Somewhere far removed from the cacophony of big news stories emerging last week, Samsung quietly uttered three magical and potentially momentous words: “SSDs for everyone.” Solid state drives have…
Really interesting story on The Verge about SSDs and the transition not just to faster storage and the race to make it more affordable, but also the decreasing need to keep all your “stuff” on local storage.
The most recent hard drive crash taught me two things - first, almost everything I have is stored on some online service (Google Music, Flickr, Dropbox, Google Drive) and second, I need to get better about storing everything online, and then filtering what I want to be publicly available.
(For example, I lost a lot of pictures because my habit has been to take a LOT of pictures, process on my laptop, and only upload the “good” ones. That means a lot of not-so-good pictures were kept locally and, when my drive gave up the ghost, were lost to the ether…
Side note: full disk encryption is great, until you want to use traditional disk maintenance tools to try to salvage data…
Long, rambling way of saying the article is spot on - online storage is cheap and easy - and SSDs are fantastic.)
I started a long and long-overdue blog post, looking back over the past tumultuous year. Angsty, filled with retrospectives about lost friends, betrayal, heartache…
Then the Army of Kids came over for their good-night hugs and kisses: Emma and Sarah obviously, but also James and Joey, Owen and Adam.
I’m sitting here on my couch, with a house full of kids getting ready for bed. The most amazing woman I’ve ever met is upstairs wrangling the boys to bed, kissing some, reading the riot act to others. Once she’s done, she’ll come back downstairs and we’ll share our days, and share the night.
In every sense of the word, this past year has changed my life for the better. In every possible way, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
So, there’s no need for bellyaching and bringing up the past, reliving the things that happened. Without those things, I wouldn’t be where I am now - surrounded by love, happy and content with where I am, and where we’re going.
Thank you to everyone this year. Without you, I wouldn’t be where I am.
Most of all, thank you to Megan. Thank you for being amazing, for filling our home with love, for accepting me for who I am, faults and warts along with the good and wonderful, too.
Thank you, Megan, for picking me.
Happy Holidays, everyone. I hope you have a wonderful New Year.
So, I could write on and on about all the changes and happenings in my life over the past months, especially the past month.
I could tell you all about my trip to Cape Cod and Boston, about going to Fenway and seeing the Red Sox beat the Royals. I could tell you about all the changes at home, and the fact that things are finally starting to come to a conclusion. I could tell you about the concert I went to on Monday night, and listening to two of my favorite voices perform live – a concert that I didn’t think I’d be able to ever see, in a venue that’s just breathtaking.
I could sit here and spout all kinds of wonderful things, amazing things, coincidences and moments that still shock and amaze me.
People keep telling me that I deserve it, that I deserve the sudden and unexpected changes in fortune. Keep telling me that I’ve worked hard and I’m finally getting the rewards of working hard, that I’ve given up so much of myself and taken so many hits, wear so many scars that the universe is finally bringing some balance back.
I prefer to just not think about any of it. I prefer to enjoy it.
I prefer to get up in the morning, and make a cup of coffee. I prefer to sit on my front porch while it’s still dark out and watch the sunrise. I prefer to watch my hummingbird feeder, and enjoy the daily visit from my hummingbird friend.
I prefer to spend my time with my girls, listening to them tell me about their day, how long they went swimming, visiting family and spending the day watching my girls as they sit on the edge between being girls and teenagers. I prefer remembering them when they were small, when I could hold them each in the crook of my arm. I prefer their smiles.
I prefer to spend my time with my friends, old and especially new and unexpected, and enjoy my life. Enjoy the feeling of calm, of being accepted and even loved, to quote Paul Simon, “for who I am, where I am.”
Life sometimes comes at you from out of left field.
For those of you who know me – both closely and my friends and followers on the social networks – I’m sure you’re figuring out that I’m going through some pretty complicated and painful life changes.
Betrayal. Hurt and pain. People destroying families and lives, and friendships.
I’m caught in the middle of this hurricane, neither completely blameless nor able to remove myself from this storm.
