I usually don’t superimpose my IT superiority nor my experience or ability to troubleshoot IT-related problems with the finesse of a track star but for this post, and because there is so much drama with the iPhone, and my buddy Russ’ insistent idea that the iPhone is God-like in every feature, I feel the need to vent a bit.
Actually, I should say that my feelings have already been echoed by many writers who have written various articles detailing the chaos and hype surrounding the iPhone. Apple has even brought the price down to accommodate the growing population of 17-year-olds who are able to hack into its supposed superior infrastructure.
What about all the copycats out there pulling out all of their cut-and-paste tactics to bring the same technology but most likely at a much realistic price and expectation. Google’s about to present its Google phone as well as Sony’s PS3 phone, which will most likely hit the market before Christmas.
So, without too much effort, I am going to simply point you in the direction of that article. I am a current subscriber to Tech Republic.Com which is a great site for info, tools, and a range of articles from cell phone technology to how to impress your girlfriend…well, with a tech-style gift or some other device that requires batteries or a charger.
Am I digressing? Perhaps.
Anyway, Jody Gilbert wrote an excellent article describing why not to buy the iPhone entitled 10 Reasons Not To Buy The iPhone (at least, not yet). I don’t mean to take away from the iPhone’s prowess but could the world be anymore submissive to this technology that truly isn’t the first or last of its kind. Revolutionary technology? Not this year.
10 Reasons Not To Buy The iPhone (At least, not yet)
Too many times we are stuck in the mindset of making our new year’s resolution at the beginning of the year. This time is usually when our efforts from the last year have been collected, examined, or exhausted to the nth degree and quite frankly, we need a new start.
That feeling of a lost year into a new year is usually heart-felt on so many levels especially when the countdown from 10 to 1 looms in the distance.
With each downward spiral, we are that much closer to forgetting; we are also that much closer in allowing our past to be stamped out in preparation for the New Year. Why can’t we have this new-start-feeling throughout out the year vice only in the beginning?And as you know, New Year resolutions are a farce anyway. 8 out of 10 people who make resolutions usually drop them within seconds after the last drop of champagne since the balance between reality and fantasy is usually in the eye of the beholder. And if you think like me, most eyes jet back and forth like a REM video cassette, especially when that person is lying.
Oh well, I am digressing into irrelevancies and who knows what else.
The point: this year, resolution and all, has been fantastic for me so far and I feel like everyone should partition a portion of their day to bring back that feeling from around the 31st of the December, at around 11:59pm. You know, this is the time where your life started over with or without your input.
Who knows? You might even smile more.
The other day I was speaking with Troy about friendship and the various details that friends have to endure to either stand or love one another. From my standpoint, friends–well, at least good friends should be there unconditionally for each other but then the thought struck me:
Are friends really there for you unconditionally?
After a quick run through of my circle of friends, I realized the answer.
This is in part because within the confines of love and those cute little hugs, there are silent conditions that friends have for one another that either will break or make the relationship. I know from my own personal experiences that friendship can make a man think horrible things about his own personal social standings, which is why disclaimers have become somewhat the norm when it comes to friendships alike. Friendships that have to be explained or disclaimed outwardly do not deserve my time or energy anymore.
When I was younger, and being the only child, I had tons of friends and the mere idea of someone not liking me would carry me through the hardest of times. As I’ve grown into this man of many sides, I’ve come to the conclusion that friendship shouldn’t come with a set of disclaimers for the same reason that some books or movies shouldn’t come with Cliffnotes.I like–oh, let me say this again, I love my friends and I hope that I don’t inadvertently stem out a disclaimer in order to be my friend.
The greatest joy in friendship is the fact that one has one.
M. C. Davis
Wouldn’t it be great to be able to timestamp your life the same way I can timestamp blog entries for the future? The very nature of how we communicate would change dramatically change. We would never focus on the present for one thing because our days and nights would circumvent around the next best idea to be inserted into a day that hasn’t happened yet.
Oh, how sad a day.
I think the best application I have learned from blogging, especially with WordPress, is the wonderful ability to post thoughts and feelings for future posts at designated times. For some reason, I have fallen in love with this notion because it allows my days and nights to be focused on the nonessential elements from which my most forgetful element fall into. When I timestamp a blog entry and read it later, I feel that someone else is writing my life story for me and I, a lonely reader, quietly sits while sipping Chai Tea Latte in a small Brunswick, Maine coffee shop.
The other day my buddy Russ and I were having coffee, as usual, and the fact that Russ can’t remember hardly anything from yesterday to the a few minutes ago made me think of the whole concept within the artful science of blogging. For instance, he uses his blog to remember things that he’ll be destined to forget. He’s a programmer and although his passion for programming is zany to most, he has a blog with information that he’ll refer back to later as a reference for himself, vice a personal journal chock full of dirty secrets or tantric thoughts of the day. In essence, he is creating his own library of coding and the such.
So, 30 seconds later.
I realized that most likely I have a blog for the same reason in that I love the idea of getting all these things out and in the open. Ideally there is such a good feeling in knowing that my words will be forever etched into cyber space and no matter who reads it, the point is that I am reading it and truly that is what really matters. No grammarian or spell-checker looming in the distance.
Just me. Hanging loose. Writing.
The art of blogging: how selfish thou has become.
