Friday, September 11, 2009

Black Turtleneck and Jeans--Hold the Belt

Steve Jobs returned to the Apple stage this week a weakened man, but for anyone who's felt a connection to the guy and his company for the last 12 years, his appearance lit a match under our rain-soaked (if you're on the east coast) hearts.

The story is pretty familiar by now: mercurial founder returns to reinvent and revitalize flagging company. But it sure didn't seem that way, at least for a while in the beginning of his second go 'round.

As someone who became an Mac/Apple aficionado in the early-to-mid-'90s, witnessing not just the transformation of the Mac itself but the entire reinvention of the Apple brand has been kind of a whirlwind. For a decent portion of the '90s, Apple made mistake after mistake, and the company and its flagship product were regarded as a bit of a joke. The Mac was an endearing yet underpowered and overpriced computer with a paucity of software titles (especially games, a point of which my PC-using friends reminded me constantly). Sticking up for the Mac was kind of a fool's errand, but its largely winning user interface kept me and others in the ranks of its small but rabid following.

In 1995, the company decided to allow other manufacturers to license the Mac OS on their own hardware--a move that birthed a spate of competitors offering faster, cheaper Macs, and injected some much needed life into a platform that seemed doomed to precocious irrelevance. To Mac fans, clones seemed like The Way Forward, a magic ticket to the big show.

Then Jobs showed back up and killed the party. No more clones, he deigned; Apple makes too much money from hardware. For Mac fans, this was a WTF moment of the highest order, before "WTF" was even in the lexicon. Then, oh, what's this? A $150-million deal with Microsoft? Microsoft? Are you kidding? Was nothing sacred to this guy? Jobs seemed inscrutably determined to obliterate his legacy in the blink of an eye--and to take his garage-band company with it.

The rest, as they say, is history (iStory, really). Apple might still be only a minor force when it comes to personal computer market share, but the iMac and iPod long ago took care of the company's underdog tag.

Maybe Obama could take a page from the Jobs playbook. Compromise his immediate popularity in order to cement his legacy by doing something unpopular but wise. In the spirit of Dowd's Less Spocky, More Rocky, how about, er, Less Hobbes, More Jobs? Give it a shot, Barack.

And to Steve, welcome back. You've been missed. You may not be looking too hot these days, but a couple trips to the Sunnyvale In-N-Out should do the trick.

Oh, one more thing--at least you don't look like this guy.

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Thursday, September 03, 2009

Prague Impressions, Part Deux

7) Trams are still great, though it seems they come out with a new model every three months or so. I don't think I rode two identical trams once.
8) Service=surly. I waited long, and corroborated with many, before coming to this conclusion. I'd say it's actually 55 parts surl to 45 parts apathy.
9) It may be at least a week before I'll feel remotely good about paying American prices for American beer.

Home tomorrow. Off to bed for an early wakeup...


Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Early impressions: Prague

I've been in Prague for four days. So far:

1) Lots of smoking. It evokes at times my Russian piano teacher's house (and not in a good way).
2) Fortunately, it is a city with many old, beautiful buildings untouched by the bombs of WWII.
3) Unfortunately, many of these old, beautiful buildings have been touched by McDonald's and Subway.
4) There's a preponderance, which could be construed as a fascination, with odd-looking characters on billboards, store signs, and the like. They're usually crudely-drawn or -3-D-rendered, and look nothing like any living creature (if they do, they're usually in some neon color that would never be found in nature). I'd guess this phenomenon has some connection to the psychedelic-drug-enhanced rave culture that lends one to imagining blue walruses or little green creepy men.
5) The iPhone has yet to make its mark.
6) Trams are great.

Pics on flickr.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Two thoughts on the economy...

... there will be more to follow):

1) This is no time to relax.

2) Tell your friends how much they mean to you.

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Saturday, August 22, 2009

Do you ever find yourself out in public, and you notice someone who looks semi-famous? Not actually semi-famous themselves, but who looks like someone else who's semi-famous? Someone else just notorious enough to be recognized by a good, say, third of the street-walking (no, not just that kind) public? I'll bet you do. And do you also, sometimes, when you see such a person, secretly hope they'll do something public and doltish, providing you with an opportunity to turn and reprimand them in the style of, hmm, oh, "Hey, nice job knocking that old lady over, Guy from Mars Volta?"

You don't? Oh, hmm.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Some musical things, both past and present

I'm currently writing and recording songs with my friend Matt, and we're looking forward to unfurling our creations upon la terra musica before long. We're both ex- of DC-area band The Known Unknowns, for whom I played guitar and sang, and Matt drummed, until May of this year. Our working band name is Le Dog Le Havoc. Don't ask.

We also don't have a website (yet?) Hey, Matt! Do we at least have a myspace page...? We don't? Okay. Um, cool.

Needless, we're totally on top of this shizzle. In the absence of just about any other outlet, watch this space for more, hopefully soon! Or, you know, don't, because our brand of pop schizophrenia is going to be all over the blogosphere, radiosphere, MTVosphere, and probably even the lone boombox in a remote Afghani village. Barring that, you could watch this space.

As for the rest of my musical profile, I also play bass and piano, sang a cappella in college (with these guys--grab their new CD!), and even sang/guitared in a high school rock band (we weren't cool enough to have our own website. We were also in Botswana in the late 90s, where I doubt one would have helped).



Hi, there!

This blog is intended as a repository for the random and not-so; as a sweet (and occasionally sour) spot somewhere in the middle of that fuzzy spectrum bookended by esoteric rambling and prosaic sleepitude.

So, wherefore "africapants?"

Well, there are actual, real pants to collateralize that one. My friend Laila made them for me, out of curtain fabric. The name preceded the pants, however, and I can't for the life of me remember what spit of genius birthed that one. I was born and lived in Africa, and I enjoy wearing pants much of the time. We'll leave it at that. Also, curtain fabric doesn't breathe too well.

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