Finally, one of the me-toos gets it really right. Excellent decision, HP. Glad to have you aboard.
Author: josh
Powerful Magics
You may wonder how the universe could resist collapsing on itself when I have had access to my blog for the last two days since Steve’s keynote and have somehow not written about it. I know! It’s crazy. What invisible force could have kept me from my keyboard? (Or at least from my blog, since you know nothing could keep me from my keyboard.) Those must be some mightly powerful magics. Not just one magic. Several of them.
Well, be sure to check out the link to the keynote above. If you only want to see my personal favorite hilight, watch from 1:08:35 to about 1:31:12. And if you’re too busy to manage that, and you find yourself saying, “Dude, that’s about 23 minutes!” then once you get to 1:12:00, skip ahead to 1:26:20 and quit when John Mayer is done playing. I promise you’ll like that part, and that turns out to be 8 minutes or so. Hopefully you’re not that busy.
The iPod mini (which I just held for the first time about an hour ago, and I coddled it so) was also introduced. It’s everything the iPod is, but miniaturized! For instance, it’s seemingly too expensive, but in a smaller way. Still, I think Apple might sell a good amount of these. And obviously if capitalism drives the price down they’ll sell even more. We’ll see.
In other news, Apple has removed all beef products from its Café Macs cafeteria menu to protect employees from Mad Cow. I don’t think it worked though, because I started acting strangely and foaming at the mouth when I heard about their decision.
I’ll be on the MacWorld show floor from 1:30pm to 6pm giving demos of iChat AV and the iSight, so that should be fun! I won’t be under my own screen name, though, so unfortunatley you won’t be able to interrupt me. Until then, I shall scour the show floor for the tastiest of offerings in the Mac universe, as I often do. The booths are like blood in the water, and I am a shark.
Garfield: The Movie
It’s coming out in June. Before I saw the trailer, I had such high hopes. This may be the nail in the coffin for that comic. If I had Garfield stock, I would sell.
The guy who regularly does Garfield’s voice (Lorenzo Music) isn’t even helping out with the movie. I can’t blame him, since he died in 2001, but it’s still disheartening because we all know what Garfield sounds like, and it’s just not him. Like Kermit, except that the new voice isn’t even attempting an impersonation.
Still, the animation is pretty decent. And the good news is that Bill Murray is the new voice of Garfield. So I’m trying to hang on to hope that it won’t totally bomb. I hope I have to eat my words come next June.
I’m The Only One Who Finds This Funny
This is a horrible post with which to come off a small hiatus, but I had to. I had to!!!
So Google collects news articles that are all about the same story, and often times it puts a picture from one article up with the text from another article, assuming that the picture will be of whatever the story is covering.
Now, take a gander here:

Who the heck is that? I just had to laugh. The caption should have read, “More missions to Mars are being planned for the future. Until then, check out this guy’s crazy sideburns! Whoa! We’ll send them next time!”
They Screwed It Up Again
You may remember an earlier entry in which I commented about the media screwing up a story about a charity effort by the guys over at Penny Arcade. They got most of the story right, but completely left out the name of one of the two main guys running the whole operation, and essentially replaced his name with a guy who amounts to a minor henchman. Tycho, whose name was left out, had already forgiven the media for that boo-boo when they went and made it worse. Allow me to quote him (with a little censoring for our more sensitive viewers):
The first time the news dumb****s came out to talk about Child’s Play, though they were clearly told who was responsible for it they excised one of the people behind it. I consider this a fairly minor issue, but they’re still retarded. When they came to the Children’s Hospital itself for the toy delivery, there was no reporter even down there with us. A cameraman got some footage and then (I believe) ran away. I thought I heard him say “Ghosts!”, but that’s neither here nor there. When this footage was aired, I learned something new: that the toys had been donated by a local catholic school, and were valued at nearly a thousand dollars. Understand this. A single bin of GBA SPs was worth four thousand dollars, and we had four such bins. That’s above and beyond the seventy GameCubes the other twenty carts of toys, which at our best estimates come to around $175,000. Then there was a check for twenty-seven thousand.
Warm Arms of the Midwest
I’m quite certain that I would enjoy life more if I could only be hugged more often.
Please allow me to collect the tattered remaining shreds of my masculinity after typing that last sentence, and continue.