Why I’m Here
I don’t stand too tall
nor do I speak like
Abraham nor do I walk
with jive and speed
like bumble hives on
a warm sunny day
but I know why I’m here
and what I’m supposed to do.
I may not carry a tune with
sound of wisdom times faith
divided by square root of
some other number nor make the days
seem like ease on top of ease but
I do know why I am here and what
I am supposed to do.
Like others, I may not grant
the kindest smile or extend my hands
with grace nor take the time to admire the
moon on crystal nights or make a mirror
of my image in your eyes but I know
why I’m here and what I am supposed to do.
In other words, don’t clamor my style
by cutting short my worship and my attention
to what I am supposed to do because
my time as well as my heart doesn’t belong to you.
See, you tend to disagree for the sake
of disagreement but instead
let’s make your moment become our moment like
we used to do in the golden age?
When our minds were filled up like waterfalls
on a clear Sunday afternoon.
That’s why I am here and that is what I am supposed to do.
M. C. Davis
Sometimes when I write either a part of the novel or some daring slam poetry, I think of something so obtuse that I lose immediate focus on everything around me. I’m not too sure if this is healthy or not but I think most people experience symptoms of this thinking game in some fashion or another.
The game of focusing has always amazed me because when I was a younger guy, I used to try to focus on everything around me, which was futile at best. I don’t think my brain could comprehend everything at once and with such eccentricity around me, I don’t think anyone could. The only thing I knew is that learning how to truly focus on something was a lot harder than it looked and it wasn’t just simply looking at something for more than 30 seconds.
Like the other day.
I’m sitting in Panera listening to Norah Jones, and staring into a laptop screen which out of nowhere, the laptop’s screen suddenly changes form and I am back home playing in the neighborhood with the guys. I am fighting over “Who’s It?” then having my first sexual experience, then graduating from high school, but just as soon as those memories flashed back, I was back in Panera looking at a blank screen and still listening to Norah Jones.
I know the nature of how we think is almost a “dare to think” mental game we play but then again, is this necessarily a bad thing?
I don’t think so.
In fact, I think blogs and the such were designed around this notion. Sit. Think. Write.
So, I will welcome the gaze because if anything, it gives me a reason to stand out in a crowd and you know how I love to stand out in a crowd. This upcoming week-end might be a little slow for posts since I am off to the woods for playtime, story time, and a little bit of poetry thrown in.
Yesterday I turned 31.
And I think the best part of that day was that I actually woke up late (around 7am) and the cable guy who came by to fix a problem actually upgraded our service, which saved me $2.
It was a strange day but even now I know that being 31 won’t do anything for my ego, libido, strength, or overall understanding of my purpose in life. 31 means 31 and only 31 because if 31 could talk to me, it would say only one thing…
“just wait until you turn 32”
Anyway, Troy has something planned this evening, of which I am completely clueless as to the plans but perhaps once a year being clueless isn’t that bad huh? My mom, whom I haven’t spoken to in a while, called this morning to wish me a Happy Birthday but since we are at odds with ourselves nowadays, I don’t think I’ll be calling her back anytime soon.
The course of growing older is getting more and more complex each day but then again, I think if we had the option to grower younger, we would still be perplexed as to the nature of growing. So, grow in peace and while you’re nodding your head, thank God that you are even able to do anything…like breathe.
or grow up.
Today was interesting and for once, this post will be extremely quick and to the point.
Why do people wait until the last minute to do the most important items? Some people say that the most inspiring thoughts come to those who wait until the last iota of time to put the info out.
I say rubbish because in between sweating like banshee in heat, the stress is just not worth it.
Wondering what it was?
I live in Portland, Maine and for the past 7 years or so, I have claimed every street lamp, cobble stone, and street bum as my own private collection of wonderful things I love about this city. So, it takes a lot for me to stray too far from the city that has given so much to me in the sense of who I have become.
The other day, I walked down to my art studio on the corner of Congress and High street and noticed a different type of energy. It was a passing sense of things leaving the city and it felt cold and uneven with what I’ve been used to feeling in the city. There were several “For Lease” signs in the storefronts, more trash on the streets, and more attitude with the people walking. Also, the noise that once saturated the city with a nice cool vibe was more silent and dismal now, where I felt disconnected and slightly angry at the city’s progression.
The character of the city, if you can call it that, is most likely at a crux in between the old and the new. The more subtle parts of the city are emerging as bold and vivid while perhaps the more noticeable parts of the city are secretly departing. In essence, perhaps I am also departing in some direction from the city while the city itself has remained the same. In either case, maturity on any level sucks and I hate the idea of growing while things around me grow differently or don’t bother growing at all.
Portland, for all she has given me, will always keep me in sync with my loves, priorities, and goals and I pray that this transition I feel in the city will only grow from what we have learned from vice detract from the beauty of a city that has provided so much grounding for some many people.
I Want To Be Like Langston
The hills are too far for my reach
and I am desperately seeking a
way to understand his
words, ideas, and fantasies,
since I am here and he is there.
Life stumbles on like drunken soldiers
and I am dashing from your start
to my finish, wondering just how you
did that. I am lying around
and tempting myself into thinking
that you are at the gate
when all along you were
standing in the window
with your little yellow
pad, jotting metaphors
and dangling participles.
I want to be like Langston
because he knew what the soul
craved and he understood
how delicate words are to digested.
I want to be like Langston because
he understands my need for peace
and the trees that guard my gift
surrounding the culture within these bones.