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Monthly Archives: February 2003

Cook for 5:12 or until tender

Caption these pictures from ready.gov. “Preparing Makes Sense.”

1.5-coastal

I have blocked off pretty much every weekend this March for trips to the city: lunch at Chanterelle, dinner at Serafina, nostalgia trip to Paul’s for a burger, and much imbibing of the elixir of life that can only be found at McSorley’s. Thankfully it’s a manageable drive, or, well…I don’t know what I’d do.

The term “bicoastal” applies to people who live/work on both the East and West Coasts… I wonder what term describes the dual East Coast-”flyover country” existence.

ObGeekPost

KABLOG!

reclaiming the title

Lately I’ve felt like my claim to geekhood has been diminishing… no real significant tech purchases since my <flaunt>20GB iPod</flaunt&gt, no longer at least trying to be an Early Adopter (those of the digerati that have the latest and greatest before everyone else–seriously, who can afford that anyway? Not I).

So a few weeks ago, I went and got a Treo 300. For a fleeting moment I thought about a Danger Hiptop a.k.a. T-Mobile Sidekick, but that would mean, among other things, relinquishing that 917-area code number that I am much too fond of. While compared to today’s modern marvels of engineering the Treo looks absolutely clunky, it’s actually quite elegant insofaras replacing the phone-PDA combo that I had been using previously. (And for some reason I just love the speakerphone.)

I used to run a Palm Vx with Omnisky service–you mate a CDPD modem sled from Novatel Wireless with the Vx, which totally ruins the slim form of the Palm. Service was good, but it was totally annoying to have to attach the thing every time I wanted to use it.

After having lost my StarTAC somewhere in the underbrush of suburban Connecticut, I didn’t even bother to repopulate my new mobile’s phonebook.

So now, I’ve got an all-in-one solution. I was planning on just test-driving the Treo for a week or two and then returning it to Best Buy, since the MSRP is really ridiculous, but a very helpful salesgirl helped me pick up a good chunk of the rebates that were available for the phone, so it’s for keeps now.

And I’ll be damned if this thing hasn’t rekindled my affinity for geek toys, not to mention kick my geek status back up a notch or two. Yes, it’s a step back from the T615C I had before, but I realized that I wasn’t really using it that much: the screen’s pretty but it doesn’t make up for the TOTALLY UNUSABLE up/down buttons. Grr.

Using AIM (with VeriChat, a very cool app) worked incredibly well. I only wish that I could find an IMAP client that worked as well (I’m going to centralize delivery of mail from my various email addys and I’d like to access it by IMAP). Also, the previous entry was entered in from my Treo, but using the standard MT entry interface on a small screen is too cumbersome. KABLOG to the rescue! I can feel the geekiness rising… now, if only I could get the email solution the way I want it, I’d be in heaven…

credible threats

What does it mean if the thought of my electronic gadgets falling victim to a directed-energy weapon worries me more than the thought of bio-terrorism?

…but not for me

Twunny-too.

unoriginal paradox

To feel utterly disconnected, despite the connectivity.

They are only so many words in the ether, lacking the all-too-important ingredient of personal context.

It’s like listening to a speech. I listen and hear, but the words were not addressed to me. No, they were meant for someone else, not for me.

On the outside looking in. Desperately wanting to be in.

I check in periodically to make sure you are still alive, but my purpose is to await the time when you will need me. Nothing more. In the meantime…

Disconnected. Despite the tethers of broadband, landline, mobile, and wireless.

Complete the loop for current to flow.

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seq=5001, syn=1…
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seq=5003, syn=1…

timeout

pedir a tu corazon

Music of choice for a lazy Saturday: Gipsy Kings. Mosaique and Love and Liberte.

Shout out to Nancy! We should have a Pgh-blogger get-together. Preferably when it’s warmer….hee hee.

Ticketstubs and stories, from memepool.

unoriginality

The so-called terror alert system is, ironically, a terror-provoking instrument itself. I don’t really pay attention to it. Is that prudent? Don’t know for sure, but at heart I’m just lazy. And if the sh*t hits the fan, then, whatever happens will happen. Whether or not I cover my whole apartment in plastic has little bearing on this. Yeah, I’ve got duct tape somewhere, I think.

I have a friend doing an internship in New York who is scared enough that she’d fork over $10 for a cab ride to work instead of spending the $1.50 for the subway. National Guard units on the bridges and tunnels, gridlock ensues…we saw all this in the wake of the eleventh. It didn’t freak me out then–presumably I was still in shock?–and it doesn’t freak me out now. I dunno. I passed through the checkpoints frequently. I guess I just got used to it. A friend from ye olde college humorously suggested that nothing would happen because “it’s ten degrees out”…”they’ll step off the boat, realize how cold it is, and get back on.” I’m inclined to agree. Keep taking the subway, young one.

On a lighter note, the hearts-themed Port Authority website celebrating Valentine’s Day inspired great visions of taking my laptop and tossing it out the window. If I were a bull seeing all that red being waved around, I’m sure I’d gore the screen out.

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come back Ali…! come back Ali’s sister…!