2010
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Test post
My phone got a bit wet over the weekend, and an hour later we noticed it was automatically dialing Micaela’s phone over and over. When we flipped it open, the normally blue background had turned red. Random malfunction or a cry for help?
Hello wordpress.
People not interested in technology stop reading. 9,000 other people and I left blogger over some ftp flap. Blogger stopped supporting ftp, and warned about it (thanks, Jack!). I thought I’d try to just “migrate” and do whatever they said, but in doing so the url had to change to something else. Perhaps I read […]
Dodge ball!
Last week in Albany a group of local guys set the world record for longest continuous dodge ball game. This event appealed to me in a number of ways. Not the world record part, even though the Guinness Book loomed large in my childhood: in 1976, I was part of the world’s largest kazoo orchestra […]
This Is the Story of Johnny Rotten
To paraphrase Public Enemy, “The Sex Pistols were heroes to most, but they didn’t mean shit to me.” OK, I’m exaggerating, but it was a matter of bad timing. As recording artists, the band came and went while I was still in elementary school—a few years away from really caring about music. So while the […]
Bye-Bye, Barnes and Noble
At the end of the month, my local Barnes & Noble is shutting down. Blame the exorbitant main-street rents in this town. Blame the economy. Blame the iPad. Blame it on the rain and the bossa nova. Use any tired descriptive phrases you like: “closing the book,” “the final chapter,” (Chapter 11?). It doesn’t change […]
An about face(book), for real this time
OK, so I was wrong, but I’m not too proud to admit it. Not nearly as bad as the Microsoft Chief Technology Officer who asserted in 1994 that the internet would only ever be the domain of “hobbyists”. Here are the tandard eight or so reasons: 1. Since my original Salt in Wound posting on […]
La Brea Tar Pit Cone
Who would have expected it to look any different.
Jack Silbert, curator