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June 30, 2007
The only good iPhone is a dead iPhone
The ever brilliant Anandtech has ALREADY dissected an iPhone
To get to this point they had to basically destroy (possibly not beyond repair...) the casing. Compare the iPhone with the OpenMoko (Linux OS) based Neo1973. The development kit comes with a guitar pick to allow you to open the case more easily - when they mean an open phone, they really mean it!
The iPhone battery takes up most of the casing and as Anandtech mentions - "there is no way you are replacing this thing on your own". Having said that, it is the first generation iPhone and possibly (possibly....) like the iPods before it, the battery life and form size will be inversely proportional.
Still, it begs the question; what happens when the battery is depleted? I did an admittedly very quick search to see if there was any obvious information. But, the genius of Apple is working again and people are not thinking about the important questions (which could well be moot - I've never used the iPhone):
- As it is a touch-screen, what happens when someone phones you and the iPhone is in your pocket - does the contact from your pocket answer the call?
- Possibly this is one of the main reasons it is a multi-touch screen - but, if some algorithm is used to figure out that the iPhone is in your pocket - how difficult will it be to answer a call if you are holding the iPhone but have parts of your fingers over the screen at the same time?
- Can you text while not looking at it? First reports suggest no
- Accessibility? This is not a phone for people with accessibility issues - sight impairment (blind can forget about it by the looks of it, unless there is an audio interface? What about people with mobility issues with their hands/fingers? Any reports I have read suggest that using the iPhone is a to-handed job - but I remember using my first mobile - it took me a couple of weeks before I could confidently hold it in one hand and text with it.
- I remember the horrible experience I had with the Sony Ericsson phone that I had - great camera, lousy phone experience. OK, that was mostly down to the lousy software and the fact that the buttons stopped working after a few months, but, as the iPhone is pushing its 'ubiquitous computing' angle - will it be a decent phone?
- AT&T - evil, evil, evil company. Why Steve? Why? What will we be lumped with here in Europe?
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June 25, 2007
Note to clients...
Please pay me, you fucking knob jockeys.
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June 13, 2007
PVP Online - homage to the real Superman
Sniff, I miss you Chris Reeves!
...in case you are wondering what the hell I am talking about - rent this movie
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My neighbours are demonstrative
My upstairs neighbours are german (it seems). They are quiet enough, although they smoke on the balcony and drop ash on my balcony, which is not a huge problem.
Apparently they like sex. Loud, demonstrative, noisy, brash, sex.
The girl is a screamer.
I thought I was the only one who noticed it, but, the other day, during a particularly enthusiastic performance, I hurried - all a tremble - to the window to locate the source of the familiar, throaty groans that I had heard them on more than one occasion over the last few weeks.
At 11 am, I was standing rapt on my balcony, head tilted (รก la - his masters voice - how apt) realising that the midnight chorus that had lulled me to troubled sleep on so many previous occasions was coming from directly upstairs.
The fact that it was early in the day - a very hot day (hot under my collar anyway) - and as such the curtains were open, it should have come as no surprise that the english stag party passing through Smithfield Market were staring in shock, surprise and amusement at the guttural, Teutonic yelps that issued from just above my head.
I felt, for a dizzy moment, that I was part of something bigger than myself, that somehow the almost animal grunts and groans had simultaneously eradicated the complexities of my humanity while transporting me above and beyond the normal hum-drum existence that I claimed as my own, shattering expectations and tossing me (as such) into a landscape unknown.
I stood outside my life for a brief, shivering moment before I realised that standing on my balcony, listening to someone get it on, partly tumescent (it has to be admitted), being the only visible component in a very public display was somehow, demeaning.
Still.
A screamer.
Fantastic.
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Does sound have more to do with our nerves than electricity?
An interesting idea, but if it were true, I think they need to consider what that would mean.
If nerve impulses do consist of sound impulses rather than electrical impulses, then how does the sound of the everyday world not affect our nerve impulses?
I know that the emotional connectivity tthat can be felt at a gig owes more to tribalism ( and possibly chemistry...) than it does to nerve impulses - how can we know the affect that different classes of music will have on a fundamental aspect of our being?
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June 8, 2007
Beauty Pugalists
Tickets.ie sends me reminder notices about upcoming events. Tonight's was
Don't miss world championship boxing
of course I read it as
Miss World, championship boxing
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