This makes me feel kinda funny...
The idea is for about $10 a month, parents can track their children by requesting the exact location of the child's cell phone on the parent's phone or online. One service also allows parents to designate a small geographic area and get automatic alerts when their child enters or leaves that zone ("Dude! That's, like, so whack! Ditching class shouldn't, like, be this hard, an' stuff!"). For example, parents would know if a child left the vicinity of school during the middle of the day.The service can also be programmed to automatically send an alert at a set time each day, such as when a child is due to arrive at school. Children get text messages on their phones every time their location is requested, so they know when Mom and Dad are watching.
6/12/2006
6/08/2006
Whew! That was a close one...
... it was getting ugly but I think I managed to get out relatively unscathed, none the worse for wear.
Ok, *maybe* a couple of superficial dents to my self esteem & a slightly bruised heart -- but it's nothing a weekend w/my wingman in Vegas can't fix.
And bonus! This trip earns me a free ticket on Southwest... hmmm... I wonder if they fly to Puerto Rico?
"Next?"*
* Leo's are automatically disqualified in the next round. Scorpio's, however, are highly encouraged to submit an application.
Ok, *maybe* a couple of superficial dents to my self esteem & a slightly bruised heart -- but it's nothing a weekend w/my wingman in Vegas can't fix.
And bonus! This trip earns me a free ticket on Southwest... hmmm... I wonder if they fly to Puerto Rico?
"Next?"*
* Leo's are automatically disqualified in the next round. Scorpio's, however, are highly encouraged to submit an application.
4/10/2006
MercuryNews.com | 04/10/2006 | Valley's new job market: (specific) help wanted
MercuryNews.com | 04/10/2006 | Valley's new job market: (specific) help wanted
Wow. This is exactly what Thomas Friedman predicts (in his book, The World Is Flat). The "triple convergence" has happened and now that we're all on the same playing field, the only way American workers can hope to maintain or improve their standard of living is to specialize.
To many that means adapt or die. Isn't that what all forms of life that has managed to survive through milleniums has done in order to be alive, today, to ask the question? And all without whining about it?
Wow. This is exactly what Thomas Friedman predicts (in his book, The World Is Flat). The "triple convergence" has happened and now that we're all on the same playing field, the only way American workers can hope to maintain or improve their standard of living is to specialize.
To many that means adapt or die. Isn't that what all forms of life that has managed to survive through milleniums has done in order to be alive, today, to ask the question? And all without whining about it?
Ok, I'm back.
So after a brief hiatus, I'm back and just fairly bursting with stuff to blog about. Lemme get my thoughts in order and I'll post them in order over the next couple of weeks. So, sit tight & stay tuned.
2/16/2006
Condi Does Kabul...
I wonder if Condolezza Rice ever worries about where to buy some Tampax in a place like Afghanistan?
She must have a staffer whose sole job is to make sure stuff like that doesn't become a crisis. Like it would for *normal* people.
Why on earth did this even cross my mind?!
That's just how my head works. Deal with it.
She must have a staffer whose sole job is to make sure stuff like that doesn't become a crisis. Like it would for *normal* people.
Why on earth did this even cross my mind?!
That's just how my head works. Deal with it.
11/18/2005
Rolling Stones concert.
Man those guys are old. I mean... Keith's face has so many crevices and cracks he could do with a little spackle or Bondo at this point.
And what makes me the expert on his face?
Cuz I was 30 freaking feet away from them at Tuesday's concert in Pac Bell Park!!! How cool is that?! I kept saying to the people around me "That's the *STONES*! Can you believe it?!?".
They put on an amazing show for 2 1/2 hours. For old guys they sure can keep up like they're still in their 30's. The only things that sucked (in order of suckyness):
And what makes me the expert on his face?
Cuz I was 30 freaking feet away from them at Tuesday's concert in Pac Bell Park!!! How cool is that?! I kept saying to the people around me "That's the *STONES*! Can you believe it?!?".
They put on an amazing show for 2 1/2 hours. For old guys they sure can keep up like they're still in their 30's. The only things that sucked (in order of suckyness):
- Whoever stole the (very cool) Stones tee-shirt (size small) from my back pocket not 7 minutes after I bought the Goddamn thing will hopefully die while wearing it (preferrably choking on it).
- Keith Richards and Charlie Watts: if you two can't stop getting into little pissing contests onstage with your little control dramas and tantrums -- completely fucking the song up -- you should both be sent to your rooms without dinner. Or drugs as the case may be. I mean grow up... the audience isn't stupid and we all see what's going on up there.
All in all it was the best concert I've ever seen and most fun I can remember having in years. I *did* get some satisfaction :D
8/12/2005
7/28/2005
The blue glow is everywhere
I was walking the dogs last night at dusk when it struck me how many windows had that blue glow flickering in them... so many people in so many houses... getting lulled - no, anesthetized by television.
