Like most Americans, I like to complain.
Whatever has irked me - be it a problem at work, a squabble with my
parents, a politician’s latest scandal, a friend’s thoughtless remark,
or just a spontaneous burst of exasperation with my life in general, I
relish in the rant. Also like most Americans, when I’m having a bad
day, I think it only fair to let everyone know it – a goal readily met
thanks to the wonders of text messaging technology. Within seconds I
am able to disseminate my missives of misery to anyone I deem worthy,
invoking references to Satan’s domain to get my point across
effectively.
“WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS?!”
“WELL, SHE CAN JUST GO TO HELL AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED!”
“WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!”
Yes, it feels good to vent with the tip of my finger. Only trouble is, I have the new iPhone and it doesn’t believe in Hell.
High Tech, Low Tech, and On-line Afflictions
Technology
Snowflakes in Southern California
Jeff and I go to the gym early every morning. Since it’s still dark out when we leave, it’s been pretty chilly lately. This morning when I turned the key in the ignition, the dashboard starting flashing. It also began to beep—a subtle bing, like the musical “fasten your seatbelt” bing that you hear on airplanes. “Great,” I sighed, “something else is broken.”
Jeff, never one to presume the worst, leaned over, looked intently at the dashboard, and said matter-of-factly, “Nothing’s broken.” “It’s not?” “No. It’s just a snowflake,” he said. “What’s just a snowflake?” I asked. “On the dashboard. Look at the temperature,” he said. It read 39 degrees. And there it was—a cute little snowflake.
Apparently Volkswagen was thoughtful enough to alert its drivers when it’s cold outside. Having driven the car only in Southern California, we had never seen it before. If this keeps up, I’m gonna have to ask my mom to let me borrow some of those gloves and scarves I gave to her when we moved here.
Super Bowl for Nerds
Tons of events, corporate sponsors, dedicated fans, traffic, people descending from all parts of the country and world, and lots of bright lights. Super Bowl? No, it's a political convention. I'm on my way to Denver for the DNC convention, and it feels like I'm going to a Super Bowl weekend.
I've been to Super Bowl a few times and the weeks leading up to it are always spent figuring out which events to go to, how to snag a hotel room, securing a rental car in a scarce market, and coordinating with friends and acquaintances who are going to be in the event city. This week has been no different and I'm amazed at how similar the lead-up to the two events has felt.
Former veterans of their craft are everywhere, talking heads will abound, and the real bigwigs are determined by who can get tickets to which events and parties. Sounds like Super Bowl to me.
What's Apple Up to?
For geeks everywhere today is the day we finally see the device we have all been talking about for the last year. For the last week I’ve seen prediction pools where you get 1 point for each correct answer. Seven or ten inches? Verizon or ATT? Stylus or finger?
All these questions and many more will be answered today at 10am when Steve Jobs strolls on stage in SF and announces to the world the product many of us didn’t think we needed in our daily life.
I’m the tech guy for all my friends so in recent weeks they have turned to me and asked what I think will be announced. “No idea what it will do or how it will work,” I reply, “but I’m saving my money because I’ll order it on the first day.” No computer company has made a tablet anyone wants, but then again no one got a phone right until Steve Jobs pulled that iPhone out of his pocket.
Not So Fit
My husband Dave is a high-tech whore. He jumps on nearly every bandwagon
that touts the latest and greatest computerized gadgets. So, it goes
without saying that we’ve been waiting for the Wii Fit Balance Board,
ever since it was announced. We were one of the first people to get the
Wii and though we are currently more obsessed with Rock Band, our
excitement for this new toy/fitness product was hard to contain. Until
we started using it.
We aren’t exactly fitness freaks, but we’re not couch potatoes either.
I’m trying to put on a happy face about turning 40 this year and I have
to say this “game” is not making the transition any easier. We figured
it couldn’t hurt to try and get into even better shape, since we’re
fighting a losing battle with time. Little did we know this machine
was not on our side. In fact, a British couple is already suing
Nintendo for hurting their daughter’s feelings by telling her she’s
overweight. Denying the truth doesn’t make it go away. You can’t hide
your extra pounds on the Balance Board.
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