Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Thursday, May 02, 2013
The interface is really nice, don't get me wrong. There is a lot of ooh and aah designed into the OS. However, activating the phone requires that you install a memory card... no, hold that. The phone requires you to install a Certified Windows 7 Compatible memory card.
You could try a non-certified card; but, the system will rip it to shreds and make it unusable, even unformattable. I can see maybe if you want the phone to use a Class 10 card, you would discourage the use of a Class 4 memory card. However, this is the opposite. The cards that are known to work are Class 2, 4, and 6.
Not knowing this, I popped in a spare card to get my friend up and running. She messaged me today that the card (and phone for that matter) crapped out today.
I can't, for the life of me, figure out what the thinking was in creating this monster that eats memory cards. The operating system becomes one with the memory card of your choice. If you take out the card to upgrade to a better one (assuming you got it to work), you can't do it without reinstalling the entire system.
For somebody like me who is used to messing around with tech, this is a little speed bump. But, to the average consumer, this can be a major sore spot. Especially if it craps out after one day of use.
If we can get it running reliably, the phone could be great. But, between now and then, it's a disappointment.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
When your child, especially a young one, becomes sick to the point where they have to be admitted to a hospital, it is a very personal experience. I do not mean it is personal in that it is a private matter to be kept among your closest circle. By personal, I mean that it is a deep and personally moving experience.
The first thing that hits you is worry and a lingering fear. As a parent in general, you worry about a sick child. No parent want their child to go through illness. But, that gets multiplied when a hospital stay is involved. Something so serious surely means that there is a chance things could get worse. And, it's that remote chance of things getting worse that causes fear.
If you have any understanding of health care sciences, you know that certain things are routine and can easily be treated successfully. You also know that there is always the remote possibility that the same symptoms are of something worse. You start to imagine things such as multiple drug resistance, acute and rapid infection, or even misdiagnosis. Suffice it to say, when you don't know, you have to trust in your health care providers. When you know a little more, you REALLY have to trust in your health care providers.
In those hours when your child is first admitted, it is all about testing. You have a series of tests conducted to figure out what is wrong with you little one. These are the toughest hours. It is not so much the unknown; it is the time wasted waiting for test results. Your child is clearly suffering and you have to stay there and comfort them until the test results come back. Doing nothing and waiting are the toughest.
It is in that time while you wait when the worst thoughts come to you, and the self-recriminations. Why didn't I catch it sooner? What could I have done to prevent this? Is this going to leave my child disabled? What if the worst happens? How can I go on after losing him/her? The craziest things pop into your mind during that time of waiting. You are there trying to comfort your little one while being plagued by your own torments.
One can't really blame the health care providers for what you go through during the testing. In their case, they've treated hundreds or thousands of people. It is routine. But, even if it weren't routine, it doesn't help them to freak out the parents. And, they can't simply go into full treatment mode as soon as you arrive without first knowing what the real problem is. Their calm aloofness is meant to be comforting; but, it can also come across as uncaring.
Try as you might, you cannot help having an emotional roller coaster when your child is sick. Even with the support of friends and family, it can be a very personal experience although you are not the patient. As a parent, you want to take the worry, the pain, and the unhappiness away from your child. We cannot unburden them; but, we somehow manage to take on a bigger emotional burden.
While one can feel alone with all your worries, it is vital to take comfort in the smiles your little can offer and the support of your family and friends. If you can recognize that your little one is loved by others and they worry too, you can give each other strength. And, it is also setting a good example to your little one that in times of trouble, you can count on the people who love you to give you a hand.
The clothespin is nothing new. I've done clothespins before. There is a lot of play when it comes to depth of field and bokeh with clothespins. In this case, I wanted those elements; but, I also wanted to try a clothespin with backlight. The light in this photo is reflected from a tree trunk. The clothespin is in the shade of a car port. In this case, I over exposed. The camera naturally wants to balance out the light; but, then that leaves the details from the clothespin too dark.
Nothing too special about this light bulb. I just thought the fixture and surroundings would look nice in black and white.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
One of the most used phrases used in business is "at the end of the day"; which is usually invoked when referring to something that has results in some significant consequence or meaning.
So I am sitting at my kitchen table at the end of today pondering what the end of the day entails for me. Is it really the culmination of a day?
In my experience, the end of the day usually means a break from work. Rather than being the end of my work, the end of the day is a chance to regroup and prepare for the next day.
Even when it comes to major decisions, one normally "sleeps on" a decision, making the choice by the next morning.
So while the end of the day is the finalization of a calendar day, it is mentally the start of the next, a chance to pull back and see the big picture.
In recent years, I've had way fewer comments on the blog and more comments on G+ and Facebook. The audience is there, it's just shifted away from the blog.
Having blog comments also appear on G+ makes the blog less ghost town and more hub. I can tell from the stats that people read my posts and even share them. But, there is little evidence to the outside world that this is the case.
I didn't see this feature coming. I'm glad it's here. I like it.