Wired Up and Ready to Go.

While doing some holiday power-shopping, Sarni and I stumbled upon a temporary store set up by Wired (which I'm told is a . . . technology magazine or something?).  Anyway, it was pretty cool.  (Sarni called it "the best museum ever" - apologies to the Met and MOMA, both of which I have dragged him to.)  On the top floor, it looked like a group of friends watching football someone's living room.  If someone's living room came with rows of flatscreens, unlimited snacks, and complimentary drinks and beer.

On the main floor, there were all kinds of random futuristic and useless-but-interesting interactive technology.  Like this screen.  It was filled with the silhouettes of flying butterflies, but when you got close enough to cast your shadow on the screen, the butterflies started to eat your shadow.  Fascinating with just a touch of creepy.

Some shadows become butterfly food.

On the bottom floor, they had fun gadgets for you to look at and play with.  Here, you have the perfect solution for anyone who's reactionary on the surface but technologically advanced at heart.  It's a typewriter that has digital memory and a USB port.  You can pretend to be old school, with all the convenience of modern technology.  Brilliant.

Also on the bottom floor was an old-fashioned foosball table.  With no technological embellishments at all.  I'm not really sure why it was there, but Sarni and I engaged in some good old-fashioned foosball competition, complete with smacktalking (me) and accusations of cheating (okay, also me).  The final score was . . . well, the final score is not what's important.  What's important is that we all had fun, eh?  Eh?


Noho.  On Canon Powershot.