Author: Dan Dickinson

Lazyweb, you’re my only hope – I need something, be it an app or a small script or something – that will analyze my MP3s and set the BPM field in the ID3 info to a best guess based on the spectral data. If I have to click by hand for the ridiculous number of MP3s I have to approximate the data, I’m going to get RSD.
Looking for an OS X solution, although platform agnostic would be fine.

The Market Of Boston
A One-Act Play Based On True Events
By Dan Dickinson
CURTAIN UP:
INT. COUNTER OF BOSTON MARKET AT 23RD AND 8TH IN MANHATTAN.
DAN DICKINSON approaches the counter.  He examines the cold case for a
moment.  He looks at a sign above the cold case and reads it to himself.
DAN DICKINSON
All salads will be freshly tossed on request.  Hmm.
He picks up a CHICKEN CAESAR SALAD as a BOSTON MARKET EMPLOYEE
approaches on the other side of the counter
EMPLOYEE
May I help you?
DAN DICKINSON
Yes, I'd like this salad tossed, please.
EMPLOYEE (blankly)
Tossed?
DAN DICKINSON
Yes.
EMPLOYEE (confused)
Do you need a different chicken breast or something?
DAN DICKINSON
No, I'd just like it tossed
EMPLOYEE (after a beat)
Okay, hold on.
EMPLOYEE walks to the CARVING STATION, located behind the counter.  She
puts the salad down and talks to the BOSTON MARKET CARVER.
EMPLOYEE
(inaudible)
CARVER (shouting)
DOES HE WANT A NEW CHICKEN BREAST?
DAN DICKINSON (from afar, shaking head)
No!
More inaudible dialog.  The EMPLOYEE returns to near where DAN DICKINSON is
standing.
EMPLOYEE
Did you want a new salad?
DAN DICKINSON (getting annoyed)
No.  I just want that salad tossed.
EMPLOYEE
All right...
EMPLOYEE returns to where she put the salad down.  She opens it, and
removes the croutons and the dressing.  She then walks away from the tossing
area, towards the back.
DAN DICKINSON (incredulous)
What the fuck.
EMPLOYEE returns with a MANAGER, and explains the situation.  MANAGER picks
up salad and returns to the tossing station.
MANAGER
I'm sorry, she didn't know what you meant.
MANAGER begins to toss the salad.  MANIFESTATION OF PATHOS enters.
PATHOS
One chicken sandwich, and make it a combo.
With cinnamon apples.  To go.
CURTAIN FALLS.
END.

(If you don’t dig my Bemani nerdisms, skip this post.)
So I’m on my way to lunch with my Dad today, since he’s in the city.
I switch on my iPod and hit Play.
The first song that plays is 19, November.
While I’m walking in New York City (which is relevant if you’ve seen the video).
On November 19th, 2003.
I have had a cry.