I totally want one of these. :)
At the Apple Store now.
Update: Okay, I did it. It'll be at my brother's house in a week or so and hopefully I can pick it up in 3 weeks when I get back to Boston.
May 31, 2007
May 30, 2007
Moving Toward the Dark Side
I've actually be thinking of going Macbook or Macbook Pro for the next laptop. I've been a PC person since college, but what can I say, it's a beautiful powerful machine.Comments always appreciated.
May 29, 2007
Laptop Dying By Inches
Okay, my Dell laptop is dying by inches. So far the parts replaced have been:
Lord only knows what's going to die next.
- Screen (within weeks of first getting it back about 7-8 years ago)
- Battery (just a few months ago)
- Internal keyboard (just a few weeks ago)
- Hard-drive (waiting for parts)
Lord only knows what's going to die next.
May 24, 2007
My New Neighbors
I've told people that my new flat is near a farm. The Mudchute Park & Farm to be exact.Here are some pix of my neighbors that I took last night and this morning.
That's right. I live near cows and goats. There's also foxes and horses. (Though this is London, which has foxes like other cities have wild cats and dogs roaming free.)
May 22, 2007
London Time Adjustment
Unfortunately, not a friggin' problem.
My last night before I head back to London and suddenly I'm awake and sitting up in bed. I'm wide awake and totally friggin' hostile about it. It took me a moment to realize what the hell was going on. A glance at the clock by the bed confirmed that it was about one in the friggin' morning. If a noise had woken me up, it certainly hadn't been repeated.
Then it hit me. It was six o'clock London time. The time I normally wake up to go to work.
Almost an hour later, I'm still awake. Still pissed off about it.
If nothing changes, I'll go see if there's an all night diner in the area or something.
My last night before I head back to London and suddenly I'm awake and sitting up in bed. I'm wide awake and totally friggin' hostile about it. It took me a moment to realize what the hell was going on. A glance at the clock by the bed confirmed that it was about one in the friggin' morning. If a noise had woken me up, it certainly hadn't been repeated.
Then it hit me. It was six o'clock London time. The time I normally wake up to go to work.
Almost an hour later, I'm still awake. Still pissed off about it.
If nothing changes, I'll go see if there's an all night diner in the area or something.
May 14, 2007
Leavin' on a jet plane....
Apologies as always to the Mamas and the Papas. In a few hours, I'm heading back to Mass. to visit family and friends. Woo! Had a nice few days with a friend from New York, wandering around. We saw the Lord of the Rings show in London's West End. It was really impressive. More about that when I get some time.
(And today, the fact of the day is that Leavin' on a Jet Plane was by Peter, Paul and Mary, not the Mamas and the Papas. Their single was California Dreamin'. Sorry.)
Zoom! (Not to be confused with Zoom.)
(And today, the fact of the day is that Leavin' on a Jet Plane was by Peter, Paul and Mary, not the Mamas and the Papas. Their single was California Dreamin'. Sorry.)
Zoom! (Not to be confused with Zoom.)
May 8, 2007
Silly New Gadget
Over the holiday weekend, I picked up a silly little toy - the wifi rabbit. I saw it on ThinkGeek and wanted it instantly, but I held out.
It reads me the headlines from RSS feeds, can play podcasts, can let me know about email, weather, etc... Can play various internet radio stations and it's just so gosh darned cute.
May 4, 2007
Breakfast you can blog about...
http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2007/05/ctrlaltdeliciou.html
CTRL-ALT-DELicious. The Corona-Matic Keyboard Waffle Iron
What do you do with a junked Corona typewriter? If you are designer Chris Dimino, you use it to make breakfast. This beautiful typewriter/waffle iron hybrid looks like it actually works, although if you study the picture you'll see the waffle has been spun 180ยบ for the product shot.
I don't really know what else to say, other than that I really, really want one. And make sure you hit the Gizmodo post, where I found this. Some of the comments are hilarious.
Product page [Chris Dimino via Gizmodo]
Credit for the post title [Spybreak on Gizmodo comments]
May 3, 2007
Update on the Flat Situation
As of Wednesday afternoon, we had water in the flat. (This is why this was important.)
The downside is that we need a new boiler or the boiler fixed. The boiler can be fixed on 24-May. (I do not know why everything takes so long in this country. It was weeks before we had broadband switched on in the flat after my flatmate changed providers.)
In other news, I may have found a new flat with my friend, Zeke. Here's a map of where it is. I may be moving there on Saturday. (And our office is moving this weekend as well.)
The downside is that we need a new boiler or the boiler fixed. The boiler can be fixed on 24-May. (I do not know why everything takes so long in this country. It was weeks before we had broadband switched on in the flat after my flatmate changed providers.)
In other news, I may have found a new flat with my friend, Zeke. Here's a map of where it is. I may be moving there on Saturday. (And our office is moving this weekend as well.)
