Yesterday I started the following blog entry…
Some f***ing motherf***er made caffeinated coffee in the decaf pot yesterday at work. I know this because a) the coffee tasted better than usual and b) my head feels like 1000 jackbooted thugs are holding marching drills on the backs of my eyeballs. I wish I could pour scalding hot coffee over the head of whomever is responsible for hijacking the decaf pot. Hey asshole, some of us get migraines if we have have caffeine. There are THREE other pots you can use to make caffeinated coffee. One for one blend, one for another and one for double-strength. Keep that poison out of the pot marked DECAF. God…
Anyhow, seeing as how my head is killing me so badly, I can’t string two coherent thoughts together in a row right now. This means that today’s blog installment is going to be a potluck, a smorgasbord if you will. Prepare to be whelmed….
Recent Read: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov – I have to admit I was nervous about reading this book. It is, after all, one notorious piece of literature. I knew that since it was written in 1955 and written by someone widely considered to be one of the great novelists of our day that it was not going to be kiddie porn, but, well, that’s sort of the reputation the book has. Be tough to write a story about sexual relationship between a 37-year-old man and a 12-year-old girl even today without people crying obscenity. The thing is though, I had seen Kubrick’s film adaptation of the book when I was going through a Kubrick phase and I had found the film to be anything but an advertisement for pedophilia. I felt that the film attempted to (as tastefully as possible) tell the story of a tragedy, the tragedy of being an adult with sexual development that has been stunted at a pubescent level and the tragedy of being a precocious, sexually adventurous “tween” and more than anything the tragedy of what happens when those two forces collide. 12 and 13 year old kids have sex. That’s a fact of life. Sure, they usually do it with other 12 and 13 year olds, granted, but it doesn’t change the fact that it happens. It’s something our culture doesn’t like to talk about, but it’s been true throughout the history of our species and is still legally accepted in many parts of the world. So, even after understanding that this book was not a celebration of pedophilia, why bother to read it?
For one thing, I had just finished reading another book by a classic Russian author about an unsavory situation, Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I think that was what finally motivated me to read Lolita. I have meant to give Nabokov a try for years and this was arguably his masterpiece. I had been impressed by Dostoevsky and it inspired me to try a more modern Russian author. Another thing was, I gotta admit, I was curious. What was all the fuss about, you know?
The book, ultimately, did not disappoint. It would have had I been looking to be turned on, but I wasn’t so it didn’t. The book was, frankly, poetry. The narrator, Humbert Humbert, is one of the most tragic figures I’ve ever read. A self-loathing, pathetic, creature who fully intends to keep his pedophile ways to himself, to admire Lolita from afar, until she seduces him, pretty much for fun, she having already lost her virginity at 12 at summer camp. Lest you think that Nabokov is in some way trying to portray H.H. as the victim, however, it is what follows that is the most heartbreaking. The gradual growing up of Lolita into an adult and the flowering of resentment towards Humbert while Humbert becomes more and more obsessed with her and his life unravels. As a novel, as a love story, and as an examination of this complex topic, this book has the power to disgust, to intrigue and to break your heart for both Humbert and Lolita. It’s a great novel and it’s sad that it’s pretty much consigned to being thought of as “dirty” in the eyes of many because it tells such an unusual and discomfiting story.
Brett Favre Traded to the New York Jets: OK, this is just wrong. I don’t understand what happened here. Brett wanted to come back into the league, the Packers held his contract. They didn’t want him back so he wanted to go to Minnesota. They couldn’t have that, but really had no leverage to stop him if he simply maintained his position. Eventually they had to give into his demands, put him on the field, or cut him (in which case he could sign with MN). Instead he caved in, decided he didn’t want to be a “disruption” and went to the Jets. The frakking Jets. The 4-12 Jets. Instead of maybe winning a Superbowl with Adrian Peterson, Jared Allen, Bernard Berrian, The Williams Wall, Chester Taylor, Steve Hutchinson, Matt Birk, Darren Sharper, a Vikings team that is strong at every position except QB, he’s going to struggle to take a pathetic franchise to a first-round wildcard playoff loss IF he’s lucky. With that line he’ll probably get injured. What a lousy way for a legend to end his career. Sad sad sad for football and stupid stupid stupid of Favre. He held all the cards and he let Thompson and McCarthy get their way. Un-fucking-believable.
iPhone – So I’m getting an iPhone. I’ve been contemplating it since the thing was introduced but now it’s finally happening. Whenever one is in stock, that is.
My major concern is whether or not the iPhone will be a realistic replacement for my iPod Classic 160GB, Palm Tungsten C and Motorola SLVR, the collection of devices I carry with me most days. There are trade-offs, that’s for sure.
