Mar: “I remember the first time you cleaned up my vomit.”
Me: “I don’t.”
Mar: [romantically] “I do.”
Archive for November, 2009
Overheard of the night
Monday, November 30th, 2009Week 1 with Droid
Sunday, November 15th, 2009I’ve got to say, I’m still overcome with surprise and wonder that this powerful little device was a birthday gift (thanks, mom & dad!) What a shock!
From the few seconds it took to tell my Droid that, yes, I have a Google account and provide my credentials, I was in awe. All of the sudden, all my contacts were populated over the air. No importing CSV files with mismatched fields. No screwing around with synchronization conduits and cables. It just worked. And it was fantastic.
It’s been somewhat fun making my iPhone-owning friends jealous of how easy it is to toggle wifi or bluetooth on or off. If only I could say the same about the camera. Perhaps the speed/quality issue will be resolved in the fabled Dec 11 patch?
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed using this phone over the last week. Best phone ever.
Craftsman
Thursday, November 5th, 2009“The critical distinction between a craftsman and an expert is what happens after a sufficient level of expertise has been achieved. The expert will do everything she can to remain wedded to a single context, narrowing the scope of her learning, her practice, and her projects. (You can make good money by doing this.) The craftsman has the courage and humility to set aside her expertise and pick up an unfamiliar technology or learn a new domain.” — Dave Hoover
There needs to be a word to describe an ‘unavoidable overheard’
Thursday, November 5th, 2009There’s an older couple at a table near me sharing a pair of iPod earbuds. It’s quite cute. Periodically, he’ll (loudly) comment to her about when this song came out, or when the artist died, or how old he was when his dad caught him listening to ‘those bands’.
Cute until he starts talking about politics and exposes himself as one that doesn’t struggle with racism… he’s quite comfortable with it.
And with that, I’m packing up my stuff. Loudly.
