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Saw a 1907/08 Picasso yesterday afternoon at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, a big cubist nude, one of the handful he was working on during that pivotal year when he made Les Demoiselles D'Avignon. Understanding the context and importance of that moment in the push toward modernism a century ago makes the work incredibly moving. It's a beautiful painting, too, but it is tangible contact with its importance that gave me goose bumps.

It is, I suppose, a biologist's parlor trick.

In the lab at MIT Saturday afternoon learning some basic experimental techniques, and we had some down time while the DNA samples we were "studying" when through the gel electrophoresis reaction we were doing. Clare, the tech who was helping us, gave us each a little vial of salt water and told us to swish it around in our mouths for 30 seconds and spit it back into the vial. She added a chemical to break down the lipids in the cell walls to the vial (essentially soap) and the solution became viscous. Then she added alcohol to denature it and these little filaments began to appear - long strands of my own DNA. You could scoop it out and keep it if you wanted, which I did.

Clive Thompson yesterday blogged his Washington Post review of a book called "The Support Economy" that argues that in modern industrialized, consumerized societies our identity is defined by our consumption. Mac zealotry is a great example of this. It occurs to me that one of the great attractions of free software is that one can also help create that which one consumes.

I had the intution, but cannot claim credit for the phrase "open source mouse". That credit goes to Annalee Newitz, who seemed to flash on the idea about the same time I did. We were sitting in the auditorium yesterday afternoon at the Whitehead Institute, listening to Tyler Jacks talk about his woes in working with oncogenic mice.

Jacks works with mice genetically engineered to have tumors, which is a useful model for cancer research (since introducing tumors in a mouse has fewer downsides than introducing tumors in humans). This is a limited but useful research technique, but it has one big drawback. For historical reasons involving work done at Harvard back in the 1980s, DuPont owns the patent to the idea of the oncomouse. Not any particular implementation, but the general idea.

Jacks doesn't have an agreement with DuPont - he just uses oncogenic mice. This is apparently common in the university research community. You can see the potential for mischief here, which is already playing itself out.

Free/open software offers another model for all this. Actually, to be fair, what free software is doing is conceptually borrowed from academia, where the "products" of research are freely shared and one builds on the work of one's predecessors. Perhaps the mouse people should get together and open-source their critters.

The postmodern is sorta like pornography - difficult to define with precision, but one knows it when one sees it. Here goes: a real bar, I'll call it the "Bull and Finch", serves as backdrop for a wildly popular television series - I'll call it "Cheers". Then the real bar is renamed "Cheers". The TV series runs its course, but the real bar stays named "Cheers" and becomes some sort of tourist destination.

I stumbled on Cheers this evening while walking 'round Boston in the snow. I did not go in.

One of my colleagues had a great line in the newspaper Wednesday : "Thanksgiving never really looked like that Norman Rockwell illustration, the one that shows an apron-draped grandma serving a gigantic turkey to Caucasian kin aglow with beatific light." We've been manufacturing our own family T-Day traditions now for a while, embodying some of the Norman Rockwell goal but drifting pleasantly away.

I ran my 10th consecutive Albuquerque Turkey race this year, in my 43rd year, thankful that I still have 5k in my legs. It's an incredible affair, run by a kinda goofy running shop owner, winding through the country club neighborhood and then out by the river. I don't race much any more - the turkey is the only race I've done the last couple of years. I keep a log of every race, and the times become a record of my aging. This year's was the slowest 5k I've run, and I take pleasure in the gentle aging that implies. There were some really old people out there still doing it, a good set of role models.

Mom and Dad came over late morning, and we ate some of the most fabulous cheese for lunch, then cleared off the table and started the puzzle.

The puzzle is a more recent tradition - a big all-day jigsaw puzzle fest. This year we did a map of LA, where we'd all spent decades of our lives. It was a hoot, finding the places in isolation, then figuring out how to assemble them. Lissa did the San Fernando Valley, Mom, cheerfully proud that her fading eyesight still let her do the puzzle, did San Bernardino, Dad did the mountains and I marched up and down the Pacific Coast Highway, past the Santa Monica Pier and down to the beaches of Laguna that I love so much. Only Nora was left out, too young when we left LA to remember any of that.

We went with the nice linens, but none of us are so into feasting that it was really that big a deal - a small turkey, some lovely rice stuffing and Dad baked me a sugar-free apple pie.

