Third The One About The iPad?
The iPad isn't a third device, but a third revolution: "The iPad is unquestionably a bold, ambitious product. Dan Moren thinks that it's perhaps Apple's most ambitious idea ever: remaking personal computing. Again.
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Well hello again, where did that 2 years go?
Not quite like The Harbour this time (although I've ferried some selected archive across); less moaning, more linking, more posting, less shouting.
At least, that's the plan….
Not quite like The Harbour this time (although I've ferried some selected archive across); less moaning, more linking, more posting, less shouting.
At least, that's the plan….
Another 4am Start...
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So how have I been whiling away the wee hours?
Eventually finished watching The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada!
I knew from the first trailer I'd love it and not sure how it took me so long to get round to watching it. All the right mix of Americana, male angst and road movie.
And Dwight Yoakam and Levon Helm anyone? Two really great performances - let alone Melissa Leo and Mr Lee Jones himself.
Here's Levon in one of his two scenes:
And Dwight Yoakam and Melissa Leo:
And here they are doing their regular thing:
The Band with The Staple Singers: 'The Weight'
(Levon's on the drums)
Dwight Yoakam: 'Intentional Heartache'
Eventually finished watching The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada!
I knew from the first trailer I'd love it and not sure how it took me so long to get round to watching it. All the right mix of Americana, male angst and road movie.
And Dwight Yoakam and Levon Helm anyone? Two really great performances - let alone Melissa Leo and Mr Lee Jones himself.
Here's Levon in one of his two scenes:
And Dwight Yoakam and Melissa Leo:
And here they are doing their regular thing:
The Band with The Staple Singers: 'The Weight'
(Levon's on the drums)
Dwight Yoakam: 'Intentional Heartache'
iWonder
So, a few years ago (really, years) I mused that my purchasing of some
crazy PDA thing (m2000 anyone?) would increase the posts to this here
blog.
Which it clearly didn't.
Only time will tell whether the lovely iPhone that I'm sat typing this
on will have a more positive effect.
I've been spending a lot of time reading some great blogs of late and
feel I could at least attempt to offer something of worth.
However, the Cropredy Festival, aging heavy metal stars and the bloody
iPhone is all I can garner.
Well, who knows?
(see, exciting already...)
crazy PDA thing (m2000 anyone?) would increase the posts to this here
blog.
Which it clearly didn't.
Only time will tell whether the lovely iPhone that I'm sat typing this
on will have a more positive effect.
I've been spending a lot of time reading some great blogs of late and
feel I could at least attempt to offer something of worth.
However, the Cropredy Festival, aging heavy metal stars and the bloody
iPhone is all I can garner.
Well, who knows?
(see, exciting already...)
Two Quick Things
Ok, firstly - within 10 years alcohol's going to be treated like cigarettes 5 years ago and within 20 you'll see it being banned by local authorities, creating 'dry' counties.
It'd be ridiculous but it'll happen, I tell thee.
Secondly and in no way related - you wanna see how FaceBook will look when you're sitting having an Xmas Pudding Latte in Starbucks on your iPhone later in the year?
You wanna?
You wanna?
Go on then: make sure you're signed in, click here and resize your browser to iPhone size.
Whooee!
I am so excited, and I quite literally can't hide it...
It'd be ridiculous but it'll happen, I tell thee.
Secondly and in no way related - you wanna see how FaceBook will look when you're sitting having an Xmas Pudding Latte in Starbucks on your iPhone later in the year?
You wanna?
You wanna?
Go on then: make sure you're signed in, click here and resize your browser to iPhone size.
Whooee!
I am so excited, and I quite literally can't hide it...
Googapple
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Apple's .Mac service is out-dated.
Google Apps (mail, calendar, docs, bookmarks etc.) work a treat.
Apple has a product launch at 6pm GMT tomorrow.
Google's personalised homepage is called iGoogle.
Apple boss says .Mac service is going to get an upgrade soon.
Andy says: If Google and Apple get together to offer web applications that backup and share all your stuff across any computer (and the, ahem, iPhone) on Google's servers but with an annual charge to put an Apple sheen on the front-end...
I'm writing the cheque now...
Google Apps (mail, calendar, docs, bookmarks etc.) work a treat.
Apple has a product launch at 6pm GMT tomorrow.
Google's personalised homepage is called iGoogle.
Apple boss says .Mac service is going to get an upgrade soon.
Andy says: If Google and Apple get together to offer web applications that backup and share all your stuff across any computer (and the, ahem, iPhone) on Google's servers but with an annual charge to put an Apple sheen on the front-end...
I'm writing the cheque now...
Zane Lowe, Sweet Radio
If you misssed it, I'd highly encourage you to head over and listen again to the last 15 minutes of Today this morning.
You'll find a very animated and intelligent Zane Lowe discussing, albeit briefly, the new Mark Ronson remix of Mr Dylan's 'Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine)'.
A snippet of the track (and it's really good) can be found here.
Well done everybody.
And since I can't find a full version of it, here's Bob doing the Cohen brothers' classic 'Man Of Constant Sorrow' to tide us over:
You'll find a very animated and intelligent Zane Lowe discussing, albeit briefly, the new Mark Ronson remix of Mr Dylan's 'Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine)'.
A snippet of the track (and it's really good) can be found here.
Well done everybody.
And since I can't find a full version of it, here's Bob doing the Cohen brothers' classic 'Man Of Constant Sorrow' to tide us over:
Crikey Moses...
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...they're dropping like flies!
RIP
Michelangelo Antonioni
Ingmar Bergman
Laszlo Kovaks
Talk about the death of cinema.
RIP
Michelangelo Antonioni
Ingmar Bergman
Laszlo Kovaks
Talk about the death of cinema.
One Strike And I'm Out
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I've posted more today than Postman Pat!!
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Seriously though, Royal Mail management has to negotiate and I support the striking Pats totally.
Fraternally yours,
(I'm off to brave the weather for a haircut)
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Seriously though, Royal Mail management has to negotiate and I support the striking Pats totally.
Fraternally yours,
(I'm off to brave the weather for a haircut)
The Gods Bullocks
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Idea for the revival of the British Barbecue Western:
Shambo Must Die!
A small community of well-meaning idiots band together to protect their precious yet cancer-riddled donkey from a marauding horde of doctors from the future.
When the local sheriff bungles an attempt to oversee the slaughter the townsfolk are joined by nut-jobs the parish over to protect the stupid cow.
Only the arrival of an unelected, mono-syllabic madman, barbecue tongs in hand, stuttering "Shambo must die!" can bring the story to it's inevitable bloody finale.
Possible mini-series spin-off:
We follow the hilarious goings-on at the village of nearby Chokesbury who, when left to their own devices after the entire British Army are re-assigned to kill the foreign-sounding Shambo, slaughter each other over a bottle of Evian in a Tesco's carpark.
Shambo Must Die!A small community of well-meaning idiots band together to protect their precious yet cancer-riddled donkey from a marauding horde of doctors from the future.
When the local sheriff bungles an attempt to oversee the slaughter the townsfolk are joined by nut-jobs the parish over to protect the stupid cow.
Only the arrival of an unelected, mono-syllabic madman, barbecue tongs in hand, stuttering "Shambo must die!" can bring the story to it's inevitable bloody finale.
Possible mini-series spin-off:
We follow the hilarious goings-on at the village of nearby Chokesbury who, when left to their own devices after the entire British Army are re-assigned to kill the foreign-sounding Shambo, slaughter each other over a bottle of Evian in a Tesco's carpark.
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