The typing styles in our apartment visualized. From top down: Megan, Drew. (Via Flowing Data)
Ah yes, the Mavis Beacon technique. (Drew — you’re too young to remember that?)
Wait, she doesn’t really exist?
February 4, 2010
February 3, 2010
The answer to the iPhone's poor battery life
The iPhone is good at many things but battery life isn’t one of them.
To make matters worse, you can’t swap out the battery.
I carry the power cord around me everywhere when I’m traveling and I’m always plugging in. But that isn’t easy to do. Many coffee shops (also known as my traveling office) don’t have exposed outlets. And sometimes, I get so caught up meeting a founder that I just forget to plug in.
Then my iPhone goes from phone to brick. We’ve all been there and it sucks.
So i recently picked up the Just Mobile Gum Pro
battery pack. A fully charged battery pack can charge my iPhone 2-3x times via usb.
I brought it with me on this trip to San Francisco. It’s been a life saver.
Try turning off your push email. I don’t think it’s really push, it’s just a notification that tells your phone to go get your mail. My battery life went from hours to a full day and a half. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Push_e-mail#Apple_iPhone_and_iPod_touch
January 29, 2010
Paragons of fiscal discipline, every Senate Republican today voted against reestablishing “pay-as-you-go” budgeting rules that mandate that any new spending must be paid for. The rule passed on a 60-40 party line vote.
Now dare them to vote no on new nuke plants or offshore drilling.
January 28, 2010
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Dear Sir,
Your letter is an insoluble puzzle to me. The handwriting is good and exhibits considerable character, and there are even traces of intelligence in what you say, yet the letter and the accompanying advertisements profess to be the work of the same hand. The person who wrote the advertisements is without doubt the most ignorant person now alive on the planet; also without doubt he is an idiot, an idiot of the 33rd degree, and scion of an ancestral procession of idiots stretching back to the Missing Link. It puzzles me to make out how the same hand could have constructed your letter and your advertisements. Puzzles fret me, puzzles annoy me, puzzles exasperate me; and always, for a moment, they arouse in me an unkind state of mind toward the person who has puzzled me. A few moments from now my resentment will have faded and passed and I shall probably even be praying for you; but while there is yet time I hasten to wish that you may take a dose of your own poison by mistake, and enter swiftly into the damnation which you and all other patent medicine assassins have so remorselessly earned and do so richly deserve.
Adieu, adieu, adieu!
Will we see more JD Salinger work published?
While he was living with Maynard, Salinger continued to write in a disciplined fashion, a few hours every morning. According to Maynard, by 1972 he had completed two new novels.[77][78] In a rare 1974 interview with The New York Times, he explained: “There is a marvelous peace in not publishing…. I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.”[79] According to Maynard, he saw publication as “a damned interruption”.[80] In her memoir, Margaret Salinger describes the detailed filing system her father had for his unpublished manuscripts: “A red mark meant, if I die before I finish my work, publish this ‘as is,’ blue meant publish but edit first, and so on.”[81]JD Salinger Wikipedia
Last night our President made an impassioned plea to Congress, to the media, to corporate and special interests. He asked them to stop lining their pockets with wealth and power, just for a moment, and do what’s right for the people they’re supposed to be serving. They sat and listened politely, stood and clapped at the appropriate times, and then went back to business as usual.
The real failure is our own. If we want any sort of meaningful change we have to whip up the same kind of frenzy that got Obama elected in the first place. We have to demand representation. We have to fight teabaggers with phone banks and canvasing. We have to talk, and gather, and march.
Call me a cynic, but I don’t see it happening. We’re all too busy worrying about what Steve’s thinking, or what’s changing the mythical game, what’s beautiful, or what gives us the lulz. I’m just as guilty as the rest of you. Instead we’ll stand by, get nothing, and grumble about how our great savior Obama has let us down. Call me a cynic, but I think we’ll get exactly what we deserve.
January 27, 2010
Keep on hatin' haters
You’ll all be lining up for one of these and singing its praises by summer.
January 25, 2010
jdel:
caro:
I used to live five blocks north of the East Village’s “Curry Corner.” One of these restaurants is the one in which Kate Hudson and Jay Mohr have the date from hell in 200 Cigarettes, but I can’t recall which one it is because “the one with the hot peppers in the window” is not specific enough.
(via Cityfile, Flickr user pamela.wang)
I also lived around the corner from here at one point, and one of my best friends from college lived one building over from this place (right above the Blue Door DVD/porn shop). You’d be amazed how many different ways you can put Taj Mahal in the name of a restaurant (Taj Mahal, Raj Mahal, Taj, etc).
I also lived a block from here for a few years. I enjoyed the occasional tenacity of the guys on the steps when they were looking to fill their seats.
This is the sort of thing I miss about the East Coast. Until I remember that I own a house. A WHOLE MUHFUGGIN’ HOUSE, BITCHES! ACROSS THE STREET FROM A BLUES CLUB. AND A GAY BAR. AND A PAWN SHOP.
Um, well, yeah, it starts to fall apart at some point, but believe me, it’s a muhfuggin’ nice house.
East Coast for Life, dickhead.
Oh whatever, PA isn’t really the east coast anyway. Do you have any Atlantic coastline? Hm?
I live around the corner from this now. It’s actually a bit annoying to walk past because for some reason large crowds like to congregate there and block the sidewalk. I suppose it must be difficult to choose one over the other.
