Personal

I often like to say that The Daily Californian was my real journalism school. In the spring of 2001, my second semester as a Berkeley student, we had an editor in chief named Daniel Hernandez, or as he was sometimes known among his mates from the paper, “Street.” Having a nickname like that gave him, at least to me, a sort of a respectable rugged journalistic air about him. I never knew much about him, and never had the chance…

Well, if you’re not a big enough geek to read the site on a regular basis, you can read everything that I write: here.

Well, I have to say this about Engadget: they sure know how to hook a brother up. Got the dude a 15-inch MacBook Pro, and a 24-inch Dell monitor to go with it. It’s pretty freakin’ sweet. I’ve been getting a crash course in all things Engadget over the last few days — and a couple of my posts have already hit digg. I’ve barely had time to follow my own email and RSS feeds. I begin full-time tomorrow bright…

Thanks for following me on my adventures, and for all of your support. I am now going to be the new Senior Associate Editor at Engadget. You can find my occasional personal ramblings here, and my more coherent daily stuff over there.

A new friend emailed me this morning, asking me about why I pronounce my name the way I do, and so I figured it was high time that I actually write up something to have for posterity. The name itself is Persian, but of Greek origin. The original Persian name is Kourosh (koo-ROSH). The one whom Anglophones call Cyrus the Great, is known in Persian history as Kourosh-e Bozorg, but as Greek lacks an “sh” sound, it became Kouros (koo-ROS).…

Dear Friends: It’s official. My last day at Macworld will be August 25, 2006. On August 28, I will begin a new phase in my career as Senior Associate Editor of Engadget. For those of you who might not be familiar with it, it’s the most popular blog out there. Period. It draws tons of readers each day and does its best to attract in the hardest of the hardcore gadget-heads. I will be working out of my neighbor’s home…

I dreamt that I had to go rescue a female journalist who was across the Cuban border. (Somehow my brain didn’t remember that Cuba is an island.) And in the dream, the border was on a rolling hill type environment (not unlike, say, Napa Valley) with a pair of black metal fences marking each border. There were large posts with horizontal bars connecting them, but with enough space to squeeze through, between the lower bar and the ground. I slid…

Seems to be working now.

In trying to get my email domain (cfarivar.org) to point to this site, my email has been down for several hours. If you need to email me, use cfarivar [at] sonic [dot] net. And I can only communicate with my host via web-based messages. Argh.

You know, there are days when it feels like the whole world is smiling on you. Yesterday I went for a run at about 7 pm up in the Berkeley Hills on the side of Strawberry Canyon. As I was coming down the hill, the sun was setting over the Bay and there were wild blackberries blooming on the trailside. I love this place.