Dreamcycle, the Ultramarine
In Oregon, around the early 80s, there was a company that created glow-in-the-dark bicycles...and I dreamed of riding one....aw, crap. I'm always late to the party. Had written this weeks ago and hadn't submitted. Too busy to keep up with even the easiest of experiments.
I remember specifically sitting in Math class, next to Stacey Shacklin, the daughter of the high school science teacher who also taught Karate after-school - he was a large man, brown, rough, and dark with a shadow the color of a gun-barrel that lived permanently around his thin, disciplined mouth - and in whose garage rested a never-ridden, matte-black, cool-as-Cobain Nigritude Ultramarine...
Reminds me: That Anil guy is nice. And very funny. And I'm reminded that a while back some developers were doing a dogpile on Six Apart. And a subset of them, whose I opinion I generally respect, went overboard with outrage at pricing policies and I had to remind myself not to think too much the worse of them. For a few, software is passion. But I just wish there'd been more reason than passion in the many responses to the growth of a very good software company.