The OS is dark and handsome. It’s really quite exciting. Like the Zune’s interface, it’s artfully done. The beautifully-rendered shadow effects and transparency give Vista a greater “depth” than OS X, which looks a little flat and well… old fashioned in comparison. I know this is because Vista’s new and novel, but it makes OS X look dated.
There’s a bunch of interface features I wish Apple would copy. Vista’s widgets, called “Gadgets,” are always on top – a vast improvement over having to hit a hotkey to see them.
Vista’s icons are big and colorful, and frankly, a lot more logical and easy to read than some of OS X’s, like the intelligible iWeb icon.
I like the way Windows Explorer file browser has a “back” button, web browser style.
I can’t tell if this sort of thing is a snarlingly sarcastic parody of the garden variety Windows enthusiast or if it’s for real. At least, not right away. It takes a few precious seconds I could be spending reading communications about things that don’t include misuse of the word “intelligible” (which is what gave my “snarling sarcasm or not” bayesian routine pause) or what must no doubt be finely delineated conceptions of a ‘back’ button, which Finder most definitely has.
The headline was what sucked me in: “Running Vista on a Mac.” Plus it had this deck in the RSS feed: “Mac users seem quite excited about Microsoft’s long-awaited-but-little-anticipated Vista. The new Intel Macs are great machines for running it.”
I thought maybe there’d be some measured consideration of which Intel Macs are great machines for running it, which is completely my fault because this is Wired, and so they’re not going to bother their pretty heads with details like that when everyone knows the bestest Macs for running it would have to be the bestest Macs, since that’s all someone at Wired would have.
See? Now they’re making me do it.
Also, fuck Salon both for its choice of headlines when normal, mainstream, job-holding, non-puppet-waving middle class people like me and my wife were out marching three goddamn years ago and for quoting Wonkette as some sort of barometer on what’s worth complaining about. Fuck Wonkette, for that matter, for being about nothing more than despising sincerity even more than it (can’t say she … “she” is long gone) despises hypocrisy.
I mean, really.
The organizers, however, still seemed to have a little trouble focusing. The list of speakers they handed out to the press was more than 40 people long and included, in addition to four House Democrats and a number of actors — Danny Glover, Susan Sarandon and, yes, Jane Fonda and Tim Robbins, a number of off-topic speakers, including two from the U.S. Campaign to End the Israeli Occupation, Kim Gandy, president of the National Organization for Women, Umuna Ghismay of the People’s Hurricane Relief Fund and 12-year-old Moriah Arnold. Because of the long roster of speakers, the march started 45 minutes late.
And there were still some of the kind of colorful, not ready for Middle America displays that these protests are known for: a sign reading, “Will give blow job for impeachment”; a man in a gorilla suit carrying a sign that read, “Another gorilla against the escalation”; the occasional whiff of marijuana smoke; the odd, pointless dash of 30 or so black-clad anarchists into the crowd, waving black flags and screaming. And, of course, plenty of drum circles.
Yes … yes … definitely not the sorts we’d want to be seen marching next to. Grievances against an unjust and brutal war should be aired by the professional class, and should be limited strictly to premises we can all agree on. More posters of willy pete burns and kids with their arms blown off, less off-topic stuff like Israel! No one gets that!
Some days, despite my putative presence in its ranks, I wish the middle class would just get on with stuffing itself up its own corpulent ass and suffocating as it tries to choke out just one more foppish attempt at “wry observation.”