When our worlds go entirely digital, how will we leave physical artifacts for the generations that follow?
The Outfit: A Collective of Chicago Crime Writers: I’ll Be Hoping For the Big One Out of the Blue

When our worlds go entirely digital, how will we leave physical artifacts for the generations that follow?

The Outfit: A Collective of Chicago Crime Writers: I’ll Be Hoping For the Big One Out of the Blue



Here’s to you, Lego Exxon man
As an only child, I spent hours playing with Lego, and was especially excited when they came out with the mini-figures. This little man was one of my original ones, part of a Lego city set most likely. I still remember those towns I would build, full of little smiling people going about their daily Lego lives, in some sort of a semi-European world I would build for them.
Now that I’m older, the little Lego men have migrated their way into my sons’ Lego bins, commingled with dozens of much more advanced mini-figures, replete with grimacing faces, magic hats, and long flowing hair. But one by one, my original men (and, alas, they are all men) are finding their way back onto my desk, reminding me of a simpler time when all my cares were focused on whether or not I could find that one matching piece to complete the little gas station, spaceship, or whatever it was I was building at the time.
Here’s to you, little Exxon man, here’s to you.

Here’s to you, Lego Exxon man

As an only child, I spent hours playing with Lego, and was especially excited when they came out with the mini-figures. This little man was one of my original ones, part of a Lego city set most likely. I still remember those towns I would build, full of little smiling people going about their daily Lego lives, in some sort of a semi-European world I would build for them.

Now that I’m older, the little Lego men have migrated their way into my sons’ Lego bins, commingled with dozens of much more advanced mini-figures, replete with grimacing faces, magic hats, and long flowing hair. But one by one, my original men (and, alas, they are all men) are finding their way back onto my desk, reminding me of a simpler time when all my cares were focused on whether or not I could find that one matching piece to complete the little gas station, spaceship, or whatever it was I was building at the time.

Here’s to you, little Exxon man, here’s to you.



The Emperor’s New Antenna

Fantastic bit from Watts Martin’s thoughts on the iPhone 4 antenna issue:

Every recent consumer electronics product from Apple—definitely the iPad, but all iterations of the iPhone including the initial one—has been greeted with rounds of articles crowing about what an arrogant, foolhardy mistake it is and how this will finally, finally, be the moment the emperor is revealed to have no clothes. And ultimately this is what’s so infuriating about Apple: that’s not what happens. Ever. The critics are eternally playing the part of Charlie Brown trying to kick the football, and Steve Jobs always yanks it away at the last second. Nobody talks about making a “Nexus One killer” or an “HP Slate killer” or a “Zune killer”; Apple’s consumer electronics products become the reference points for their fields. The Mac isn’t an exception here, either. While it’s by no means a market leader, Windows became far more Mac-like over the years than the Mac became Windows-like.


Thank you, FlyingMeat
You know why I like Acorn by FlyingMeat? For one, it’s a nifty little image editor application which is great for drawing my dotbots. But for another, when I put my Applications folder on my dock its little acorn icon obscures Acrobat Connect Professional Add In, which despite being a fantastic one-to-many screen broadcaster and recorder, has an icon which I’ve never really warmed up to.

Thank you, FlyingMeat

You know why I like Acorn by FlyingMeat? For one, it’s a nifty little image editor application which is great for drawing my dotbots. But for another, when I put my Applications folder on my dock its little acorn icon obscures Acrobat Connect Professional Add In, which despite being a fantastic one-to-many screen broadcaster and recorder, has an icon which I’ve never really warmed up to.



What?!
Original, part of a series

What?!

Original, part of a series


Too damn tall, garage door opener edition. And, yes, I hit this one.

Too damn tall, garage door opener edition. And, yes, I hit this one.


Trying to travel a bit lighter this time

Trying to travel a bit lighter this time


Enjoying watching skinny hipsters at SFO, all the right retro-cool garb, including big old-skool luggage. Without wheels. Maybe if she ate a bit, she wouldn’t struggle so with the bag.



Microsoft Word, why can’t you learn to spell?
Why in the world does Microsoft Word for the Mac periodically flag a word as incorrectly spelled, when it is correctly spelled?  And why, upon right-clicking on the word, does it just remove the red squiggly line, instead of putting up a handwritten and heartfelt apology for messing with my head?

Microsoft Word, why can’t you learn to spell?

Why in the world does Microsoft Word for the Mac periodically flag a word as incorrectly spelled, when it is correctly spelled?  And why, upon right-clicking on the word, does it just remove the red squiggly line, instead of putting up a handwritten and heartfelt apology for messing with my head?


Some people can sport Chucks at any age, and others just look silly as they get older. For my kids’ sake, I hope I’m in the former camp.

Some people can sport Chucks at any age, and others just look silly as they get older. For my kids’ sake, I hope I’m in the former camp.


Of course, I’m worried that the horse is going to come in and drink all of my beer.
(via prettyspace)

Of course, I’m worried that the horse is going to come in and drink all of my beer.

(via prettyspace)


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