I think I enjoyed the weekend. I think.
Saturday I didnít get to sleep in enough, went and got me a new cell phone (the Sanyo 8400, which I think is really slick) and mowed for what I hope will be the last time this year. Took the kids to a park for a bit. It was like 78 degrees.
Sunday, I didÖ.well, nothing. I watched Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, not because I really wanted to, but because I am outnumbered.
Anyway, Iím looking at the like 4 items of news I have in my in box, and I realize it ainít even worth the effort. So to start the week, letís go with a little Howard Jones:
When in doubt, distract them with a cheesy video. Rule number 7.
One of the features of my phone is that it uses microSD cards. The 64mb one wasnít enough, so I went to get a 512mb one. And as Iím switching them out, Iím thinking, damn, this thing is the size of my pinkie nail. Well, first I said my Ďthumbnail pinkie nail,Ē then sort of watches as my train of thought went off the tracks in a fiery crash. Once I rerouted some neurons, I realized thumbnail pinkie nail didnít make any damn sense, and went on.
My point, I said to myself, was that I was holding onto 512mb of storage the size of my pinkie nail. And that was amazing. In 1989, my wife picked up a Mac Classic, which had a monster 40mb of storage. That drive was likely 5.5 inches or bigger. My pinkie nail microSD card holds the same amount of info as almost 13 Mac Classics. And yet, not near enough porn.
It doesnít strike me too often. After all, I grew up when technology offered up rapid changes in how we do things. When email didnít exist to when it become required. When youíd have one PC in school, to having one in every class. To when the greatest in portable gaming might display up to 3 red LED lights to something with more power and storage then any computer I used before 1990. I dunno, but itís kinda cool, and sometimes you gotta stop and just goÖ.cool.
I don't think my generation, and those that come aftewards, will be like our Parents. I don't think will sit there and wake up one day and find ourselves so behind the curve. We grew up with these changes, and I think we even expect them. Our parents did really have radical changes in tech the way we did. Oh sure, they dropped the rotary and got the push buttons, and TV became color, but it's not the same. In my life, computers went from fantasy to commonplace. Cell phones went from rich boy toys to disposable. Critical mass of tech seems to happen faster and faster with each passing year. It took 20 years for faxes to become common. It took less then 5 for mp3 players. I mean, my mom has one.
Anyway, sometimes you just reflect.
I gotta go fill up that 512.
You go have a day.