I have started running parametric analyses of hull designs as a sort of sanity check. The good news is that, assuming my guess about the finished weight holds true, it will float without adding a lot of extra material.
The donor car for the boat will, in all probability, be this 1967 Chevy Bel Air:
Returning from an early-morning tugboat mission in Boston Harbor, we motored slowly out of the locks, through the Museum of Science canal, and into the Charles River basin. Just before leaving the no-wake zone, we spotted, across the river, a small motorboat labelled “Marine Technology Laboratory.”
Since our skiff bore the name of MIT, something had to be done. I searched for my best Magnus Pyke voice, cupped my hands and shouted, “SCIENCE!” It echoed pleasantly across the water.
The three occupants of the research vessel spun around, grinned broadly, and saluted us.
I am building a new boat for July 4. I’m presently scouring New England for a good deal on a 1960s-era convertible with front and rear bench seats. Actually, it need not be a convertible because I can easily make it so (chop chop!), but a closable top would be a nice feature.
There is no official plan yet and work has not yet begun, so please contact me if you would like to help.
Cold Stone Creamery, the innocuous-looking ice cream store (based in Tempe, Arizona) that appeared overnight in about 20 neighborhoods here.
Apple Computer has announced that they will abandon the elegant 64-bit IBM PowerPC RISC architecture for the 32-bit Intel 8086 family. They said this will be done by 2008, when the Intel processor design officially turns 30 years old.
The new Mac will be functionally identical to any other personal computer, even to the point of being able to run Microsoft Windows. History has shown that, barring any other differences, people will not pay extra for the kind of [expensive] hardware design that Apple cherishes. If elegant software alone were capable of distinguishing a PC, as Steve Jobs seems to believe, people would have abandoned Microsoft crap long ago. Mark my prediction. By the end of the decade, Apple will reassume its early-1990s status: a company on life support, abandoned by the public spotlight, devoid of relevance, and nourished only by a tiny group of devoted fans.
In the lobby of my dad’s hotel: a Yamaha Disklavier grand. They’re not exactly new, but they’re still amazing. Yamaha engineers devised a mechanism for precisely replicating a pianist’s timing, attack velocity, sustain, and release. In recording mode, it senses these parameters optically, thus imparting no change to the standard piano action. In playback, a key is struck by a solenoid driven by a power amplifier controlled by a custom closed-loop ASIC. Somehow, they shoehorned 88 of these mechanisms into a normal-looking piano enclosure. It’s a perfectly elegant, harmonious marriage of high tech and old-world craftsmanship. It sounds great, and it’s even more fun to watch than a real pianist.
The only bummer is that the virtual pianist does nothing to protest the hotel management’s decision to play the same song all day on infinite loop.