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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Using mobile phones for smarter things.

No, I don't mean smart phones.

I mean... More capabilities though. But, I don't mean in the way of desktop-esque apps, and improved mail capabilities.

I mean... Get with the times.

Check out this article about how McDonald's is teaming up with DoCoMo for improved usage in Japan.

Pay for your Big Mac from your phone. Or, board a train using a barcode stored into your phone. !! Get with the times America!! Quit with the social networking crap (although, I know it makes money), and give me something a bit more useful then MySpace on my phone. ºRetchº


In other news. Today is my last day at Cafe Terra Nova, it is in fact... The last day under our [IT] ownership. The documents have been signed, and the money has changed hands. I close up in an hour, and that is all she wrote.

Jake (HT: Matt via the Terra Nova Blog) has some pics up.

Thanks for playin.

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Friday, February 23, 2007

Fresh? Not so much... but there is music!

I know that I should have something fresh up here.

If for anything to either fry up the dead fish that is Jesus Camp below, in order to re-hash it a bit... Or, to bury that stinky piece of rotting flesh once and for all.

Either way... In order to move along in the name of 'constantly improving,' here is your post.

I've heard the new Kings of Leon album coming out 'soon,' I love it. No comment on how this material came into my possetion...

I'm also checking out the new Of Montreal: Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer? Its a little too industrial pop for me, but the lyrics are worth a listen. If you have recently been in a breakup... Check it out. The entire album seems to be the singers struggle with his relationship with his wife. (HT: Relevant Mag)

This was the find of the week for me. Wireless power. Now, does anyone have a timetable on when I can pick this up at Radio Shack? (HT: LifeHacker)

I love you all. No seriously, my heart is large enough for all of you to drown in my ocean of emotion. At least come check out the beach, you'll def go for a swim then.

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Thursday, February 08, 2007

Why I am not a Christian.

How was that for an attention getting title? Am I doing better at headlines??

Seriously though.

I screened the first 40 minutes or so of Jesus Camp last night. I was physically ill. I had to stop and take a walk. It was late, and I ended up walking into the old city and having a beer at a pub where I ran into some of the exchange students.

But, the overwhelming feeling I had was - If this is my religion, what the heck am I doing? What the heck are we doing? I had this overwhelming feeling: if this is it, I am out. I'm cashing in my chips, giving away my winnings and walking away. I will never play this game again.

I talked a bit with Jacob and Matt this morning about it, but neither one of them has seen the film yet. I want to finish it so that I can reflect on it as a whole, and not just a piece - but right now, there is little desire to finish it.

Has anyone seen the film? What are your thoughts on it? How does that affect your personal journey? What about politics?

My head is swimming with questions.

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Monday, February 05, 2007

Bienvenidos a Terra Nova

(Chris is not in this clip, in case you were wondering.)

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Thursday, February 01, 2007

Outlet Village

“I need to eat a salad,” said the woman, steam rising from her magenta lips. “It’s freezing. A person could, like, die out here or something. I should’ve bought those Diesels, don’t you think? I bet I could’ve fit into them by Christmas. It’d be something to shoot for.”

“So you go take a steam and a sauna,” said her husband. “You’ll come out feeling like a million bucks.”

“The steam room makes me retain water.”

The man grunted and looked down at his cell phone. They were standing in the Outlet Village parking lot, their legs nearly hidden behind shopping bags. The outlets were designed to resemble a medieval hamlet, sans slop pails and the Plague, and with colorful brand-name logos in place of coats of arms. Beyond the village rose wave upon wave of wooded, snow-covered hills bare of foliage save for the hemlock, spruce and pine sprinkled throughout. Looking up into this wilderness, the woman’s mascara-rimmed eyes narrowed; she might have been surveying a wasteland of yellow brimstone. A red van pulled up, the husband and wife climbed inside while the driver retrieved their bags, and they sped off onto a narrow road that wound between the trees. As the couple watched the outlets disappear from sight a look of disquiet came over them...

[read the rest of the article here at adbusters.org]

Then, come back here and lets talk about it.