Okay friends and loved ones. A non-binding, anonymous, not-graded, but very important question coming up here. Place your hands at your keyboards and answer this:
I recently told all of you that I wasn’t going to buy an iPhone. That pledge doesn’t prevent me from visiting the iPhone nursery every now and then to check in on my soon-to-be-older-siblings-of-my-future-iPhone. Today I visited with a specific mission: to see how well the device works with my beloved Gmail account.
I walked in the store, found a lonely little demo machine and pressed the mail button. This brought up a screen with large colorful Yahoo, Gmail, and AOL icons. I pressed the Gmail button and quickly entered my details. Instantly, 25 of my most recent 2,000 emails washed over that perfect gigantic/little screen. I scrolled, read, probaby giggled a little and imagined my happy life with the next generation iPhone. When Sarah nudged next to me and I heard stomach growl for lunch, I reached for the log out button. That’s when the problem started.
There was a time when “Amazon.com” was a funny name for an internets website, but pretty soon we got used to it. Well, friends, I think it’s time to get used to SeeQPod.com.
SeeQPod scours the web for webhosted MP3s much like P2p.org. However, SeeQPod includes a player, playlist creator and even lets you save and share playlists. Yes – that means if you want to listen to some of the music I like — for free — on any internets connected computer (except –ah-HEM– any at my firewall protected workplace), you can do so. The music can start… …after the jump.
Stop Squinting. That’s a restaurant receipt over there and it’s the best visual I could think of to introduce a conversation I want to have with you all.
I recently went to breakfast at a place that had so many options, I couldn’t choose which one I wanted. In fact, I never had to choose, because I asked the server to surprise me and choose what I would eat. She thought it was entertaining, I was glad I didn’t have to choose, and I still got my bacon.
By the time the tab came around, a new discussion started; What would happen if you let your server decide how much a tip she/he would get? You know, like in those gut college courses where the professor allows you to write your report card comments.
Is anyone willing to try this and comment back? The sociologist in me wants to know what happens!
For as long as I’ve owned my scooter I’ve forewarned friends that replacing a car with a scooter will never be a money-saving proposition. But it will be a fun proposition and will likely get you much closer to the door of your home, office or store because parking them is so easy.
The “Vespanomics” marketing program has helped make my promise even more likely in the unlikliest of places — NYC. Check out their free parking in NYC program. Hooray for them!
(Warning, make sure you park your scooter with lots of space on all sides. I’m serious about this.)
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I went to my first Scooter rally yesterday thanks to my friend Chris, whom I will always deify for riding one of these things clear across the country.
A couple of weeks ago he told me about a gathering of scooter nuts in Worcester — with an “I’ll try anything once” mindset, I joined him.
Olde-timey-friends will remember the days when I drove a gas guzzling, oil leaking Land Rover in rompin-stompin bliss. Times have changed and now I’m skimming around in a light little VW that burns oil formerly found in restaurants’ fryolators.
But is it wrong that I still have happy flashbacks about the Camel Trophy that I haven’t yet competed in? Video, with brief moments of Not-Safe-For-Work-ness, follows. Read the rest of this entry »
And by nail biter, I mean even OTHER people were gnawing away when they saw the seventh and final race of the America’s Cup that handed the Auld Mug to Switzerland.
WAIT! DON’T CLICK AWAY! This is the race that proves sailing can be exciting!
Condensed footage that explains all you need to know is waiting for you after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »
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