Yes, I know. No matter how much I tell you that the Spring Classics are beautiful, no matter how much I tell you that the Giro D'Italia and Vuelta Espana are very important races, no matter how much I suggest that the ProTour really has changed pro cycling, you still really just want to hear about Lance and the Tour de France.
Personally, I pray for a better nickname. pMacs? IMacs? Er, that's taken...IntelliMacs?
Looks like it's going to be MacIntel.
For those of you don't understand my inside jokes, an explanation: yesterday Apple dropped the (widely-predicted) bombshell that starting sometime in 2006, new Macs will ship with Intel CPUs inside instead of PowerPC chips.
Robert Cringely, in his latest column, proposes an idea for countering phishing, the type of fraud that sends those fake PayPal, eBay, credit card, and bank requests to "update" your account data so the bad guys can steal it.
His proposal? Poison the incoming data. If everyone responds, but responds with fake data, the few respondents who gullibly enter real data will be lost in a sea of crap.
I'll actually be there a little early tonight, probably around 6. All the cool kids are going, you should too.
Heather, Karl?
First off, don't forget: Fatburger, 1101 Denman, 1830h on Wednesday, June 1.
Second, I got into a rant that started after some foodie got annoyed that Rob Feenie appeared in an ad for White Spot. The rant was not that interesting (to wit: White Spot is old school), but I started thinking about the ephemeral nature of Vancouver's restaurants.
Eliding out the boring or unpleasant bits, here was my afternoon:
-Test-drove a Mitsubishi Eclipse convertible with The Lovely One as the afternoon turned hot and sunny. It was TLO's first ride in a convertible.
-Returned home, made a G&T for myself, which I then used to lubricate the grilling process. Looked up the proper grilling technique for bratwurst on the new laptop ("Panoptibiblio," or the all-seeing iBook) while I sat on the patio waiting for the grill to heat up.
-Sat on the back deck grilling brats, drinking gin, and amusing the dog.
The construction of The Whip (among other excuses) has left me not training as hard as I should have been. On the other hand, I have done 3 training races in two weeks. Let's look at the outcomes.
Race 1: Tuesday nighter, May 17: attacked too much, got spat out the back of the pack during the sprint. Suck Factor 5.
Not much to say. The Whip still cracks, Dog is still here, and everything is copacetic.
So I guess that means it's time to try Fatburger.
The Place: Fatburger, 1101 Denman St., Vancouver. That's downtown.
The Date: Wednesday, June 1, 2005, 6:30 pm. Dinner, followed by unspecified shenanigans. Probably dessert or a walking tour of downtown.
All invited, RSVPs to me appreciated but not necessary.
A few idle thoughts:
-The BC Liberals got the usual benefit of our electoral system, a comfy legislative majority from 46% of the vote. The NDP's 41% of the vote tracked their seat take uncannily.
STV looks like it went down to defeat, which makes me sad. Oh well.
Of Belinda Stronach, I don't have anything useful to say. I don't think much of her decision, which I think was cravenly opportunistic, and I say as one who does not have a philosophical objection to floor-crossing per se.
