I’ll admit that I’ve been hating on the iPhone. I really don’t want to get one, primarily because in my opinion there’s a very thin line between being an Apple user and an Apple Zealot and I don’t want to find myself lumped in with that crowd. I’d been holding out for the Garmin Nuviphone. I don’t know why but I’ve been infatuated with that device since it’s announcement.
With the addition of the new App Store, it seems as though I may finally be tempted over to the dark side. The functionality of the iPhone is virtually unlimited when you factor in the number and variety of free and low cost apps that can be added to it. Case in point below:
Henny makes beat on iPhone 3G using Beatmaker!!! from Henny on Vimeo.
It’s crazy to think that we live in an age where you can do these kind of things using a device that fits into your pocket. As much as I hate eating crow, I have to admit that the only thing stopping me from picking up an iPhone is the fact that I don’t want to leave T-Mobile as a service provider and can’t be bothered with all of the unlocking rubbish.
This graphic pretty much sums up how I’m feeling right now. Well, except for the tables thing… I’ve been working in graphic and web design for so many years. I learned standards compliance at the beginning, so I don’t have any bad habits to unlearn. Yet cross browser checking is still the bane of my existence. Toss in a CMS like Joomla with it’s own quirks and random table placement and you’ve got a recipe for insanity.
I guess because I’m so fixated on sticking as close to the standards as possible, that I never really learned the little hacks that make IE tick. Aaand now I’m screwed.
When I go out, I spend a lot of time making observations about people, so that I can share with you, our loyal readers.
Last weekend, while nodding my head to the music, I had one such revelation.
I am a firm believer that there are two kinds of people in every nightclub that I’ve ever found myself in. There are people who go to be seen and those who go to be met. Now there are many tell-tale signs of what type a given person is, but in my humble opinion, the most obvious indicator is the act of wearing sunglasses indoors at night.
Allow me to explain… Beside the obvious impairing of vision and generally looking like a douche-nozzle (because no one truly needs sunglasses in a dark-ass club), more subtly the be-speckled club-goer denies him/herself of the all important, yet oft overlooked eye contact.
Pay attention, because you never know when you’re gonna be tested!
