Sarky git

Steve Jobs is on stage in San Francisco, reality-distorting the latest and greatest Apple stuff. I’m in (dark, rainy) Glasgow, watching live text feeds from the presentation (MacRumors wins over MacScoop, so far).

Jobs is introducing the annual update to the ‘iLife’ software suite, of iPhoto, iTunes, iMovie, iDVD, and GarageBand. The new version of the latter finally includes podcasting tools, including the distinctly-nifty ability to record remote interviews over iChatAV. According to MacRumors, Jobs started recording a demonstration podcast:

“Hi, I’m Steve, welcome to my podcast of super-secret Apple rumors.” Oh, very droll. But then he rubs it in; “I’ve got some pretty good sources in Apple.”

Smug. Funny, but smug.

Adobe Lightroom

Somewhat oddly, I still don’t have a digital camera, having singularly failed to save enough pennies for a Nikon D50 (or, more specifically, for some decent lenses for the thing). In a remarkable feat of what would have been called ‘convergence’ two years ago, my mobile phone talks to iPhoto, so I do actually use that package. But I’ve really no call to futz around with the likes of Apple’s Aperture.

Nevertheless, I have, just a little. And it’s a gorgeous application. Very much in keeping with Apple’s other ‘Pro’ apps, it’s aimed squarely at the professional market, with only quite subtle spill-over into the ‘enthusiastic amateur’ bracket. Odd, then, that the interface employs some weird and wild swooshy animated effects. But they seem to make operations clearer rather than obscuring them – there’s distinctly good design taste involved. Aperture is, however, something of a system monster – stories are legion of it bogging down on quad-processor G5s with 4+Gb of RAM, which is rather a far cry from my lowly PowerBook.

Apple, though, has something of a tradition with its high-end packages: make them vaguely work, get them out of the door, then make them really work. Somewhere during that process the hardware catches up, and you have a winning package. Well, it worked with Final Cut Pro – anyone who claims to have used version 1 of that is either not meaning ‘in a professional capacity,’ or is flat-out fibbing. I didn’t encounter the early versions of DVD Studio Pro, but from what I hear the main difference between versions 1 and 2 was that ‘v2 actually worked.’ Motion was another example; v1 was exciting but barely worked, v2 you can actually use in anger.

Aperture, then, is expensive, slow, and finicky… but beautiful, and maybe-just-maybe a groundbreaking piece of software.

Except the ground has clearly been there to be broken for years, and Adobe just extended the strained metaphor by establishing a beachhead. Lightroom is their equivalent to Aperture, and it’s… actually, it’s remarkably similar. It’s nowhere near as slick and polished and whizzy and glossy, but on the other hand it actually works, and feels at home with less than four million pixels of screen space.

What’s entirely unexpected is the way Adobe have released this. They’ve issued a public beta under the ‘Macromedia Labs’ moniker, and that’s distinctly unlike the assumed behaviour of a giant software corporation. It’s also a Mac-first beta release, which is equally unexpected. They’re clearly heading towards a Windows release (there’s no Core Image stuff going on, apparently), but so far as I can tell it’s a Cocoa application, which is… er… well, I didn’t think I’d be seeing that from Adobe in a hurry.

But perhaps most significant is that they’re blogging about the thing. Here’s a lovely story of the software’s development: while it’s clearly intended to put the lie to the idea that Lightroom is a knee-jerk reaction to Aperture, it’s also a rather charming human tale. Meanwhile, here’s a more formal blogged announcement of the package.

Weird. But welcome. As we sit locking away our credit cards, waiting for whatever Jobs is going to announce at MacWorld in four hours’ time – perhaps we’ve seen the beginning of the end of that sort of staged nonsense? It’s one thing when small software houses like Panic (Steven, Cabel) or Ranchero blog about in-development software, but when Adobe start doing it too, I can almost believe the ‘blogs change everything’ meme.

There are more rumblings, too: another blogging Mac dev, Gus Mueller, notes that something like 40% of Lightroom is written in a little-known language called ‘Lua.’ I know very little about Lua – mostly what I’ve read on Gus’ blog, natch – but I have heard it described as ‘the next Ruby,’ in a doubtless similarly-inaccurate manner to the ‘Ruby is the next Python’ and ‘Python is the next Perl’ blatherings.

Curling up with a good font book

One odd aspect of not having had a conventional Christmas is that only now am I catching up with all those ‘review of the year’ type stories. One I stumbled over was Typographica‘s ‘Favourite fonts of 2005‘. Mmmm. Fonts…

If anyone’s feeling outrageously philanthropic in the belated-Christmas-present department (not that there’s any reason you should, but still): FF Maiola Pro, the OpenType Package. Somehow it inhabits the cusp between ‘quirkily bonkers’ and ‘everyday livable.’ I love it.

Pasta

I’m reminded of why I don’t usually buy rigatoni – as they sit bubbling in the pan, they remind me of those deep-sea tube worms that cluster near volcanic vents. Puts me right off my dinner, that does.

Anyway, I’m back in the land of the living. Or at least, the land of those with bandwidth and two working wrists. I’d be posting more, only most of the things I want to write would require longish articles (and I’m not sure my rapidly-recovering RSI is up to that yet), and my remaining recent musings have been even more bizarre than squeamish recoilings from pasta shapes.

More… anon.

Home. Briefly

That was weird. On Thursday/Friday I was in the Ri until about 3:15am, then I went back to the flat and cleaned the bathroom and kitchen. Got up, packed, left, was back in the RI for about 9:15.

