Forget the Noguchi table. The tiered pendant lamp is tired. And I’d trade a 100 well-crafted web sites for a design idea half as good as Deborah Adler’s ClearRx “prescription packaging system.” After witnessing her grandmother swallow a pill meant for her grandfather, she realized that the standard pharmacy pill container was “not just unattractive, but actually dangerous.” Fortunately, she developed a solution that is functional and looks great. Continue reading…
Bloggers are occasionally reminded to back-up their databases. I now know why. Last week my site just kinda stopped working. I emailed and called my hosting company several times and was simply told that a “sysadmin is working on this.” Today they finally admitted that a hard drive on the server that hosts my database–five years worth of content–was corrupted. In other words, they lost everything. But the blog gods were smiling on me. I backed-up my data about a month ago and was able to restore all the tables. So, although it’s missing a few posts, Public Realm is back to it’s regulary scheduled bi-monthly updates.
At 5:00 PM on Friday, I learned that the Crue would be shouting at the devil in San Antonio in a few short hours. I wasn?t looking for hookers or anything, but the start to my bachelor weekend (Sarah is in Chapel Hill) needed some spontaneity. Motley Crue: Nikki, Vince, Tommy, and that weird, quiet guy that sort of resembles Michael Jackson. Just what Dr. Feelgood ordered.
I pulled into the SBC Center parking lot about 8:30PM. Appropriately, it really was like a 21st Century Heavy Metal Parking Lot. High-schoolers, who were literally babies when the band?s greatest hit collection, Decade of Decadence was released, huddled around Cavaliers and Mustangs, sipping on Lone Stars. “Too Fast 4 Love” (Motley Crue?s brilliant 1982 debut) had been soaped on a family van. In Texas, diversity shows up in unpredictable places. I saw bikers, crusty punks, lesbians, Mexican groupies (really, their car rocked a Nuevo Leon plate), small-town rancher kids, and every metalhead imaginable. Continue reading…
