I almost forgot to post this. I hope everything went well when she met Sara Diamond today. I know the computer was giving her a hard time.

This is Trebor's newest work - a database driven site about manhattan.



I realy like the concept. I have been working on similar code for the Elmwood site. You can expect something similar in the near future.

24dollarisland.com -

Today, I went to go see Sara Diamond, the director of the Banff New Media Institute speak at UB. She was pretty fantastic. I really wanted to scehdule a meeting with her but i felt like I had nothing to offer. I mean she is so pro globalization and I am so focused on localization.

During the speach she was talking about students texting during classes, and being able to think on multiple levels and multitask. I was actually recording the whole speach in little notes to post to the site. There was a lot of great information about merging scientists and artists in collaboration. Unfortunaelt, when I went to send the journal to the site, my phone lost service for some reaosn and it got deleted mid-way. That was the first time the technology really failed me. I mean I had an hours worth of great insite nd lost it all in a click.

Here are some sites that se mentioned.

Banff new media center - The art center she directs

Horizonzero -
Digital Art Culture Online Magazine. Some of the issues are insane.

Codezebra - Her perosnal site/program that organizes data visualization and communication between groups of people.

Sharemyworld - Site about the situation of the black male.

Note to self - please learn java immediately.

Last night we attended two Dingus Day celebrations thanks to emily's party tip. Matthew is Polish and so he was excited to see his people en masse. Who would have ever thought that Polish people were such serious partiers? Who would have ever thought that Matthew was allergic to pussy willow. I guess its appropriate.



There were so many people out at the Hearth Stone Manor. All three banquet rooms were connected together and it was more packed than any wedding I have ever seen. At first I figured it would be all old people but it wasn't.

Aftewards we went down to some Polish club on the east side. I think it may have been a Polish Falkon club or something. A man there had a giant Polish historical collection. It was neat to see. I guess there is a museum upstairs that is open on weekdays. Unfortunately, we missed the Polish music and traditional dancing. I ended up getting really drunk because the guy at the bar was not really a bar tender. I asked for Gin and he asked me what it was, and then asked if Vodka was ok. I said sure and he gave me a glass of vodka dn acted as if it was really normal. So I drank it. Whoa, thankfully there was food - Polish sausage to be exact.

To add the recent unconfortable social moments that make me never want to go out in Buffalo. I ended up seeing some people from high school who I did not expect made it very far in life, so to play it safe, I played down my life. Then it turned out they were sucessful and I just looked like an idiot.

>>update: I just noticed there is something wrong with the inlink below. I will fix it today at some point. It works but it says the wrong journal name.

>>>update: fixed

Chai,
(e:chaibiscoot,11) That is the scariest story I have ever heard. I think I would have promptly had an aneurism and died. Not that I amscared of hjaving done something wrong. But I definately am scarred of them fucking up and confusing me for someone else. WHat a nightmare. All I have to say is the cops have often caused problems for me and my friends without just cause. Especially border guard cops. Anyways, I have yet to have one nice expereince where a cop help[ed me.

One day Terry, Matthew, and I were attacked at knifepoint by a gang of hispanics at south elmwood. It was so scary. They blockewd off the one way street with their SUVs and then proceded to attacvk us. Me and Matthew got in the car. I had two choices, run them over or get stabbed. Unfrotunately, there were about 10 of them and Terry, the idiot, was outside the car. So I figured if I ran them over they would kill him.

They ended up stabbing out our tires and terry managed to get in/. We drove on flat tires backwards down the one way into the ghetto. Then got out of the car and started running and hiding. We survived and found a friend who gave us a ride home. On the way down elmwood, we saw some police and described what happend. They were at the police donought head quarters at mobil on elmwood and Lexington.

They would not do anything. It seemed like they didn't care, were uninterested in taking a report and were truly eating donoughts. Fuck that.

Another time my crazy neighbor across the street threatened to kill the disabled woman next store because she asked him to stop beating a cat to death. He told her she was next and started calling her a fucking bitch, etc. So I called the police and they asked if anyone was stabbed or shot. I said no, and they said there was nothing they could do and that she needs to egt a restraining order. I told her we would watch out for her. She went inside.