It would be easy to lash out, to hurt, to cause pain in return. It’d be equally easy to justify all that as things other people deserve, things that they brought on themselves, to tell myself that it was my right to mete out whatever justice I could see fit through yelling and screaming and hurting other people.
Someone reminded me last night of a great quote:
"Anger is like taking poison to try to kill someone else".
No matter how angry I get, no matter how much I want to force feelings of shame, remorse, repentance, and self-loathing into and onto others, I can’t.
My anger hurts me. My anger hurts the people left in this horrible situation that I still care about: the children who will have to deal with the repercussions and pain for years and years to come. Children who don’t understand why families are being torn apart, lives being uprooted, and are caught in the middle, hurt and sad and confused.
My anger just adds to that hurt.
It is difficult to remove myself from the daily pain just the presence of these people are causing in my life. At work and at home, there is no escape from the regular reminders of just how selfish and hurtful two people can be, how carelessly they regard the feelings of others, how unaware they are of the damage and wreckage they leave behind them. But, in order to work, to live my life, be the Dad my two girls need, and to find peace, that’s what I have to do.
This isn’t a post so much about other people and their actions, as it is me trying to sort through this all and make sense of what’s happening. I’m being as circumspect as I can, out of respect for people who aren’t yet ready to talk about what’s going on, but still – as I often do – I’ll work through my issues both privately and to some extent publicly. It’s who I am.
I’ve lost my center – at this point, I’m not sure I can see my center from where I am. But, I have to find it again.
I have to remember that I deserve so much better than what I’ve been dealt, and that no amount of forgiveness that I can offer, no amount of loneliness or sadness means that I will settle for less than I deserve.
Until I figure that out – how to find my center again, how to find at least peace – you may see a lot of public thinking. Here, on the Twitters and Facebooks, and elsewhere. If that’s not something you want to see, ignore me, unfollow me, hide me.
Otherwise, stick around to watch the mess unfold. Offer your friendship and understanding. In any case, your friendship and support, True Believers, is welcome and appreciated.
Last weekend, Jake showed off a pretty great little program for my iPad: Noteshelf. After using it on his iPad for a few minutes, it all clicked, and I ran out to get a stylus for my iPad. Since, my iPad has replaced my collection of pens and Moleskines – if you know me at all, you know that’s a Big Deal.
What this means is that I’ve been using the iPad a lot more, especially at work. That also means that the little annoyances of the iPad are really starting to irk me. The first one, and the biggest one for me, is the Notifications system.
I’m used to Android. I love Android. When I get an alert on Android, I get an icon in the status bar, and in some cases, I get a little ticker with a blurb of info about the alert - the sender of an email, the first few lines of a Google Voice message. The Android team has a great new page on the Notifications system for Android as part of their new Android Design developer portal. In short, I love the way Android does notifications, and in my opinion, it’s one of the key plusses about Android when compared to iOS.
On the iPad? Apple’s trying - the new Notifications Center works well, and the idea of shuffling off the alerts to Somewhere Else obviously apes Android. But, take a look at the Notifications Center page again, specifically this section of the screenshot, showing a notification alert:
Do you see the problem I have with that implementation? Compare it to the notification ticker on Android 4.0:
The notification alert covers up UI elements that I interact with!
The biggest problem is when I’m using Safari, but it also happens quite a bit with Noteshelf: I’ll reach up to interact with the application and, as my finger or stylus is moving, I’ll get an alert. Instead of tapping in the address bar, or hitting the UI element I want to interact with, I’m now shuffled off to the application sending the alert, since I tapped on the alert instead of what I was planning on touching moments before.
Today, in a meeting, I actually dropped a couple of curses twice, when I was tossed off to Mail without wanting to.
Notifications suck. I might just turn them off entirely.
9:12 Sweet. I got my first Google Talk spambot request in, like, forever.
9:12 Unless firstname.lastname@example.org is a real person.
9:13 I’m going to go out on a limb and say no.
9:13 Hmmm. Maybe I should chat with her. She sounds HAWT.
9:13 “Hey, baby, want to give the Turning test a go?”
