Airbus has unveiled the A380, the biggest freakin’ passenger jet evah (261′ 10” wingspan. Yoiks.) Here are some images. There’s been lots of talk about how the plane will have casinos and gyms and various other fun things. Sure. It’s not like any airline would be so heartless as to configure 840 seats with 31 inches of pitch.
So there I am, all smug in my 99 Nerd Score and along comes a guy who builds an Apollo Guidance Computer in his basement. Not a software simulator, mind you (a nerdy exercise I can at least imagine), but an actual wire-wrapped reproduction. I am but a smudge of Dorito dust on the fingers of His Glorious Nerd Majesty.
Now, there is one way that I can recover high nerd cred, which is that I engage in nerdy sports like Frisbee and SCUBA diving. Most geekily, recently I’ve been working on being able to hold my breath for a really, really long time, a “sport” where high perfomance relies on not moving.
My wife is a fine artist (oil painting). She tells me that a huge thing in the art market right now is galleries specializing in Russian art, usually selling canvases in the $20-50K price range. Not because there’s an important movement coming out of Russia, but because the galleries are paying artists 10% of the sales price! Tina was talking to an acquaintence who used to work in such a gallery who said “Well, $2000 is a lot of money in Russia.”
Insanity now reigns over the entire spectrum of the art market, from the highest end to the “hand highlighted” canvasses of Kincade to… well, the bottom end of the art market is actually the most genuine, since it’s the place where people honestly strive to express themselves and people buy individual pieces because they want to live with them.