Victoria

On Saturday I headed up to Victoria, BC for a day trip to visit some good friends. The weather forecast was good, but as the Victoria Clipper IV pulled away from Seattle’s Pier 69 all we could see was fog. Thick, thick, fog. We made our way up Puget Sound and into the Strait of Juan de Fuca at a very reduced speed, sounding our siren as we went. At we approached Trail Island the weather began to clear, and we entered Victoria Harbour in bright sunshine with a mild breeze. But obviously we were quite late: it was well after 11, and I was going to have to check in for the return trip by 5.
I met my friends, and after an early lunch we drove out of town to their house. They’ve been there 5 years, during which time they’ve turned it from a “fixer-upper” into a really nice place with lots of character. Mind you, it’s the kind of place that has enough interesting quirks and possibilities that it seems likely to be an unending source of “projects”. ((Assuming that they can find reliable contractors to do the work. This seems to be an omnipresent problem.))
As they showed me over the house, we talked about more immediate plans, and it became clear that 3½ hours would not be sufficient. I decided to see if I could extend my visit, so I called Victoria Clipper to ask them to rebook me on one of the Sunday sailings. Incredibly, every sailing was sold out. Oh, well: I’ll just have to plan a longer visit in the spring.
By now it was after 2, so we went on a scenic tour, starting with Government House and Gonzalez Hill Park. From the top of the hill, I took a series of pictures to be stitched into a panorama. (Warning: file is 5.5MB.) ((It’s not a complete panorama: the view to the south was obscured by trees and bright sunlight. Towards the right (east) end of the picture, you can just make out the snowy peak of Mount Baker, the most northerly of the US Cascades.))
Victoria Panorama
Then we drove along the south coast, from Uplands to downtown Victoria. It felt rather like a cross between the English Devon coast and Carmel in California, and the house prices seemed to match! We prowled around the extraordinary Shoal Point building, one of the most advanced “green” projects in the worlds, covered in playful gargoyles and stone carvings. One final stop for espresso and pastries, and it was time for me to check in for my return trip. Fortunately the fog had completely burned off, and the Clipper made good time back to Seattle.

Criminalizing hopscotch

NYPD: Keeping citizens safe from those evil hopscotch-playing children:

Since when is a kid’s chalk drawing “graffiti”? Since the City Council passed local law 111 in 2005, which defined “graffiti” as “any letter, word, name, number, symbol, slogan, message, drawing, picture, writing … that is drawn, painted, chiseled, scratched, or etched on a commercial building or residential building.”

And that, apparently, includes drawing in chalk on the sidewalk/pavement.

Welcome to the cool world of Mac users who don't have to drive ;-)

Steve‘s move to Songbird is more than just a change of job. First, he’s become a Mac user! And second, he’s said goodbye to traffic jams on 880 and the Bay bridges:

But damn if the commute to SF isn’t a helluva lot nicer (and a lot more fun…. riding a skateboard is orders of magnitude better than sitting idling spitting out noxious fumes on 880). Seriously, I don’t drive my car on weekdays anymore…. and that is just lovely.

"You Picked Me"

I’ve got this song stuck in my head: “You Picked Me” by A Fine Frenzy (a.k.a. Alison Sudol).

I heard it playing in Starbucks yesterday, and used the new iTunes/Starbucks service to buy the album and download it to my iPhone. The service works just fine, although the download is a little slower than on my PowerBook. (The iPhone does a track at a time, rather than keeping three connections going in parallel.)

Mekons: Superb!

Just got back from seeing the Mekons at the Town Hall Seattle. Fabulous show, but in completely the wrong setting. There were about 150 people, in the centre of a much larger auditorium, with no beer. The members of the band sipped their bottles of Red Stripe and taunted us! And it was billed as a quiet acoustic set, but they still rocked out! We should have been packed into a smoky club with benches, sawdust on the floor, and pints of bitter, singing along with them…
Oh well, never mind. It was still one of the most enjoyable shows I’ve been to. Even though I’ve never heard them live or owned any of their recordings, it all felt oddly, comfortably familiar – from the angry numbers about Maggie Thatcher (“TINA”) and the Miners’ Strike, to their alt-country material, to their newest songs. To hell with categories. Quirky personalities, great musicianship, memorable songs. We all had a wonderful time.

Dawkins on Dennett

Here’s ‘a lovely tribute to Dan Dennett by Richard Dawkins:

Since the deaths of Bill Hamilton and John Maynard Smith, I have been rather short of intellectual heroes to consult on difficult questions. Thank goodness we still have Dan Dennett.

Yes indeed. All heroes should be teachers. Looking back on it, Dan’s Philosophy of Mind course that I took in 2005 was one of the most important passages of my life. In the words of Walt Whitman, such experiences raise us up and then “level that lift, to pass and continue beyond.”