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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

This sentence makes me feel numb:

Today my husband took a photo of the Google Street View car with his iPhone.


Edit: He even sent the picture in to Gizmodo.

Monday, July 23, 2007


Two weeks ago, Matt's awesome employer gave him an iPhone.

A freaking iPhone. An 8GB one, too. His work is paying for the plan.

It's pretty awesome, but I am avoiding touching it. First off, it's Matt's, not mine, and I don't want us ever to tussle over it. Secondly, I don't want to get any ideas. I mean, it costs more than the brand new laptop I just bought. That's pretty astounding.

Thirdly, I've found myself less and less attached to cell-type gadgets lately. I realized the other day that I have owned a cellphone for ten years. That probably explains why I rarely answer calls; half the time, I don't even take my cell with me when I leave the house, and I probably check it less often than I check my e-mail. The first month I owned a mobile, in early 1998, I think I racked up a $150 bill. Now I don't even use all the minutes on my bottom-of-the-barrel cheapskate plan.

Even my cheap, ancient secondhand iPaq doesn't get much mileage during school holidays -- and it doesn't have any mobile capabilities beyond a CF wireless card.

Maybe I'm a little prejudiced against the iPhone. It's an Apple product, which would make us a couple of suckers if we'd actually paid for it. Also, on the day Matt brought it home, I had taken it upon myself to surprise him by reorganizing and repainting the bedroom we use as an office. "Look what I did!" I declared, beaming with the expectation of admiration, as he walked through the door. "Look what I got!" he replied. Oh, shit! He totally trumped me.

It is cool that we have an iPhone in our household, though. When we're out at the diner shooting the shit together, we don't have to file away for later all the queries that arise -- we can Google them right away. The maps feature is pretty cool (except when the network is out of range, which is why I still prefer paper maps in the car).

The aforementioned employer gave Matt a 30GB iPod for Christmas last year. Back then, I felt extremely guilty about using the iPod myself. We even had a pseudo-argument about it:

"You take the iPod."
"No, you take the iPod."
"No, YOU take the iPod!"

After this new development, I am perfectly happy to take the iPod.

P.S. This is totally Matt this past fortnight. It even kinda looks like him.

  • Avenging Narwhal Play Set

  • Cyriak. I may have linked him before - I don't remember. This man is brilliant and wonderful, and when I watch his stuff, I feel like I'm watching the beginning of a phenomenon.

Sunday, July 22, 2007


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Sometimes I forget just how much I love Kraftwerk.

This summer, I'm teaching at a Shakespeare camp in Lancaster, and part of my job is ferrying groups of campers across town to the theatre's costume shop. With four teenage girls in my car, I threw on a Kraftwerk CD, and it was magic. They even asked me to drive around the block a few times so they could hear more of "Pocket Calculator." Obviously, the girls have wonderful taste; my hope in the teenage population of America is restored.

I don't understand how Kraftwerk makes music so awesome. It's remarkably difficult to do, as evidenced by the fact there are ten thousand electronic acts in the world, and none as good as them, then or now.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

My neighbor's ear

My neighbor told me a story yesterday.

Once, for a period of months, he felt like there was something wrong with his ear. His hearing would occasionally cut out. Sometimes when he shook his head, he could feel something rattling around in there. A trip to the doctor yielded nothing.

Months later, with the problem still apparent, he managed to get to a doctor right when the hearing in his ear had failed. The doctor peered into the canal, and saw something. He pulled it out with a pair of tweezers.

It was the fossilized remains of the tip of a Q-tip, and it was "hard as a rock." Suddenly, my neighbor remembered cleaning his ears once when drunk. After swiping around in there for a while, he pulled the Q-tip out, sensing something was wrong.

"Huh, that's weird. This Q-tip doesn't have a tip."

He pulled out another Q-tip and continued cleaning his ear, probably pushing the tip of the first Q-tip deeper into his canal.

Now he realized why his hearing would often be worst after a shower. The cotton would get wet and swell.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Hunter the cat is weird

I'm busy! In the next couple of days, I will try to blog about all the things I've been meaning to blog about. Meantime, here is a video of Hunter being a total spazz.