Oculus Habent writes | about 6 years ago OK, seriously... it took me two minutes to figure out that my last journal was too old to comment in... just couldn't seem to see that line of text in the haze of an interface.
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Haven't been here in a while. I'll try to keep better tabs on this place.
Hey. I'm here, I'm there. I'm not around much these days, but I'm still lurking.
How y'all been?
Speech made our country great. We started out as a series of letters, articles, and speeches.
Speech made our country progress. The melting pot allowed people to challenge cultural expectations, and speech drove people to act.
The infringement of speech made our country sterile. Limitations on comfortable and acceptable and, worse still, correct took away our dialog. People became sensitive because they were told they should be. People stopped saying things... not because they didn't believe them, but because they shouldn't say them. We sealed our differences and problems away behind a facade of correctness.
The infringement of speech has broken logic and sense. Now that it is wrong to say a thing, it becomes wrong to think the thing. Our limitation of speech has turned into a limitation of thought.
I may not agree with what you think. I may not agree with what you say. I may think your opinion is bad, or wrong, or even dangerous. But it is yours to have.
If I stand by and deny you have a different opinion, I am enabling the perpetuation of your opinion by my inaction. It is only through communication that we can learn. Without dialog, we are stagnant.
My left and right hemispheres are in an arms race, and they are mining my sinuses for biological weapons.
No one wins this kind of war.
the tea is too hot,
it will surely burn my tongue
i drink anyway
Waiting for the water to heat, I tear open the packet of Sugar-Free Lime Jell-O, and suddenly I am four years old, and the air is thick with fingerpainting. This magic powder smells of pale blue liquid starch, mixed with non-toxic Tempra paint that I smear it around in swirls and shapes on construction paper. I've got paint up to my elbows, and so does every kid sitting at the table with me, and we are all smiling ear-to-ear.
As I pour the boiling water in over the powder, the familiar lime scent fills the room, and the moment is gone. But as the Jell-O cools, a lingering trace of starch hangs in the air, and makes me smile.
Hey - any of you MacBook or MacBook Pro owners -- do you notice any delays in sleep? My PowerBook G3 was insta-sleep, insta-wake. The MBP will sit for several seconds before sleeping.
Some guesswork on this yet to do. I did copy my profile over when I got the new Mac, so I'll be creating a new user and seeing if it happens on that one.
I'll keep you posted.
Has any legislator ever heard the term "incentive"?
Instead of banning bad things, how about offering tax breaks and refunds for doing/using good things, or even taxes on "bad" things?
Isn't it better to nudge people in the right direction than to blockade off the wrong ones?
At some point, a person must make their own choice, even if it's the wrong one.
Got my MacBook Pro. So smooooth and shiiiiiny. Substantially faster than the 1.66 Core Duo Mac mini, but the faster, better processor and 4x the memory can do that. Profile copied over from my PowerBook, and I'm enjoying the mostly useless glow of the keybaord backlight. 802.11g is hella faster than b.
Ambient light sensors and TV in a dark room make for a throbbing keyboard.
MacBook Pro. Schweet.
NOTE: This is me, waxing poetic about my old laptop. Skip to the **** if you don't care.
I'm a laptop kind of guy. When they said you can't take it with you, they there wrong. I've owned a PowerBook since 1995, starting with the PowerBook 190. After a summer of interning, I bought myself a PowerBook 1400cs in 1997, and traded my 190 in on a PowerBook G3 (Pismo) through a deal Apple set up to appease owners of 190s and 5300s -- bad power connector design led to them snapping of motherboards... happened to me twice.
My G3 has served me well, though I've been unkind to it. Over the years, I've literally stepped on it twice, with no ill effects. I've lost the IR port cover. I fell and shattered the screen, which I later replaced. The 10-gig drive was too small, so I upped it to a 30-gig, and the DVD-ROM died, so I replaced it with a Combo drive from an iBook -- without a faceplate. The new battery's contacts have become bent and it spontaneously loses power, so it's become a tethered portable, too. I've been hard with the connectors, and one USB and one FireWire port don't work anymore. The case is cracked around the TouchPad button (happened the same time as shattering the screen).
Still, it's been with me for over six years, and seen every version of Mac OS between 9.0.2 and 10.3.9, including Mac OS X Beta. I've logged thousands of hours on this keyboard. It's alternated between my primary and secondary computer as my PCs grew and aged. It's no longer fast enough to play some things -- even Homestar Runner gets out of sync at times -- but it's got a solid browser and e-mail client, and I am not ashamed to say that I am fond of it.
I have long considered the Pismo to be some kind of peak in Apple laptop design. Not that the TiBook, AlBook, and MacBook Pro aren't great systems; it's just that the Pismo had so many things going for it. Removable media drive that offers a second battery. Modem, Ethernet, IrDA, 802.11, and FireWire for networking, and I've used them all. I've used every port, slot and connector on my PowerBook for some real task. It's substantially upgradeable -- the wireless, memory, hard drive and processor are all accessed under the keyboard and require at most a philips screwdriver. I could push it to a 550 MHz G4 with 1 gig of RAM if I chose, but the upgrades are half the cost of a new MacBook Pro.
I had my eye on the late-model PowerBook G4s, and the MacBook Pro, and waiting has only brought better things. $2500 has gone from 512MB to 2GB of memory, 60GB to 120GB, 128 to 256 VRAM, 802.11g to 802.11n. So, I've been fighting with myself for months, and what I might call good sense finally gave in to the shiny.