Don't Mess With London Pigeons
This morning, on my tube ride to work, I saw an odd sight:
a pigeon flew onto the train. Pecked at some crumbs, walked the length of our train car. And at the next stop, it flew out the open door.
No word on whether it was able to make it's bus connection to get to the zoo.
a pigeon flew onto the train. Pecked at some crumbs, walked the length of our train car. And at the next stop, it flew out the open door.
No word on whether it was able to make it's bus connection to get to the zoo.
May 1, 2007
Mayday! May Day!
I couldn't resist the pun. Especially after the last few days.
The hot water heater had been dripping for weeks. I chalked it up to condensation and would blot up the few drops every day. On Saturday, the hot water died. Sunday, I took a cold shower before heading to volleyball and decided that that would be the last time that that happened.
Yesterday, my flatmate let me know that he contacted a plumber. The bad news is that it wouldn't be fixed until Wednesday afternoon. (I got a day pass to a gym last night, so I could take a shower on the way home.)
I thought I was set and looked forward to a wonderfully relaxed evening of an engaging book, maybe some writing, and a podcast or two or a DVD. Au contraire. I got home to a torrent of water splashing out of the hot water heater onto the floor in the kitchen. There was already several inches of water there and it had spread to the living room. There was no knob by the heater, so I pounded on the door to my neighbor's flat. I hoped he'd have an answer as his place was a mirror of ours. No answer.
Upstairs was the only other neighbor that I knew in the building. I lucked out. Not only was she there, but there was a board meeting for the three buildings in the complex. My flatmate was even there. He came downstairs with me, rolling his eyes at my call of a 'flood'.
He opened the door and saw that I had downplayed the problem. The good news is that he knew where the water valve was. And after initially turning off our neighbor's water, was able to turn off the water to our flat. That left us with clean up.
(As an aside, when I buy shoes for work, I tend toward waterproof, warm and comfortable. Usually that means that they aren't very pretty. After last night, I say 'ha!' to the women in my life that are trying to reform me.)
An hour and a half of alternately blotting and wringing four very absorbent towels, we ended with a extremely clean kitchen floor, a damp living room rug, a pile of dry furniture that gave the stacking ghosts in Poltergeist a run for their money and my confirmation that we didn't have a mop.
Brushing your teeth, washing your face or hands with bottled water is just a joy.
I feel more than a little grungy this morning and I'm really looking forward to a shower after work today.
In other news, looking into other flats. Saw a hovel that I could move into immediately: 13' by 18' studio with an incredibly small bathroom and a kitchen that consisted of a mini-microwave, dorm fridge, and four burners — no oven. The bonus was that it was reasonably priced.
The hot water heater had been dripping for weeks. I chalked it up to condensation and would blot up the few drops every day. On Saturday, the hot water died. Sunday, I took a cold shower before heading to volleyball and decided that that would be the last time that that happened.
Yesterday, my flatmate let me know that he contacted a plumber. The bad news is that it wouldn't be fixed until Wednesday afternoon. (I got a day pass to a gym last night, so I could take a shower on the way home.)
I thought I was set and looked forward to a wonderfully relaxed evening of an engaging book, maybe some writing, and a podcast or two or a DVD. Au contraire. I got home to a torrent of water splashing out of the hot water heater onto the floor in the kitchen. There was already several inches of water there and it had spread to the living room. There was no knob by the heater, so I pounded on the door to my neighbor's flat. I hoped he'd have an answer as his place was a mirror of ours. No answer.
Upstairs was the only other neighbor that I knew in the building. I lucked out. Not only was she there, but there was a board meeting for the three buildings in the complex. My flatmate was even there. He came downstairs with me, rolling his eyes at my call of a 'flood'.
He opened the door and saw that I had downplayed the problem. The good news is that he knew where the water valve was. And after initially turning off our neighbor's water, was able to turn off the water to our flat. That left us with clean up.
(As an aside, when I buy shoes for work, I tend toward waterproof, warm and comfortable. Usually that means that they aren't very pretty. After last night, I say 'ha!' to the women in my life that are trying to reform me.)
An hour and a half of alternately blotting and wringing four very absorbent towels, we ended with a extremely clean kitchen floor, a damp living room rug, a pile of dry furniture that gave the stacking ghosts in Poltergeist a run for their money and my confirmation that we didn't have a mop.
Brushing your teeth, washing your face or hands with bottled water is just a joy.
I feel more than a little grungy this morning and I'm really looking forward to a shower after work today.
In other news, looking into other flats. Saw a hovel that I could move into immediately: 13' by 18' studio with an incredibly small bathroom and a kitchen that consisted of a mini-microwave, dorm fridge, and four burners — no oven. The bonus was that it was reasonably priced.
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