We Went And Saw Some Mountains

Kate and I spent a week stomping around Colorado, hanging out in Fort Collins and ascending into the dizzying airs of Rocky Mountain National Park.

There are many more photos to be seen in this set on Flickr.

Notch Top Mountain

Fern Lake With Feldspars

For Distant Viewing

We will shock you.

Setlist, 08/10/09 – 08/22/09

San Francisco CA > Minneapolis MN > Grand Island NE > Sidney NE > Fort Collins CO > Estes Park CO > Rocky Mountain National Park > Fort Collins CO > Cheyenne WY > Kearney NE > Des Moines IA > Minneapolis MN > Madison WI > Bloomington IL > Bloomington IN

It’s been a long two weeks.

Directions to Mark’s Work

Out to vine. Cross vine, straight to welding. Right side of welding. Two-track entry to nature. Entry behind. Natural area. Straight. Between ponds. Fenced-in area. Right of chain link fence. Straight. Little hill. Up it. On top of berm along river. Left on dirt single track, fifty feet to railroad tracks. Left to get on rails, cross river on rails. Immediately to right is Mark’s building.

After a lovely summer…

Tomorrow is my last day at Adaptive Path.

Tomorrow is the last day I ride Spry through San Francisco.

I’m gonna try real hard not to cry.

This is so wrong.

Saw this ad on CNN.com today, and honestly I’ve spent the better part of the day trying to parse the metaphor.

AccuQuote Ad - If you died today, life insurance could be your family's prince charming.

The more you think about it, the weirder it gets.

“Talking to Yourself” Selected as San Francisco’s Favorite Pastime

It narrowly beat out “driving a Prius”, “pissing on the sidewalk”, and “being a huge dick every time you get behind the wheel and pulling U-turns in the middle of the fucking block”.

Mindflayer

In the context of how analog interactions tie into human experience and perception, Jared just pointed me to Henri Bergson’s Time and Free Will: An Essay on the Immediate Data of Consciousness.

All I can say is, holy shit. My long-dormant love for philosophy just rocketed so hard to the front of my consciousness that it threatens to break through my forehead.

Things are about to get interesting.

Did I mention I love my job?

Andrew suggests an explosion.

Scope

Home Sweet Home

Maybe you’ve already heard, but I recently helped launch Adaptive Path’s new home page. A few of the other kind folks at the office designed it, and I cut it up into its hot-and-buttery front-end code. I used 960.gs for the pixel-perfect CSS grid system, and cooked up some slick back-end code for streaming our recent essays and blog posts into their proper sections.

What’s more, I wrote some tight little scripts to hit up our Twitter feed and pull down our most recent tweets. Javascript implementations are nice for low-volume sites, but when you get as much traffic as AP you need something a bit more robust. I developed a lightweight caching module that wraps around our call to the Twitter API, keeping our tweets fresh without hitting Twitter on every single (insanely frequent) page load.

Meanwhile, I’ve pretty much been living at Musée Mécanique the last two weekends, digesting their incredible collection of antique coin-operated arcade machines. While these pictures certainly won’t leave that familiarly cold smell of metal on your hands after you’re done handling them, I’ve nevertheless been dropping my observations into a set on Flickr.

Drop Coin Here

The Cail-O-Scope

Love Tester

Grope

Musée Mécanique

Musée Mécanique

Baseball Score-Board

Usability is not User Experience

And the words are not to be used interchangeably.

…just had to get that off my chest.