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This project is extraordinary in many ways, not least for its ambitions to inter one of the most active stretches of highway in the country in the middle of one of the densest cities without shutting down either highway or city, or for its well-publicized 460%, $11.5 billion budget overrun. But its potential for positive consequences for the quality of life in Boston is what makes it interesting to me. In particular, I think that we as a society have forgotten that city life can be pleasant and can include a strong sense of local community, and I think that it can.

So, the Beyond the Big Dig program was a joint project between WCVB, MIT and The Boston Globe to help determine what will become of the twenty-seven acres of prime real estate that will be freed up once the hideous route 93 skyway comes down.

It is sad that two media entities have to get together in an act of "civic journalism" to stimulate and organize popular involvement in a governmental decision of the most physical and obvious local significance. We really do have very little public engagement in government in this country, even in one of the most liberal and well-educated cities in the US.

Most plainly offensive, the entire event was televised and broadcast live to the WCVB viewing audience, and consequently wholly structured around the task of producing a television show. For the first thirty minutes, in fact, those of us seated in Faneuil hall — under portraits of Washington and Lincoln — were subjected to commercial interruptions in full video and audio, a ridiculous scene with Senator Kennedy and Michael Dukakis shifting in their seats and chatting with the people next to them, a room-wide murmur growing until the WCVB engineers played a tune to signal that they were beginning again, and we all dutifully fell silent and looked around the room to see where the cameras were positioned, were we on TV?

Public space in Sevilla.

Oh, but one interesting thing we found out is that Dukakis looks about three decades younger than his nearly seventy years. 10 July 200210 July 2002

Aaron Weber.

At the Model.

In Faneuil hall.

Maddog in Ottawa, drinking Yerba Mate.

From the top of the Prudential center.

Passing through New York.

Tortuguero airstrip, Costa Rica.

Jeff Waugh in 10-250.

At the summit.

One of the things about GNOME is that there exists this whole set of active & vibrant projects which sit on what you might call the periphery of the "GNOME community," these large satellite projects like Galeon and Gaim and GStreamer, and historically we have done a terrible job of getting all of these projects to work together, to consider themselves a part of the core desktop. I think this is in part a tendency to clique in the GNOME project and in part a desire of those independent projects not to depend on core GNOME libraries, not to be considered part of GNOME so that they do not lose potential users who might choose KDE. There are other reasons too, and other interactions happening here, but I think that these are some of the principal ones.

And the effect of open source cliquishness is that the user loses: the desktop as an umbrella project misses the opportunity to do the kinds of deep integration that make for a rich, fully-integrated user experience. Things like being able to right click in the file manager and send a file to a buddy with your instant messenger or to have a unified set of bookmarks between your browser and your file manager.

Chris Blizzard.

The energy level here is very high (though perhaps that is in part for me a personal high) and this morning I was surprised to see after Jeff Waugh's talk a rational discussion ensue between the sixty or seventy people assembled there in the room, large groups of smart and opinionated people usually being incapable of engaging in those sorts of activities without undergoing a rapid devolution toward stupid and partisan infighting. But there was none of that this morning and in fact I think there was a sense that we are all in fact on the same page, which to me even after the positive experience of GAUD3C in Sevilla this April, was a pleasing surprise.

Thomas and Andy, two of the GStreamer guys.

Dave Camp held a workshop on extending Nautilus through scripts & views, which I did not attend but which people seemed excited about. Nautilus does have a rather powerful extension architecture, and so hopefully we'll start to see some of that actually get employed in the next few weeks. 20 July 200220 July 2002

Thomas Stichele running the GNOME Media Player workshop.

Havoc and Miguel.

The whole group, at the closing session.

(Election promise fulfilled.) 22 July 200222 July 2002 Tired and cranky today.

One morning in Costa Rica earlier this year I woke up on a couch in a small wooden house by the side of the ocean. The place belonged to the bartender who worked at the restaurant where I was drinking the night before; I'd been too deep into drink to make it back to my hotel in the next town, and so I crashed at his place instead. He was an American, previously a marketing executive who ran his firm's Seattle, San Francisco and LA offices. Some time ago he'd burned out, gotten fired and fled to the Caribbean coast to write "the worst American novel" and tend bar.

As I lay there on the couch blinking into the little shafts of sunlight that came through the window in the spaces between the shutters, I heard him washing dishes in the next room and singing,

and then he started to laugh and said to himself, "Holy shit! I do live in a shotgun shack!"

The Fiat is out of the shop again; Alex picked it up late last week. The kind people at European Motosports replaced the main brake cylinder, the fan switch and several cooling system valves. It's nice to have it back. 23 July 200223 July 2002 So, the Fiat was towed yesterday with $460 in outstanding parking tickets, almost all of which were Alex's.

I've had to spend some time looking for an apartment this week. My grand plan of buying a fight-club style house somewhere in Boston has been stymied by the fact that, as it turns out, you need to have a downpayment to buy a house. So I've been poring over craigslist and generally trying to avoid realtors.

Last night I called about a place in Porter Square, in Cambridge, and a woman with a thick Chinese accent answered the phone. Most of what she said was nearly incomprehensible to me, even though the last two years of working in a massively mulinational company have trained me to decode many different accents. But there was one part I understood clearly:

Lady: So what you do make living?

Me: Well, I started a software company about two years ago, and...

Lady: You CEO! You cook books! I lose lot of money at worldcom!

Me: No, no, no, I'm not the CEO anymore, I-

Lady: You CEO! You all cook books! All CEO cook books!

Taylor, one lazy Sunday morning in Cape Cod.

Joe sitting in my living room, back in October.

In college, I used to stay up for days at a time — I think the record was 96 hours once — surely I can handle a single night of sleeplessness now. Even though I do have a board meeting at 7am.

David, our CEO, in the room where we have board meetings.

vomit and/or defecate in taxicab: $35.00

On the positive side, last night was our black-tie party: cocktails at the cave, and then a bar crawl in Cambridge.

Joe and Peach.

Blizzard.

Graveley with his Bond-on.

My sister and Taylor cutting a rug.

The Crazy Bambino and Anna.

We ate bananas.

Oh, and a couple days ago, the passenger-side door handle fell off the Fiat. It goes back on, but it doesn't stay. And earlier today, I couldn't seem to find it. 29 July 200229 July 2002 George Soros: "In global capitalism, the only voters are Americans. Brazilians do not vote."