• Ten months and counting

    Steve announced the iPhone SDK today (if that doesn’t ring the bell for the Pavlov dog in you, I feel terrible for your loss).

    Machinist – Salon.com:

    Last June, a day after buying Apple’s much-hyped iPhone, the first thing I noticed was that the thing wasn’t a cellphone. The iPhone was revolutionary, I wrote then, because it was the first fully-mobile general-purpose computer. It was a Mac you could carry around with you, and that was a very big deal.
    Except for one thing: By preventing third-party developers — programmers not working at Apple — from creating software for the phone, Apple was limiting the revolution…

    The iPhone, now that it’s open, could really be huge.

    Looks like the iPhone may be a fertile land of milk and honey when we’re ready to buy… sometime around 1/1/2009.

  • Securing my place in line

    I’d like to thank my most reliable visitor: the Googlebot.

    You laugh, but that little piece of software could grow up to rule the world one day. I’m kissing-up now while the kissing will still do some good.

  • Reading a sign

    A while back I was on my way home with Beth, after our biweekly flirtation with anaphylaxis (allergy shots). Something didn’t seem right. I began to feel a little uncomfortable. Between the traffic and a talkative child, I was a little preoccupied, but nothing obvious was causing my little burst of anxiety. And no, it wasn’t the shots. It was Beth’s day and she hasn’t had any problems.

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    We drove past a blue and white highway information sign and it hit me. It was a hospital sign. We were just up the street from my vacation home last spring.

    I had this brief thought that I ought to write a letter to the hospital, to thank the staff that made my stay much easier than it could have been. I ended up not writing the letter though. Those warm feelings came from the second week of my stay, after I was transferred to the oncology floor. It was easy to see how good I had it after the first week in gen pop.

    Maybe that just makes it more important I write a letter.

    By the way, in case you didn’t already know – I like to kid the allergist. Allergy shots did do me some good. I would have kept taking them if I hadn’t fallen into that small percentage of folks who don’t take them well. You know, when the shots turn a perfectly good throat into a musical instrument. Speaking of musical instruments, where is my inhaler?