We went out live at 7:15, came off air shortly before 8 (hit it on the nail – the PA tells me it was more luck than judgement, but I still think there’s an element of skill involved). Then the wrap party started (lots of speeches). I left at about 10:30, by which time the population counting machine in the lecture theatre was being used as a beer fountain.

At 11pm my train left London; at 6am I was in Glasgow. I just had lunch with friends up here, and now I’m off to Chester for New Year. Then it’s Leeds, then…

I’m sorry, I have absolutely no idea what’s happening with my life.

I rather like it.

IM Help!

It’s ten o’clock at night, and I’m standing at the lecture theatre bench in the Royal Institution. A couple of hours ago, we recorded the second Christmas Lecture here, but now, there are just four of us.

I’m here partly because I’m photocopying scripts for tomorrow, but also because I’m trying to test an iChat connection out to the world (we’re planning to use it tomorrow). It seems to work… but I don’t actually know that. And since I don’t really use instant messaging, I’m a bit scuppered, since I have a tiny tiny buddy list of chums. Only one is online… and he’s somehow contrived to have left his Mac on but not be near his phone. Harrumph.

If anyone reading this can IM me on iChat or AIM as jjsanderson(at)mac.com, that would be fantastic. Preferably right now. If it’s after, say, 2300GMT on 26th December then it’s rather too late.

Thanks!

[update 00:13. Forget it. The router packed in just after I discovered it’s doing some really weird NAT rubbish. Ugh. Came home to catch some sleep.]

Merry Christmas!

This is, I fear, the closest I’ve got to Christmas cards this year… Merry Christmas, all! Have a lovely time.

I’m off to Richmond for a couple of days to see my chum Jack, but more importantly to sleep. I slept 10 hours straight last night, got up, had some food, then… fell asleep again. Bit pathetic, really. But hey, that’s what an eighty hour week does to me. Apparently.

The Christmas Lectures will be fine, I think; it’s largely out of my hands now. Certainly the transformation of the lecture theatre is gorgeous, and I’m hugely impressed with the director, David Coleman. He’s using lots of handheld cameras, and is trading seeing cameras in shot for a greater sense of involvement – it’s much closer to ‘being there’ than is traditional, and all the better for it.

The first three lectures are going to be prerecords, not live, for a whole raft of reasons. But Lectures 4 and 5, on Thursday and Friday, will be live transmissions. Yay!

There’s lots more to say about them, but… well, you’ll have to collar me in person to hear the full story. Meanwhile, enjoy the shows – they’re on Five from Boxing Day, nightly at 7:15pm.

Irritating Microsoft Word Bug of the Day

Word (Office 2004, Mac OS X) counts en-dashes as words, in the document word count. Hyphens aren’t counted. So… correct typography evidently contributes to larger word counts. Idiots.

Yes, I’m still writing the lectures. We’re in rehearsal all this coming week, with a safety pre-record on Tuesday, then we’re going out the week after Christmas. Damned scary right now, but I’m sure it’ll be fine. I just wish it wasn’t so (a.) late, (b.) sunny outside, and (c.) ruddy cold in the Royal Institution.

Meanwhile – it’s been a crazy hectic insane week, but a surprisingly social one, given that I’ve not been even vaguely coherent when not at a keyboard. I’ve seen Nikki and Anna and Jack, and Patrick, bumped into the not-seen-in-five-years Michelle, and Gareth and Violet took me to see Ben Moore‘s show Coelacanth, which was absolutely delightful.

Ah, London. Still looking for the gold-paved streets, but it’s otherwise OK.

I didn’t think my legs were that good.

This afternoon, somebody mistook me for Jodie Marsh. Which was… unexpected.

It probably explains much if I say that the mistaken identity revolved around mobile phone numbers, and not actual physical appearance. And before you start tapping around variations on number – no, you fools, it’s not that simple. It involves a current colleague of mine who used to work with Jodie, a new mobile phone, and… you know what? It’s just not as fun when you know what actually happened, OK?

I got mistaken for Jodie Marsh. Just leave it at that.

Christmas Lectures update

Since I haven’t posted about work for a while, here’s a quick update:

We’ve been so busy this week, I think the only time we were all in the same room at the same time was for the formal launch party on Wednesday evening. The exec, director and new series producer were rehearsing in various rooms around the Ri (mostly the exciting ping-pong room hidden away on the roof); James the AP was frantically trying to keep up with them with props; Giles the runner was usually… well, running; Tom the researcher was desperately trying to keep the DVD and website people happy, while simultaneously finding material to plug the gaps in the scripts.

That leaves me, wandering around the building trying to find somewhere to work. I spent most of the week folded into a corner of the kitchen – where my PowerBook could just about find a wireless signal – furiously typing redrafts and amendments and restructurings and all the rest. I think I wrote something like 3000-4000 words on each of Tuesday and Wednesday, which is rather a lot.

The new series producer, meanwhile, is none other than Charlie Courtauld, longtime political journo and now assistant editor of the Independent on Sunday (and their television critic). He’s quite a character, and we like him very much – partly because while it’s always flattering to be told that one has ‘an excellent writing style,’ it means so much more when it comes from an editor of a national broadsheet. Though as somebody said rather rapidly, ‘Calm down, it’s only the Indy.’

OK, so we’re busy. How’s it actually going? Not badly, I think. Four of the scripts have now converged on stories (that is, we’re tweaking and editing, but not tearing them down and rebuilding them), and the fifth is very close, and possibly already there. As a result the props lists are fairly static, and we’ve some more people on board to help out there too.

So it looks like we’ll be OK. That said, it’s a lovely clear Saturday afternoon in London, and I seem to be in the office. Dang. And I’ve a sneaking suspicion that I’ll be making props next weekend…