Jul 6 2010

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Mar 11 2009


Being on the bleeding-edge of gadgetry is not a job requirement in any job I’m qualified to perform. So I can afford to spend my money on other things and enjoy a comfortable level of schattenfreude when I see people complaining about the price of new electronics.

I also have the priviledge to recoil in surprise at the directions to which technology is drifting. The militant miniaturization of electronics is inevitable considering the ever-shrinking size of semiconductors, but when your iPod shuffle is significantly smaller than your thumb, I start to wonder about the drawbacks of teeny-tiny things and such. I have personally lost two USB flash drives because they were too petite to track. I suspect that they fell between a pair of atoms in my floor. Cellphones were rapidly approaching the size appropriate to this quantum miracle but recent keyboard integration seems to have swung them back around to at least reasonable size, provided your hands are those that would belong to a Malasian child laborer.

And as though that weren’t enough, certain specific geniuses at this year’s TED have created a poorly-named “Sixth Sense” device that accumulates meta-data and works with a webcam and projector to display that data in what could only be called a brilliant presentation. I’m not sure what practical purpose it might serve if and when it became available, but I can’t see any limit to such a device’s use in nearly every facet of my life, professional or otherwise.

Apr 25 2006

Why the hell am I still in this room?

It’s amazing to me how quickly I’ve become incredibly bored in school. Right now I’m writing this while in class, during lecture. Could be taking notes, but I’m not. Why? Because I’m bored. Not much happening in this class right now and as “entertaining” (emphasis on the quotes) as my professor is, this material still feels like High School and every time we hit another chapter it’s Deja Vu all over again.

I’ll say this, I’ve got some amusingly silly classmates. Somehow we’ve gotten onto birth control or something and rate of pregnancy. And I’ve got to admire how my teacher manages to get everyone back on track after one of those ten-minute long shouting sessions where everybody gets excited about something and starts yelling out whatever pops into their heads.

And honestly, the only thing about world overpopulation that interests me is the gigantic divide between the rich minority and the poor majority.

Feb 6 2006

Yeah, I’m not satisfied.

I mean, how is that different from any other day of the year?

The band meetings have been sparse recently but that’s no one’s fault, just certain key members have had inventory counts and trips to Boston and stuffs to do. We’ve got a name and an account with a certain other horribly overused blog company, and as a result I expect it’s only a matter of time before we’re all smothered by dreadful emo web algae. At least you need permissions of some kind to post there. That should keep the detritus away.

But it’s the dreadfull mass of averages that I’m working through every day. I mean, I’ve got the Superbowl on TV behind my monitor and it’s pretty much dissolved into turnovers every ten seconds and incompletes punctuated by occasional strokes of luck. Pretty dull stuff, as most Superbowl games are, in my opinion.

So what, I can’t even be entertained by the single biggest testosterone celebration of the year? At least I’m honest enough to admit that I’m not so nerdy that I don’t watch football. It’s a start. But that’s not the problem. The problem is that I’m still not enjoying anything. Not even with the aid of pharmaceuticals. Granted I’m still not taking them all too reliably but I’m certain I should’ve noticed a change by now.

At least World of Warcraft’s been going well. I’ve managed to get Brannigan up to level 30 but, even though my brother’s got his internets running again, he can’t join in the fun ’cause Blizzard’s decided to suspend new characters on many servers, including Tichondrius. Well, poop.

Jesus Christ now I’m dissatisfied by the fact that this whole post has been nothing but me whining and bitching about how shitty my life is! Well, my good friend Carl has a good philosophy for times like this:

“I’ve got a roof over my head, a car in my driveway, a steady job, a significant other and food in my fridge. Shit’s allright.”

Too bad I can’t think like that every second of the day. But I’m working on it.