9:13 Oooh. Her real name is summer corbett. She MUST be real.
9:13 I bet she’s an heiress.
9:14 An heiress whose husband/boyfriend is abusive, and is looking for a nice guy to help her escape the Hong Kong brothel/Nigerian rape camp/SoCal porn set.
9:15 All she needs is a couple hundred dollars for a plane ticket, and then she and I can get access to her trust fund and live like kings. Sexy, sexy kings.
9:15 Ask her if she’s okay with being the keytar player for Rock Band.
9:16 We need one of those. Maybe she’d even buy the XBox 360 version for us.
9:16 Because Kinect looks cool, thank you very much.
9:16 That’s right. She IS an heiress.
9:16 Once she gets here, I’m sure she will.
9:17 See if she can cook.
9:18 Oooh, she’s 22/female.
9:19 22/Venusian would have been tough.
9:19 22/Martian would have been a little too John Carter.
9:19 But awesome.
9:19 Captain James T. Kirk has blazed the trail.
9:19 Did you see that The Shat has a one-man show on Broadway in February?
9:20 And, guess who’s going to NYC in February for work…
9:20 I saw he did a G+ post about it, but I didn’t really read it.
9:20 Are you now, you lucky dog…
9:20 I am. I just need to convince Adin that’s a wise expenditure. I think she’d understand.
9:22 You know, it’s a sad testament to life on the Internet when messing with Nigerian chat scammers isn’t even fun any more.
9:22 It happens. You get jaded.
9:22 See if they’re a midget. That might put some zest back into it.
9:23 Ah, too late. When “she” ignored me saying that I don’t char with people I don’t know, I lost interest. I mean, she didn’t even TRY.
9:23 They just don’t have the same drive to succeed they used to.
9:24 They really don’t. Maybe they should just go back to gold farming. Or whatever crap you collect in SW:TOR. Wookie pelts.
Several people have been asking me what I think of the iPad, and I’ve been meaning to write something long-form – a quasi-review, if you will – up here. Long story short, that still hasn’t happened.
What’s the short-form review? It hit me this morning, when I plugged in my MacBook at the office and unlocked the screen.
Staring at me were my Chrome windows from the last time I was using my MacBook: Friday afternoon, when I was troubleshooting the DSL, and a window from Saturday when I was working on setting up a third 802.11 base station with WDS at home.
Other than that, I’ve been using the iPad all weekend.
Work? Long writing spells, like Strategic Plans and the like? Totally MacBook.
Everything else? It’s either the iPad, or when it’s being used or just “too big”, my Nexus.
We’ll see what Ice Cream Sandwich has in store tomorrow, but this past weekend with iOS 5 is the first time I’ve seriously considered looking at the iPhone for my next upgrade.
“Why didn’t I play longer? That’s a good question. You see, the game requires an always-on Internet connection, and the servers seemed to set themselves on fire a few hours after I downloaded the beta, and this dumped me from the game. You not only need to be online to play, you need to connected to Blizzard at all times. So if your connection goes down, or if their servers crash, you can’t play. Not even single player.”—
“I believe each time your company doubles in size, it needs to reinvent how it communicates, and each subsequent transformation is increasingly radical and foreign. Fred, if we’re going to grow we need to constantly reinvent ourselves.”—
Corporate earnings are the highest they’ve been relative to worker wages and benefits since just before the Great Depression. And the richest 1 percent of Americans are getting a higher percent of total income since just before the Great Depression.
Get it? It was only a matter of time before the boom on Wall Street turned into a bust. Economic booms cannot continue without American workers participating in them.
“I’m enough of an old technology hand to know that any love we harbour for our gadgets is unrequited and generally tragic – not least because you are not destined to have a long-term love-affair with your gizmos, as they will be semi-obsolete in a year or two.”—
I think Cory nailed why we call gadgets “sexy” and have some degree of techno-lust: they’re not the long-term relationship types. They’re the hot love affair that burns with a tremendous brightness, and then flames out as soon as the next New Hot Thing comes along.