#jwz

Turns out that our headlining DJ last night, Alan Braxe, has a bladder control problem. That's the generous explanation for why he decided, in the middle of his DJ set, to turn around and piss on our back-wall curtain instead of using the restroom which is twenty feet away.

He's telling you the story of, "If you bust your ass and don't sleep, you'll get rich" because the only way that people in his line of work get richer is if young, poorly-socialized, naive geniuses believe that story! Without those coat-tails to ride, VCs might have to work for a living. Once that kid burns out, they'll just slot a new one in.

"Let's take a moment to ponder this version and the Alto version, and just how many wasted instructions, layers of abstraction, frameworks, toolkits and outright cruft have gotten between the algorithm and the frame buffer in the intervening twenty-seven years. This program makes my phone hot. Hot, I tell you. "

"This is my first application for the Palm Pre. It's a simple restaurant tip calculator. I wrote it because there wasn't one, and it seemed an easy way to learn how to write apps for this phone. "

"I've decided to start putting together a weekly mixtape: a cassette-tape-sized chunk of music that I enjoy, and that you should enjoy too. Some will be new, some old."

"For the next five minutes, you are permitted to lose your inhibitions and go wild. Do whatever you like."

"I bought an iMac, and now I play my music with iTunes. ... Dear Slashdot: please don't post about this. Screw you guys."