It’s not a blog post about how I don’t blog enough. That’s exactly what it’s not.
“The gains shown by the iPhone and Android show what is possible when phones are built with fully capable browsers and support a rich array of Web apps.” – Techcrunch
The most kick-ass mind-blowing iPhone, Crackberry or it’s-not-a-Google-phone is naught but a brick without an always-on ubiquitous wireless internet connection.*
Apple may have revolutionized the user-experience of the smartphone, but the Blackberry’s early success proved that the crux of the device’s addictiveness lies in the tubes.
* That’s not entirely correct. You could still use this.
Alas, I was tagged by Beltzner, so must break my new year’s resolution to not blog in 2009*. Thanks Mike. Seven things you may know about me, or not:
- I have three nipples. Of these, zero produce milk.
- I was a barista and a chef for many years before owning a computer.
- I can juggle. Balls. Clubs. Machetes. Torches. (Listed in descending order of skill-level and recency.)
- Some years ago, on the night before we moved from Seattle to Florida, someone stole our fully-packed truck and U-Haul, leaving us with nothing but the pajamas we were wearing, and a goldfish. It was a lesson in impermanence.
- I used to play the accordion, and was briefly in a band called Apolkalypse.
- One summer, I hitchhiked through 30 states with a friend. You’ve not truly seen America until it throws garbage at you from it’s car.
- I flew out of a rapidly moving Volkswagen bus when I was 8 years old, and landed on my head. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, you’re probably right.
Seven from me, seven to you:
- Sdwilsh. It’s all business on your blog, but your quotes are on fire.
- Thunder, the Venezuelan ramen-lover. (Definitely a character in my novel. If I was writing one.)
- Josh. I thought your blog was dead, but then I found the tumble.
- Jeff, you don’t blog, afaik. You should tweet seven things and seven people!
- Bowie. Kid, you’re almost one full year old. Introduce yourself.
- James Earl Plush. Eagles? Beagles? Twins? Coincidence? I think not!
- David Cross. (Aim high, right?)
(11:26:57) me: ugh
(11:27:02) me: it’ll never end:
(11:27:05) me: “I’m writing an application for the Coast Guard Auxiliary that uses your NUSOAP code..”
(11:27:11) me: the coast guard?
(11:27:13) me: using my code?
(11:27:18) me: our borders are not safe
(11:27:47) him: lol
(11:27:53) him: fix it dude
(11:28:15) me: those php XXXXXXXs have caused me no end of trouble
(11:28:29) me: the php5 soap impl uses a class name that’s the same as nusoap
(11:28:40) me: so i get like 5 emails a week, ever since php5 was released
(11:28:46) me: all with this same error
(11:28:52) me: not only that
(11:29:11) me: the latest version of nusoap (2 years ago or whatever) has it fixed!
(11:29:22) me: which means all these people are downloading an old version from somewhere
(11:29:24) me: OR
(11:29:29) me: are only now upgrading to php5!
(11:29:35) me: i XXXXing hate open source
(11:30:18) him: lol
(11:30:21) him: rant over?
(11:30:25) me: yes
(11:30:31) me: i feel much better now
We got stuck in Dallas on the way back, so flew back Monday morning, dropped our stuff off at the house and went straight to Kumoricon, Portland’s anime/manga/cosplay convention (pics)!
What a crazy week. Ok, back to work.
I use Google Reader to read feeds. I have a “daily” folder for feeds that I really need to keep up on, and everything else is filed away into about 20 other content-specific folders.
However, I realized that I only read the “daily” folder, and never look in any of the other folders. Ever. And I’m continually paring down the contents of the “daily” folder, as I don’t have time to keep up with those either.
So, I’m going for the “river of news” strategy: I’ve moved all feeds into the root folder, and will prune from there. I’ve hidden the folder tree (which I wasn’t using anyway), which leaves more real estate for content. I’ve interspersed my work with my play feeds, which will hopefully bring some variety into my digital walkabouts.
I have a followup task: to step away from the computer altogether at some point.
Ack, almost forgot about the “entropy” part of this post! While pruning feeds, I noticed that a bunch hadn’t had any posts in a while. I checked out a few, and found that the feed URL had changed, but the author hadn’t set up redirects, or published any notice at all on the feed. Lame.
We went to see The Thermals last night. First time at the Crystal Ballroom, in downtown Portland. It’s a McMenamins joint, and as to be expected it was a beautiful old space, renovated and covered with faux-hippie murals. The floor of the place is springy, kinda like gymnastics flooring, brilliant idea.
Tea for Julie was on we got there. Hey guys, get a new band name.
Stars of Track and Field were next. Wow I had no idea that you could have so many crescendos in a single song! Hey guys, it kinda detracts from the suspense WHEN THERE IS NONE. I believe this kind of music is known as “anthemo” (a-nth-ee-mo). They were interestingly derivative: The guitar had shades of 70s rock, U2, The Church. The vocals had a bit of Galaxy 500, and someone else that I haven’t quite pinpointed yet. Sometimes they’d bust out the cheesy drum machine and keyboard for some serious Postal Service rip-off action. Ok, I know it sounds like I hated them, but I actually really enjoyed some of the songs (especially those without the keyboard). Definitely talented guys… just haven’t figured out who they want to sound like yet.
After an awesomely short wait (no pretension here!) The Thermals came on. Great show, as to be expected. However, the sound was not so hot, bad acoustics seemed to eat up the guitar punch. We saw them at the Wonder Ballroom (Portland’s got lots of ballrooms it seems) last fall, and the sound there was much better.
The best part of the show though, was watching my daughter totally lose it when the Thermals played; she was head-banging throughout their set. Afterwards she was disappointed that “it was so boring where we were”. We were about 10 feet from the stage, the mosh pit was a few feet to the right, and some guy next to us was carried off basically unconscious from a blow to the head (due to a falling crowd-surfer). An explanation of basic mosh pit arithmetic ensued: falling 250 pound punker + 70 pound 11 year-old = emergency-room trip.
Maybe when you grow another few inches :)