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Just a short update here (that doesn't exactly fit into a twitter post). With the weather turning better (and our trip quickly approaching), I've begun to run once again. As silly as it is, one of the reasons I'd been hesitant was because I couldn't find my iPod nano, so I couldn't record my runs on Nike+ (and thus, what was the point of running, I guess is the logic). Anyway, I never did find my iPod, but I did research a few alternatives.
In one thousand years, how will we be studied? How will the future even know we were here when our cheaply-constructed buildings will long be dust and our intellectual property scattered ones and zeroes in the wind?
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Cable companies and other media providers should take a page out of Netflix's book. They've figured out that in order to survive in the hyper-evolving world of technology, you need to keep reinventing yourself. First, they borrowed Blockbuster's rental model with a much more robust library of films that were never "checked out." Sure, titles weren't available immediately like they would be at a brick-and-mortar store, but they were pretty damn close, and they wide title selection offset that inconvenience.
No one seems to post here anymore. Does that mean no one reads it anymore? I'm curious and in a self-involved mood, so post a quick reply (doesn't need to be substantive) if you even see this. I keep meaning to get back to blogging, but maybe this place isn't the best outlet. Is everyone on Facebook and Twitter now?
It certainly seems that as I distance myself from my early 20s, technology has decided to go and make it hard on me. It's made me reconsider the reasons why our older generations don't quite understand e-mail and the internet. Maybe my dad doesn't use his cell phone very much not because of a lack of understanding it, but because it has detected his age and decided not to work properly.
Apple events always prompt my lazy self to post, even disappointingly boring ones like today's "Let's Rock" announcement. If you missed it, new iPod nanos that are a throw-back to the old iPod nanos, new iPod touches that still don't make the thing a must-have, and a new version of iTunes. Shows are now available in HD ($2.99 an episode, right in line with XBLM). Oh yeah, and it looks like Apple and NBC made up. As I said to Dave earlier, welcome to 2006.
Phillippe Petit had a dream; one that he couldn't even realize when he first conceived of it. He wanted to walk from the top of one building of the World Trade Center to the other... on a tight rope. Magnolia Picture's Man on Wire follows the realization of Phillippe's dream, and gives us all a glimpse of that rabid pursuit of the impossible.
My MacBook Pro is in the shop again. Same symptoms: it turns on like normal--chimes, keyboard lights up, everything--except there's no signal to the monitor. Or any monitor, for that matter (I have an external here at work, and the Apple "genius" tried it on his). I can turn on VoiceOver, hear the robot describe to me the log-in screen. I can even log in, but get no picture.
Had my wisdom teeth pulled this afternoon. Did you know that there's a small but real chance that you could lose feeling in your lower job, forever? That had me a bit freaked out at first. Until I got pumped full of laughing gas. Then, I really didn't care about anything. I'm sure most of this is old news since I'm a bit behind the curve with the whole wisdom tooth/laughing gas experience, but I figure I might as well relate it anyway.
- The surgeon saying, "You've got some very dense bones, man. Like, scary dense."
- His assistant looking away from my mouth like he saw something disgusting.
- The chance of permanent numbness is about equal to the drop rate of the Warglaives of Azzinoth, and I've seen one of those drop...
- And thinking at one point, "Well, I may not have feeling in my lower jaw for the rest of my life, but this feels pretty good!"
I have this dream-fantasy about living in a house somewhere with a lot of greenery, tucked away in the country-side. Ivy is involved. Maybe moss. It's sometimes part British Lake District, part rural Japan, part Pacific Northwest. I long time ago, I watched a movie called Still Breathing, starring Brendan Fraser as a puppeteer, and I think he may have had a home like this, although when I looked up the synopsis, turns out it took place in Texas, so that couldn't be right.
