It is what it seems, if we are talking about Apple being involved in any of the hardware in use by Yours Truly. And so it goes. Suffice it to say that so far I am greatly impressed. Let me further clarify that the impression, not lightly so, is at least 50% of the time, if not more than that, negative. Oh how I miss typing on real keys, and it has only been a few hours of
zero non-zero errors! ;)
Me ( –g)
You might notice that a new old widget has appeared on the sidebar, from before the timeless tides turned the young and innocent Box.net into the presently greater Box.com, and the wonders of the widget make it possible to do the old things again. So this is like when my friends came over (or not) and I got out the stack and found the proper 45 to put next under the needle and feed my hungry ears and longing soul, or whatever it is inside me that wants to hear the same old songs, by the thousands if possible. So this is just one, old monaural version, just like on the AM car radio (the radio was AM, not the car, which was usually “Detroit” in terms of technological style) or the pocket transistor. Hey, I have some Rock in my pockets too, kiddo! :)
Hear? It comes…
And so this just makes it easy to listen again, not break another needle, and let all my friends just stay home for good. On the other hand, slow internet traffic often makes it all not worthwhile. ;)
Following Another Scattered Trail
That once would have been given the mono-label treatment as (FAST™) but we’ll skip it this time, almost. Sometimes fast means no eating. Moving along, hey, not so fast there buddy, we are linking another *yet another* blog which was started recently. It could continue, disappear, or mutate, or perhaps all three. In any case, you could read it. You’d have to go there. You might not want to go there, ahead of time.
How can it even happen, when it seems like I have little to say that could possibly be of value or interest to anyone, including myself? How many hours were spent or wasted back when it felt like it made a difference, and how little did it ever matter? And with this much doubt involved, it seems no surprise that it all came to a halt over two years ago.
In any case, here is another rather hollow post, or posting, to break the silence. And if it represents an actual noteworthy event, it shall be the first of more, as I consider the meaning of “friendship” and other admirable abstractions.
In this way, it might be considered the start of some kind of revival. Not a lively sort of revival, mind you; more like a return to the previous state of utter lameness. Back to the usual mundane rambling, and pointless pondering. Or it could just be one of the last few. Either way, for a short while, just like each of us, it is new. Just for now, new. You knew that, didn’t you? :)
I was really going to drop this “project” along with several others, but so far I have been unable to follow through with dropping everything. So just to get it on here and see if sharing something has adverse side effects — in previous experiences, putting a song on here was followed within just a few days by the removal of the mp3 file being shared due to the web site owner having been harassed and threatened by alleged legal representatives promising action if the intellectual property rights of the copyright holders were not immediately and fully respected and enforced. In short, I don’t want to get someone else into any trouble just because I happen to know how to find my favorite old records on the internet, so I can play them here instead of digging them out of the storage unit and actually playing them.
It’s not my fault people are so greedy that they think they have to make money on every little thing they ever thought up as “pretty” or “mystical” or “awesome” and figured out a way to sell it so they should have their personal cash-cow protected now.
What a lot of cow poop that is. You should be grateful you found a way to make money at all that doesn’t involve working for some unreasonable boss. Having a REAL job is always harder, and that is WHY they pay you. If you actually LOVE something that much, you should be willing to do it for little or NO MONEY at all, since you love it. You should earn only when it takes effort that you do NOT want to GIVE. That is the reason, supposedly, that every boss thinks you should be eternally grateful that you got hired at all. You’d die, otherwise.
So what’s wrong with death, anyway? Does anyone actually know? If so, please inform!
The road is hard, but the parade is soft…