Aug 13, 2012 |
There was no Great War, World War 1 or World War 2.
The Titanic had not yet sailed.
There was no Republic of China.
The New York Yankees were known as the New York Highlanders.
The first motion picture studio, Nestor Motion Picture Company, opened in Hollywood.
Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., and the rest of the Rat Pack weren’t even a gleam in their parents’ eyes.
There was no Great Depression.
The Hindenburg had yet to be created.
There were only 46 Stars on the American Flag.
Elvis’ parents weren’t born yet.
Many other significant events, people, and places had yet to occur.
But this was one that had:
My Enclopaedia Britannica, Eleventh Edition, was published in twenty-nine volumes. It is indeed my treasure.
“There’s no history of anything until it happens. Then there is.” [Rachel to Roark, Volcano, 1997]
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Aug 12, 2012 |
My daughter has an iPhone 4S. She bought it with money she received for her high school graduation. I, having not graduated recently, still have my two-year-old Android.
In the past two months, I have grown convinced that an iPhone is the phone for me. And this is my official notice that it is now tops on my Christmas List this year. (Or, Hallowe’en treat. Or back-to-school special. Or just “I’m thinking of you NOW” gift, if whoever-you-are is feeling prematurely presentatious.)
The differences between my Droid and Dot’s 4S, in no particular technical order, are:
- My battery no longer holds a decent charge. It stays plugged in to the wall 3 times more often than not. Even after being replaced six weeks ago. Dot’s battery has lasted her through four days of camping. Granted, she turned it off, often. But I know dollars-to-donuts my Droid wouldn’t have turned back on after Day 2.
- Her iPhone camera is far, far better than mine. I’d rather not demonstrate. It’s depressing.
- My Droid freezes up often when texting, or opens random applications (Calendar or ColorNotes, for example). Dot’s applications work when, and only when, she wants them to.
- My Droid overheats. Often. Regularly. Her iPhone never does. Never.
- Where Dot has chosen some amazing games and applications, I worry about adding anything new to my Droid.
- Her screen is bigger than mine.
- Hers is white. Mine is the basic black/steel looking frame.
- The iPhone has iTunes.
- The iPhone has Siri.
- Since we are an Apple/Mac family, the iPhone would work better with my laptop.
- Since we are an Apple/Mac family, if I had problems with the iPhone, my brother (whom I affectionately refer to as my unofficial business manager and techie guru) can resolve any such issue. Notsomuch with my Droid.
- Instagram. Need I say more?
- Because I do so much internet/social media work, it’s essential for me to have a dependable
hand computer smart phone.
I asked friends if they preferred iPhones over Droids or other cell phones, and the overwhelming response was
“DUH.”
Which leaves me with this one last reason to save for an iPhone:
- Because I want one. Period.
My dear friend Lisa thinks Apple should offer me an iPhone for a product review. I agree. But that’s just me.
Are you listening, Apple? Hello? Just a bite? Please?
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Aug 11, 2012 |
I couldn’t sleep last night.
I was excited for this morning’s Safe and Sassy Party.
I’m waiting for Dot to return home from her camping trip.
It’s too hot.
The house still smells fresh and I want to enjoy it.
I watched an action movie just before turning in.
I’m mentally working on five writing projects including the Blog.
But mostly, I couldn’t sleep last night
Because when I stepped into my room,
This is what I saw:
I’m changing the name of my home to CATford Manor.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
