on our Infinity Mirrored Room wait time. We were prepped to get some lunch and come back if we had to wait out the full 4-1/2 hours, but no: only 15 minutes left! Total wait was only about 3 hours.
Here’s a few photos:
It sounds like a prank, putting chile powder in someone’s coffee. To be honest, the chile is a bit punishing on the palate, but then coffee itself is a punisher, pummeling its consumers into a state of heightened alertness.
So while I wouldn’t order another chile mocha myself, I can understand how some masochists might appreciate the extra kick.
The girl at Starbucks greeted me by name this morning, which surprised me because she’s still pretty new.
“How do you remember people’s names so fast?” I asked.
She kind of shrugged it off . . . “If I see someone enough times, I remember.”
“I know your name, of course. Sophia. But it’s easier for me because they’re are only a few employees to remember.”
“And we wear these name tags.”
“Yeah, that too.”
If we have data, let’s look at data. If all we have are opinions, let’s go with mine.
I overheard a couple people discussing IVF today . . . here in Southern California the cost apparently runs $15,000 – $20,000 for a single IVF cycle, which of course includes no guarantee of success.
When my wife and I decided to have a child, I knocked her up on the first try. Just wanted to put that on the record . . .
First time I remember seeing this on a web form:
Possible UI design trend: no more dropdowns or radio buttons for Gender, replace by sliders.
I don’t mean hypothetically, I mean I literally want to buy an EpiPen from you right now. My kid got stung by a bee, his face is swelling up like a balloon and his lungs are about to shut down.
Not to mention, $600 for a life-saving treatment seems like a pretty good bargain to me.
Hillary Clinton has called for reducing the price of EpiPens. Hillary Clinton has never lifted a finger in a productive enterprise in her life. She will not sell you an EpiPen no matter how much you want or need one.
If the amoral profiteers at Mylan have an obligation to sell cheap EpiPens, why doesn’t Hillary Clinton? Why don’t you?
. . . if you show college students a video of Randy Newman, Tom Petty, Jackson Browne and John Fogerty, they won’t recognize any of them.