Things my iPhone has replaced: Watch Alarm clock Flip video camera Voice recorder GPS Pocket camera iPod Moleskin notebook Pocket calendar Calculator ATM – (at least for check deposits) Nintendo DS Scriptures And the one item I wish it would replace: my wallet.
One of these remotes, with its curved design, felt like an extension of my mind the first time I held it in my hand. One looks like it was designed by the government. One is backlit and one isn’t. But the one that is doesn’t need it because the most used buttons fall exactly where … Continue reading One of These Remotes
When faced with a parenting dilemma I seldom fall back those parenting books filled with time honored suggestions. The fact that I’ve never had any interest in reading them says more about me than the books. For better or worse, I trust my instincts. Last night was one of moments where my instincts told me … Continue reading Someone To Blame
I’m nearing the half way mark of my career and most of those twenty years have been spent chasing a ghost of one type or another. When I graduated from college I chased prominent companies. Position and pay weren’t on my mind as much as the company name. Then I chased the title ghost followed … Continue reading Chasing Ghosts
One afternoon a representative from Smith Brothers Farms knocked on our door and asked if we’d be interested in having milk delivered to our home. We’ve never done this before, but make several unplanned trips to the grocery store each week to purchase milk, so it seemed like a good idea. Kim signed up on … Continue reading The Milk Man
Nine years after its release, I watched Lost in Translation on HBO. When it was over, I convinced Kim to watch it with me, and I enjoyed it as much the second time. I even noticed a few detailed I missed the first time such as when Charlotte stubbed her toe. The idea I take … Continue reading Lost in Translation
I’m beginning to equate free with disappointment, at least when it comes to online services such as Facebook and Gmail. Twitter too but, I’ll leave that for another day. I’ve been logging into Facebook each day for four years. And yet I couldn’t explain their various levels of privacy to anyone. Just when I think … Continue reading For Sale: You