Josh Lewis is an inherently social creature. Many of you know this. I like people. I really like them a lot, in fact. I thrive off of social interaction. As far as friends and loved ones goes, I got to see Abby, Amy, Carrie, Eddie, Eric, Helen, Jeff, Joe, Kevin, Lance (and his cool girlfriend Tara, whom I had never met before), Luke, Nathan, Neal, Sam, Steph’s whole family (and most of her extended family) and my whole family (and most of my extended family) including my awesome 9-month-old niece Elise. She is so cute and wonderful. If that list hasn’t sunk in yet, I’ll just simplify it by saying that we saw a whole ton of people and I loved every minute of it. Steph can sometimes get worn out by social interaction, but personally it makes me feel full. Satisfied, like one might feel after a really great meal. I guess that’s how you might define the word “extrovert” and I can only plead guilty to that charge.
One of the reasons that I feel so full is that it’s been a long time (six months counts as a long time in my book) since I’ve been able to sit down with many people that I have a real sense of history with. As I’ve said before, Steph and I are meeting some really awesome people in California, but of course even the extrovert is going to have a special place in his heart for those friendships that go deeper and have weathered some difficulties to become true, rare gems. Many of the people on that list above are like that for me. They’re irreplaceable and precious, each having their own special characteristics that I treasure in them. It’s certainly fun to get to know new people (which I did even over this vacation) but I like being able to have friends that can start with me where we last left off, and know that we’re continuing a long, wonderful trail.
I’m not making the hug-related comment to imply that Stephanie doesn’t hug me often enough. Don’t misunderstand me! I think she might have to defy some law of physics in order to hug me more often than she does. What was it… the Transitive Hug Property, I think. Something like that. What I’m saying is that being surrounded by dear friends is, to me, like having a strong net woven underneath one’s soul. A sort of soul-hammock, if you will. Stephanie is the most brilliant point of light in my life, but she can’t make a net all by herself, can she? No one would expect that. So it’s invigorating to be with so many loved ones and give and get hugs and see how they’ve really been doing. To look them in the eye and test them and learn about what God is doing in their lives.
I may expound on this later in the week. I may not. I have no idea. But to all of you that took time out of your sometimes-busy schedules to be with Stephanie and me, I can only say thank you. Thank you so much. It means the world to me.
So… Very… Slow…
This entry is going to be a little crabby. Pardon my rant.
You might wonder why I haven’t blogged in four days. Well, OK, I know you weren’t wondering that, since I do four-day gaps all the time. But I’ve got a one-word answer to that unasked question: modem.
Since the fall of 1997, I’ve had approximately 18 months that I’ve gone without a broadband connection to the internet. I’m telling you this to make a singular point: I am a slave to broadband. It must go where I go. I will decide where I live based mostly on whether I can have broadband and food there, and I’ll probably make the inquiries in that order. Others feel the same way I do about this, and those others are not wrong in their feelings.
I haven’t relied on a modem for regular connecting at my home (accept in anecdotal situations) since the Fall of 2001, and man, I’ve gotta tell you, there’s a reason for that. I cannot believe how ludicrously slow this “dialup” thing really is. It takes awhile to connect (and sometimes you get to listen to a really fun screetching sound while it works that handshake out). Then it delivers the information at approximately 1/30th the speed I’m used to. Then I have people yelling at me to get off the phone. Then I have connections dropping out. Then, when it’s working and no one is trying to get on, I’ve got to share that tiny bit-pipe with Stephanie (since we’re using Airport, which is actually making this whole thing tolerable, so I can’t really complain about that part). It’s just a riot-and-a-half, I tell ya!
Dialup flies in the face of what I believe the Internet to be. It’s supposed to be ubiquitous. It’s supposed to be an omnipresent, infinite library of knowledge and relevance. It connects us to our loved ones and connects us to the Best Buy a few miles away. It informs and entertains us. It is a creative outlet and a brainstorm generator. Dialup quite effectively denies those purposes because dialup contsantly reminds you, “Hey, there’s a lot of information out there. Do you really want to wait while I load it for you?” The difference between broadband and dialup is like the difference between taking sips from a fresh, mountain river from a tablespoon, or diving into the river and submerging one’s self completely. Broadband doesn’t allow you to be simply “on” the Internet. With broadband, you are actually in it.
And so I have a plea to everyone out there who is on dialup and has the ability to do something about that fact. Please, it’s worth $50 a month. Don’t sip. Dive in.