August 30, 2008
I’m writing this post from my iPhone 3G because I can. I’d probably be done by now if I had just typed this on a computer, but that wouldn’t have been as cool. Why? Because I said so.
It turns out you can do practically everything from an iPhone, which is amazing. It really does make everyday tasks, like checking your email, procrastinating, and keeping in touch with people you pretend to be friends with, fun again. So fun, in fact, that you start doing things on the iPhone even though it’d be a lot quicker on a normal computer.
Having an iPod, GPS, and the Internet all fit into your pocket is awesome. Oh yeah, I think it can be used as a phone too. I’ll have to check the manual about that one.
Anyway, now that I’ve spent almost an hour writing what I’m going to call “the world’s longest text message”, it’s time to wrap things up. All that’s left to do is let my iPhone post this on my blog, tuck me into bed, and sing me a lullaby until I fall asleep.
August 29, 2008
After being slightly sleep deprived the other night, I did what anyone would do — made a giant roast beef and guacamole sandwich, ate it, and crashed before 9 PM.
Photo by Joe Thorn
Apparently, these ingredients are the perfect recipe for a night full of weird dreams. I finally had that dream where all of your teeth fall out. If I recall correctly, there were still fragments of them left in my mouth, and my dentist wasn’t very happy about it.
Some of the other stuff that happened was so strange that I’m not even sure if I actually dreamed it. Is it possible to have a dream within a dream? A nightmare within a dream? A dream about a nightmare within a dream that you’re having a nightmare?
Anyway, it’s been awhile since I’ve had a dream worthy of remembering when I wake up, but that streak is definitely broken now. Now to answer the big question — is it worth depriving myself of more sleep in an attempt to have more crazy dreams and nightmares?
Damn, I’m out of roast beef and guacamole.
August 9, 2008
One word (plus all of these words to explain that I’m just going to use one word to explain what I’m about to show you) — awesome.
Photo by Jessica Shannon
You can check out the rest of the money shots on Flickr. Sorry to those of you who were expecting something else.
August 8, 2008
Finally, a bookshelf with a message other than “Look at me, I read more than you” or “Here are a bunch of books that I’ve never read”. Instead, this one holds a few books that nobody really understands and says, “I have a $2500 bookshelf to hold books that I don’t even understand.”
5,084,000,000 people 5,360 pages 3,700 years 243 countries 7 books 1 shelf. For the first time, the world’s most influential religious texts are brought together and presented on the same level, their coexistence acknowledged and celebrated.
All kidding aside, I would have this bookshelf at my place if it didn’t cost almost as much as three months of rent. Designed by Mike and Maaike, this shelf is the first in a series of conceptual shelves called Juxtaposed. I dig the look and the message, but not so much the price.
August 7, 2008
My housemate had his laptop stolen a few weeks ago. He came home from work one night, and it was gone from his room. Just the laptop was missing and nothing else. In fact, the rest of the house appeared untouched. There were no signs of forced entry, and nothing else was missing.
It’s a little disconcerting that this happened in our house. Since nothing else was missing, it appears to be an inside job. That would narrow down the suspects to our two other housemates. I don’t know either of them very well, so it’s a tough call. Either way, stealing something is not a good way to build trust.
This incident reminds me of one of the hardest lessons of growing up — the fact that life keeps happening even when you’re not around. It’s something you don’t realize when you’re just a little kid. The concept of time hasn’t quite made it into your tiny head yet. As far as you’re concerned, life is only whatever you see.
Somewhere along the line, we start to realize that time doesn’t stop when we’re not around. We finally understand that when our parents leave for work, they’re doing stuff without us. We start having to remember things, so we can share what happened when they get back.
Of course, our memories aren’t perfect, and everybody lies. These two things make life dramatic, exciting, and mysterious. I think we spend 20% of our lives doing stuff, and the other 80% figuring out what happened while we were gone.
Life is a giant game of Clue. We try to figure out who did what and where. The problem is that the only person you really know about is you. I know that I didn’t steal the laptop, but that’s it.
The rest is … a mystery.