The iPhone vs. the iPod Classic: The iPhone wins in terms of screen size and user-interface, but falls woefully short in the area of storage space. My iPod has literally 20X the storage of the iPhone I’m getting (the 8GB model). However, I can’t listen to all 60GB of my music collection in one day now, can I? So, I’ve decided to start using the iPhone as my listening device and my iPod as my backup of songs to listen to. I have some software called Floola that lets me arbitrarily take music on and off of the two devices so I should be able to load up the iPhone with 8GB or so of tunes/podcasts/movies/etc every few days and keep myself happy. The iPod will still accompany me on my daily routines but will be relegated to living in the backpack with the laptop.
The iPhone vs. the Palm: This is really not a fair comparison on the face of it. I mean, after all, the Tungsten is an aging little handheld PDA with a fairly primitive set of primitive apps and a tiny chiclet keyboard. I got it for $35 at an antique store, seriously. I use it primarily as an eBook reader, to play solitaire, for Internet access when my laptop isn’t around or would be inconvenient (the Palm has WiFi), and as a word processor. I wrote almost my entire NaNoWriMo novel last year on the Palm. For this purpose, as a word processor, it kicks the iPhone’s butt. For one, the Palm has a removable SD memory card and a Microsoft Word-compatible word processor. This means I can work on a file, save it, eject the card, put it in the card reader connected to another computer and continue working on the file. I do this all the time. The tiny keyboard is no biggie either because for $7 I bought a folding keyboard with normal-size keys that fits in my pocket and snaps into the bottom of the Palm. I can reach into my pocket, pull out the Palm and the keyboard and be writing in seconds at my full-typing speed. This is not possible with the iPhone. First off, the iPhone doesn’t have a full-fledged word processor that I’m aware of and even if it did, the on-screen touch typing could never be as fast as using a real keyboard, which the iPhone does not support. That’s right. Even though it supports Bluetooth and Bluetooth keyboards are available e
verywhere, the iPhone doesn’t support Bluetooth keyboards. So, where word-processing is concerned the score is iPhone 0, Palm 1. Where everything else is concerned it’s more like iPhone 200, Palm 0. I may keep the Palm and relegate it to the bag along with the iPod or I may part with it. We’ll see. If I can’t get much money for it I’ll probably just keep it for it’s mad word processing skillz.
The iPhone versus the Motorola SLVR: Please. Not even close. Everything the SLVR does, the iPhone does better. SLVR works with iTunes, so does the iPhone, but faster and with cover flow. SLVR plays music and 3GP video (which looks like crap), the iPhone is a multimedia powerhouse. The SLVR has a camera phone, the iPhone’s is better. The SLVR has over-priced mind-bogglingly slow Internet. The iPhone has 3G. The SLVR is a bit smaller, and has a removable MicroSD card slot which, for some reason only works right with cards up to 512MB in size. So, in theory, if you had your music stored on 16 MicroSD cards you could match the capacity of the iPhone 8GB and even surpass it by buying more cards. Tiny cards the size of a fingernail that you could lose so easily that it’s scary. I’ve used the hell out of my SLVR, I loved it for awhile, but this is not even close. The SLVR goes bye-bye.
The iPhone versus the iBook: Are you nuts? Of course I’m still keeping my laptop. This thing ain’t gonna replace that.
Now to move on to more blogging perpetrated today…
iPhone, Sushi and Cigars: Last night was fantastic. Got home and found that my order of cigars from Thompson had arrived. I got two 25-count boxes of Thompson Maduro box-pressed Dominican’s, as well as some Rocky Patel Olde World Reserves, Cusano 18′s, La Gloria Cubanas, Oliveros XLs, CAOs, Indios, Victor Sinclair 55′s, cedar-wrapped Arturo Fuentes, and a few other choice cigars, mostly maduros but some Connecticut wrappers. Mmmmmm… Filled both my humidors.
Then we went to the AT&T store and actually reserved an iPhone because last time we were there the staff said the direct fulfillment had been ended so that they could get some stock in the stores. Well, they called yesterday and told me that in fact it had been reinstated so I put in my order. Hopefully I’ll have an iPhone by this time next week.
To top it off, Es and I went out for sushi at Osaka. I went nuts and got every piece of nigiri that I like: tuna, salmon, scallop, shrimp, sweet shrimp, smoked salmon, salmon roe, smoked eel, yellowtail, octopus, mackerel, king crab, squid, and surf clam, as well as squid ginger yaki for an appetizer. Oh. So. Good.
This morning I learned that my appearance on the MN Atheist’s “Atheist Talk” show is now online.
Life is good.
