Leopard Wiki Server

I suppose I should first do some research to see if the wiki server that comes with Leopard Server is open-source or licensed or whatever, but for now, suffice it to say that it erases every last nasty thing about contributing to a wiki.

Lots of Javascript and excellent graphics make me all the more psyched about the SproutCore-based applications that you’ll get with MobileMe.

Very nice. My world should change significantly after .Mac transfers to Mobile Me.

As for my own development, well, someone with the experience to speak on such matters offered the following advice:

  • 64-bit
  • Computationally expensive
  • Graphically intensive.

If your requirements include any of those things, write a native (Cocoa) app. If none do, write a web app.

I’ve never much liked anything to do with a serious application inside a browser window. I never EVER write long pieces in a web text field for fear of losing it all (e.g., I have used a blogging client—two, now—ever since I started blogging). For those of you keeping blogs, I highly recommend ecto and MarsEdit (oh, and check out Red Sweater Software’s other offerings. Daniel Jalkut is a brilliant developer.)

There’s so much more you can do with a local client than in a blogger or typepad web editor, like add Amazon references or graphics by a built-in search function. And indie developers are some of the best out there.

For example, Wil Shipley of Delicious Software is the smartest man on earth (and probably a space alien—he’d have to be). If you’re not a Mac user, go to an Apple store—or find a friend who’s a Mac user—and download the demo of Delicious Library. Oh, and bring a book or a CD or DVD with you just to try out the built-in barcode scanning. If this app doesn’t make you want a Mac yesterday, well, Microsoft has won.

Unaccustomed As I Am

Today was a day when I awoke to an early alarm and got myself on my way to BART and then to the East Bay. It felt like a morning-commute kind of morning, but intents and purposes were at odds with the Typicals and the Normals.

“You are only you and that’s a very brave thing to show the world.” — “Saint Chola” by K. Kvashay-Boyle

Who am I today? Who is it to be shown to that small portion of the world this morning, the one that matters? That’s a Dear Diary page yet to be written here in the back seat of a BART car, a seat that upon leaving the City will have me facing the City. Yes, that quirk of mine still exerts itself.

There are iPod ads all over the Powell Street Station, Apple’s magical genius cut from aluminum and electronica, glass and magic, and Apple is not who I am today—though I’m wearing one of their caps.

Ads for saving Darfur are all around Montgomery Street Station, but who I am right now doesn’t exist outside the EaseInEaseOut shape of the segment of BART tracks from here to my There.

Embarcadero Station has snarky sneaky-peek ads, incongruous and prescient. The aptness is ridiculous and haunting.

We’re under the waters of the Bay now, carving two more traffic lanes between the City ad Oakland. It’s always loud and my ears always pop. It’s a tossup on which feels better: quiet pressure or open cacophony. More portents.

<br/> The Trip Back

Enlightenment. A new window opens. That’s not exactly right, for the window was always there, but the view was never deemed worthy of more than cursory glances: We already knew what’s out there.

But we didn’t. Any given New World comes from nowhere but the Old World, just seen with better eyes, heard with better ears and pondered with extreme care and absent conceit. And didn’t we all know that all along?

Heaven is a city much like San Francisco, wherever your own version of San Francisco situates itself on a map and no matter what it’s called.

Wisdom is a gift that comes in odd shaped boxes and, absent foil and paper and bows, we often mistake it for something we already think we know.