Refurbished, with a 20% discount, I should be seeing my new MacBook Pro 2.33 Core 2 Duo today or Monday, depending on the whims of FedEx.
Yeah, I'm one of those.
So, my money is on media.
They pre-announced the iTV, to help push movies with the promise of viewing them on your TV. Also, everything but the Mac Pro comes with built-in draft-n chipsets these days.
I think they'll release the iTV -- whatever it ends up being called -- along with an update that enables the draft-n capabilities in existing systems, more studios in the online movie sales, and possibly the "One True Video iPod®"
Then the iPhone, Mac Phone, Apple Phone, Mac Talk, Steve's Super Duper Communicator Plus 5000... whatever. I'd like to see a hard drive model, but people keep talking about Nano equivalency. It's supposed to run a slimmed down Mac OS X, so I'm expecting 802.11 & Bluetooth as well as GSM/GPRS/EDGE, and the ability to download songs from the iTunes Music Store. I also suspect that Sherlock will be a big part of the phone's software services.
I think we might see vidcast software, much like the podcast additions to Garageband, which will go nicely with the built-in iSight cameras and iChat's "greenscreen" abilities.
Who are you?
No one of consequence.
I must know.
Get used to disappointment.
Filled with stolen sunlight
Fall like atom bombs
On broad grape leaves
Outstretched and yellowing in the autumn afternoon.
Splash miniature mushroom clouds
Frightening in their reproduction
Brilliant in their grace
On the thick, veiny leaves.
Twist and weave through the canopy above me
Wild grow the grapes, here.
These are my grandfather's grapes.
This is where I live, in the moments in between the shocks and horrors. In these sweet seconds, I find bliss and solitude. I wrap myself around these moments and let them flow into me and hope -- hope beyond reason or logic or faith -- that it will hold me through to the next one.
And then I run.
This Monday, I spent the day in or about my car.
I took a friend to Logan to fly to Florida. From there it was an immediate jump to Peabody to get my Cooper its first oil change.
First off... it was awesome. I handed him my key, and he put it on this thing and said, "You have 13433 miles on your car." I was unaware that my KEY carried that information around. GLEE!
Anyway, so it was two hours of waiting in the comfy chairs with the 60" plasma screen and the free coffee, soda, and wi-fi.
So, they tell me the brake noise is probably a bit of rust on the rotors, nothing to worry about, and to clear it up I should so some high-speed ABS stops. Yes. That's right. Just lock the brakes at fifty.
Who couldn't love that?
Anyway, on the way home, I came up behind an ambulance that seemed to be weaving a bit. Keeping it in the lane, but not on a tight course. No one in the back, so not like the driver was fending off massive squirts of blood, or something.
As I passed, I glanced over to see the driver.
On a flip-down 7" widescreen LCD.
This is an emergency services vehicle. Presumably the driver was a trained EMT or paramedic. If I had been thinking clearly after witnessing this event, I would have grabbed the plate number, time, and company of the ambulance, and reported it.
Now, I answer the phone while driving. I have occasionally sent text messages while driving. I sometimes take pictures while driving. These are admittedly actions that take my attention from my driving. None of them, however, were performed in anything like highway traffic. Nor are any of them designed to require my full visual attention.
I haven't been around much. I lurk and try and keep updated on the goings-on, but I know I'm slacking in that respect. I've tossed up a couple of quick writings, but nothing much about me. So, here goes.
Last time I really talked about like, I had been fired and got a new job. I'm enjoying the job a great deal. My coworkers are good people and reasonable. I think I'm doing pretty well there.
Before the job change, my ex-gf and I split, and I kept the apartment, which put me living pretty close to my means. A friend of mine moved in for a few months after returning from Houston, but got An Offer He Couldn't Refuse (tm) in Arizona, so I was back on my own.
When I lost my job, I couldn't knew I couldn't maintain my apartment, car, and food, and I moved in with a friend and his wife and daughter -- I got two rooms in the upstairs... my own little "apartment". It was nice being closer to my friends, and work was just a few minutes down the road. I knew going in it wouldn't be everything I wanted; it's hard moving into someone else's house when you've had your own, but it was going OK.
Their financial situation was in a state of decay, and they're losing the house. That added stress seems to have cemented the failure of the marriage, so it's over, too. It's going to be an exciting few months.
I'll be moving, soon In the mean time, I'm trying to convince myself to start spring cleaning. I have developed a mild pack-rat nature, but I'm trying to fight it. I figure I can toss nearly half of what I own. I have training manuals from dead contracts at dead call centers at dead companies. I have phone cords and spare USB cables and most of a dismantled, dysfunctional iBook. I have the original box for my 32" TV -- actually handy, as I've been moving with it...
Most of all, I've been letting myself wallow. I know that I shouldn't and I'm pushing myself to do something about it. This is one of the first steps. I'm taking the wheel. Now what have I done with my keys...
My to-do list:
That as seen through one eye glance
Corner, board gap, peered askance
Holds more intrigue, danger, thrill
Than any other looking chance.
I am thankful for the time we have with those we love.
For friends and family, close and distant.
For memories and stories and pictures of those we have lost.
I am thankful for child-like awe and wonder.
For warm sunshine on my face and cold air in my nose.
For golden sunsets and pouring rains.
I am thankful for the work of those who have sworn to help and protect us.
For those we would die for, and those who would die for us.
For doctors and soldiers and parents.
I am thankful for the tools to learn and teach.
For patience and perserverance.
For contemplation and understanding.
I am thankful for this day and for each that follows.