After dinner, the four of them played word games while I bowed out to do some packing for my trip.

It was a gentle day, no longer freighted with expectations, just filled with an easy rhythm.

Back to school next week. I'm off to the Whitehead Institute at MIT for a week of intensive academic exposure to people much smarter than me, who will attempt to teach me and a handful of other science writers about the genes and the revolution in biochemistry. I am very excited about this. (And bonus stuff - I get to sandwich in a couple of days with my sister, Lisa, and her husband, Tom, at the beginning and end of the trip.)

The UI freeze isn't for another week, but I'm getting the starting blocks adjusted and starting to get warmed up. I updated our docs table over the weekend and started poking at a number of the apps that are unlikely to change any more. Things don't look as scary as last time 'round at this point in the release cycle.

louie (who really needs to update his Advogato page) read my half-formed book idea below, remembered what it was I must have been talking about, and pointed me to Coase's Penguin, an economist's take (OK, he's really a lawyer, it seems, but he's talking about fundamental economic theory) on free software and the broader new networked realm of what he calls "commons-based peer-production". The author is Yochai Benkler.

I first heard this from Stephen Pinker at a talk he gave years ago in Santa Fe, and it's nicely laid out by April Holladay in her latest column: The Eskimo language has essentially the same number of words for "snow" as English. I love it when myths are shattered.

And revisited. And revisited. Last night's SCI FI Channel Roswell smoking gun episode was a classic of the genre, full of sound and fury signifying a coyote burrow.

I had a great idea for a book this morning while I showered, but I don't exactly remember what it was. It had something to do with free software and the tragedy of the commons, I remember, and how the tragedy doesn't happen because the commons is unlimited. Or something. If you remember, drop me a line.

Stopped by Nora's school yesterday afternoon for our semi-annual meeting to fill out paperwork required in order for her to continue to be lavished with special attention. This year they crammed "gifted" into the health curriculum, and their teacher made a Rube Goldberg hydroponic contraption in which they're growing tomatoes and chiles. This may sound like it has little to do with "health", and it does, but the teacher's enthusiasm for the bizarre little contraption overcomes all misgivings a befuddled dad might have. It was a delightful visit.

Overwhelmed. Today seemed like the first day in three weeks where I didn't arrive at work to discover some unexpected story I needed to write. (OK, I checked, it's the second day in three weeks....) A lot of it's been fun stuff, but I'm tired.

Here's how slammed I've been: barely been on the bike in a week. But last Friday Jaime and I did an awesome ride on a new route from his house on the west side of town. It's up Boca Negra Canyon (to the left in the first picture), a little old paved road that climbs straight up the escarpment. It's the steepest road I've ever tried to ride up. I could barely turn over the pedals. Had to walk the last 20 yards after my heart rate topped 180 - highest I've ever gotten it on a bike. And then, over the top, a newly paved road out across the mesa with great views of the city. It was brutally windy Friday, into the wind for all the climbs, cold, ugly, and delightful. What is it about suffering on the bike that is so compelling? Coming back into town, downhill with the wind at our backs, every time we saw a posted speed limit we'd try to break it. Succeeded a couple times (Jaime, as usual, more than I.).

I've got no icons. Xnest rocks.

Quote of the week:: "Jackson arrived to the hotel wearing a white surgical mask over his mouth and nose, but later removed it."

Will the real bill Wyman please stand up?

I worked through enough of the remaining build bugs (jhbuild makes this rockingly easier) to get a working GNOME 2.1.whatever setup running this morning. Not everything's there yet (I bailed out because I have to go to work) but all the basics are now built.

Woo hoo.

I also started going through the packages of the proposed additions last night to assess the status of the user docs. It's better than I expected, but we've still got some work to do between now and a Jan. 3 RC1 (yikes!).

I interviewed Craig Venter yesterday. I have the coolest job.

Finished up the encoding section of the libxml tutorial over the weekend. As a bonus: pdf.

Get your woolies out! The Leonids are back this year, the night/morning of Nov. 18 and 19, and since hackers are usually up that time of the morning anyway, all you have to do is go outside at 3:30 a.m. and look up (that'll work, at least, for those of you in Europe and the Americas - not sure about the rest of the planet). These people have a more ambitious plan.