28 March 2001: Shakespeare Edition

  • Doom'd for a certain time to walk the night: Iridium returns, slowly and painfully, and its new phones promise the same attributes.
  • That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true: Amazon-town-crier gives up public declarations for private hedging.
  • To die: to sleep; No more: Of the remaining dot-coms in SF, 80 percent are expected to collapse in a year. [wsj]
  • Fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels: The advent of a digital hospital makes headlines, and headaches for security-minded medics.
  • The first thing we do let's kill all the lawyers: Napster holds a rally in D.C.; free t-shirts promised; Shaun White to host luge shots.
  • And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!": The Winter Music conference promised and provided ecstasy.
  • An evil soul producing holy witness: The history of the X-Box, as told by its inventor.
  • Ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!': British plan to steal dirt from Mars.
  • More things in heaven and earth: The end of the Internet does exist.
  • Mad north-northwest: Sylvester Stallone's mother is plain weird.
  • I have a good eye uncle: bleib allein daheim.
  • I grant I never saw a goddess go: Some physicists believe that everything comes from nothing.
  • Asses are made to bear: No relation to the quote (quite a good one, actually) but honestly, who doesn't like airports? Teragroup does.