The Man Who Wasn’t There was easily the most beautiful Coen Brothers movie to date. It looked as if they had Ansel Adams as their director of photography. The movie was typical top quality stuff from the Coens, as they create wonderfully interesting characters and plunge them into a twisting tale of murder. Billy Bob Thorton was also perfectly cast in the lead role.
Now I have to figure out how they got such great lighting and created such a high contrast look.
Ever since I visited a Krispy Kreme for the first time a few short months ago, I’ve thought about them a lot. Peter brought up a recent industry article about them, which provoked me to finally write down my thoughts on their branding strategy. I love the doughnuts, but the store design, logo design, and brand positioning has always impressed me more.
Some photos from the past week. They’re a bit out of order. The first seven were taken on Tuesday, around the Golden Gate Bridge on a rare sunny, fog-free day. Then there are shots from Thanksgiving at Kay’s brother’s house, then some shots from the SF Car show the next day, and lastly a couple more pics from yesterday. I really need to take a look at my photo system’s sorting mechanism.
Right now at the Castro Theater here in San Francisco, 2001 is playing a limited run in a remastered giant 70mm format. It’s only being shown on a few screens in this country (I believe it has gone through Seattle, will go to LA and NY and that’s it) so see it while you can.
I hate to admit it at this late age, but it was the first time I saw the entire film.
I stumbled upon an article at the Sacramento Bee site the other day, and I was struck with how beautiful, simple, and functional the design is (here’s an article page). They use mostly CSS and text for the interface, so it loads fast, and the dhtml toolbar offers quick visual customization and common tasks for readers. It’s a nice adaptation of recent technologies to make a site both better looking and more useful for users. It’s just plain smart design.
It’s a far cry from the old days of using technology for the sake of technology on sites (much like Flash is still used on many sites today). I hate to say it, but I like the Sacramento Bee site more than the International Herald Tribune (although I think John Weir is a genius, some of the technology/interface elements distract from reading the articles at IHT, like the sliding top bar).
I’ve gotten about 15 virus loaded messages today and I think I figured out a way to filter them directly to the trash without harming my normal mail. The messages all look identical to me in Eudora, they’re completely blank except for a multipart inline attachment of some sort. You can’t contact the infected person because the virus, as it propigates, rewrites the From line to be the user’s first name and last name preceded by an underscore. That’s how I found a way to filter it out, by searching for that initial “_” character.
Create a new filter, and look for “
I taught everyone a lesson tonight, and now I pass it along to you: never play Monopoly against the unemployed.
After I quietly got two corners built up with hotels, I started making Monty Burns look like UNICEF. The other players had to mortgage something just to tell time. I counted my hundreds of dollars with glee and by the end of the game I owned the whole board less 3 properties.
Never mess with the unemployed.
I am MetaFilter Man.
It’s a pretty brief bit on how MetaFilter came to be. Although I’m a fan of Todd Hido’s work, the magazine picked a fairly lame pic to use for this. Though it’s always fun to get in a mentioned in a magazine, especially one you like. Bonus points for Todd getting the t-shirt in the shot.
The meteors were pretty good, even though it was cold, damp, foggy, and kind of bright where we watched them. If I would have known farther in advance, I would have headed out a few hundred miles to fully enjoy them. We probably saw a hundred or so while we were out. It was hyped up to be a once in a lifetime event, but last night’s experience was about on par with a few other nights I’ve spent outside watching meteors.
Probably the most shocking thing that night was this:
being stuck in traffic at 3:30 in the morning, trying to cross the Golden Gate Bridge back into the city along with several hundred other stargazers.