By any reasonable measure of productivity, Monday was supposed to be an extremely busy day. Given that I’ll be in the office only Monday and Tuesday, any work that would have been accomplished during final 3/5 of the week needs to be completed by Tuesday close of business (or a reasonable facsimile thereof, i.e., by midnight). However, news of Apple’s announcement that it was moving from PowerPC chips to Intel’s x86 chip architecture blew my mind – without getting too technical, apparently OS X has been living a secret, Deep Throat-esque double life for the last five years: it was built from the ground up to be compatible with both the PowerPC and x86 chipsets. In a nutshell, wow.

Which leads me to one of the nicest complements I’ve received in quite a while. I was bouncing around the office, explaining the need recompile binaries for the pending transition and wondering if this transition would prove deadly for the Mac or was in fact one of the shrewdest business moves ever, when my friend Dave stopped me.

‘You’re a geek,’ he said. ‘I mean, you have great* fashion sense and you have friends, and you don’t look like one, but you’re a freaking geek.’

That’s what I’m talking about. So I bore the complement nicely, and proceeded to have dinner with my best friend and his new wife. At some point during the second pitcher, he and I went on a tirade about Apple’s market share and whether or not it could capture Windows users in the long term. She, an avid PowerBook user, stopped listening to us.

Instead of going to bed after coming home, though, I spent an extra hour watching Steve Jobs’ keynote address during which he made this momentous announcement and I swear it gave me the shivers. Yes, I had been drinking, but don’t let that fool you. It was intense.

Yep, I’m a geek. Rock.

Album of the day: ’Giant Steps,’ John Coltrane. So I woke up this morning and decided to start the day with some classic jazz. This was a Good Idea, because as I was leaving for the office, ‘Mr. P.C’ was playing, which, as opposed to some of Coltrane’s more experimental playing, hit exactly the correct accessible groove that started the day on the right foot.

*[correction, 10:53 p.m., June 12, 2005: I've been corrected by the compliment's originator. Apparently I have 'fashion sense,' not 'great fashion sense.' See comments.]