Just think of how much society could benefit if there were no box emitting a blue glow every night. In every house. On every street.
Imagine the possibilities if people were forced replace that pacifier and actually *do* something.
Just think of how much society could benefit if there were no box emitting a blue glow every night. In every house. On every street.
Imagine the possibilities if people were forced replace that pacifier and actually *do* something.
7/21/2005
6/18/2005
What is it about shopping...
... that makes getting your heart broken - whether it's just a little, like the brief but slightly painful heart-squeeze you feel when you wake up and realize that "He's just not that into you." - or a lot, like the physically painful sensation that devours your heart during a messy, soul crushing divorce - easier to bear somehow?
I think it's the personal attention you get from the salespeople. I mean, yeah - of course I know full well that it's their job to fawn and fuss over me when I'm in the dressing room, but when you're low and feeling unwanted, you'll eat every little bit of that right up and beg for more. More sizes, more colors, more accessories - anything to keep it going until your self esteem's band-aid is replaced with a fresh one.
And if they're commission, the ego stroking, confidence boosting Salesperson Standards like "Of course your butt doesn't look big in those jeans!! Honey, if I were a straight man, I'd do you right here on the floor, your butt looks so hot! Like, JLo-Booty Hot! You should buy a pair in every color!" can restore enough of your confidence to actually wear them out in public... just a test run to see if he's right.
So, what do you do when you get your heart nicked?
Hit the Nordie's Half-Yearly Shoe Sale, of course! I'm off to the mall...
I think it's the personal attention you get from the salespeople. I mean, yeah - of course I know full well that it's their job to fawn and fuss over me when I'm in the dressing room, but when you're low and feeling unwanted, you'll eat every little bit of that right up and beg for more. More sizes, more colors, more accessories - anything to keep it going until your self esteem's band-aid is replaced with a fresh one.
And if they're commission, the ego stroking, confidence boosting Salesperson Standards like "Of course your butt doesn't look big in those jeans!! Honey, if I were a straight man, I'd do you right here on the floor, your butt looks so hot! Like, JLo-Booty Hot! You should buy a pair in every color!" can restore enough of your confidence to actually wear them out in public... just a test run to see if he's right.
So, what do you do when you get your heart nicked?
Hit the Nordie's Half-Yearly Shoe Sale, of course! I'm off to the mall...
6/06/2005
Scripps to Purchase Internet Search Engine Shopzilla for $525 Million
Fuck.
It figures.
That's fine. I don't want to retire right now anyway.
I *could* have, however, have gotten over my deep seated hatred of LA rather nicely with a couple mill in the works.
*sigh*. I always miss the good stuff.
It figures.
That's fine. I don't want to retire right now anyway.
I *could* have, however, have gotten over my deep seated hatred of LA rather nicely with a couple mill in the works.
*sigh*. I always miss the good stuff.
6/03/2005
5/19/2005
My job kicks ASS!
Wow. When's the last time you hear anything *close* to that coming outta my mouth?
Can't remember the last time I had such a blast at my job -- while actually doing my job... cool people, amazing opportunities (like, just about anywhere in the States for sure -- and when the dogs get their international canine passports, the world is my oyster) and the best desk in the building.
Once again, Life Is Good (despite the sexy boy occasionally making me slightly batty, but I digress).
Finally I'm learning to want what I have and actually appreciate it when I've got it. It's only taken, like, a gazillion tears, (at least!) four bouts with a completely broken heart, thousands of angry shouting matches with countless innocent bystanders and innumerable painful lessons.
Like Lisa Simpson who keeps yelling "Ouch! Quit it!" over and over again when Bart keeps hitting her.
I hope this epiphany doesn't simply mean I'm getting old. Cuz I'd be oh so happy (and completely willing!!) to trade in some of that hard-earned wisdom for as many "Good Parking Karma" points, "Hail Mary's" & "Our Father's" it would take to shave up to 10 years off my age (or at least my driver's license.)
Oh! The things I'd completely fuck up again...
Can't remember the last time I had such a blast at my job -- while actually doing my job... cool people, amazing opportunities (like, just about anywhere in the States for sure -- and when the dogs get their international canine passports, the world is my oyster) and the best desk in the building.
Once again, Life Is Good (despite the sexy boy occasionally making me slightly batty, but I digress).
Finally I'm learning to want what I have and actually appreciate it when I've got it. It's only taken, like, a gazillion tears, (at least!) four bouts with a completely broken heart, thousands of angry shouting matches with countless innocent bystanders and innumerable painful lessons.
Like Lisa Simpson who keeps yelling "Ouch! Quit it!" over and over again when Bart keeps hitting her.
I hope this epiphany doesn't simply mean I'm getting old. Cuz I'd be oh so happy (and completely willing!!) to trade in some of that hard-earned wisdom for as many "Good Parking Karma" points, "Hail Mary's" & "Our Father's" it would take to shave up to 10 years off my age (or at least my driver's license.)
Oh! The things I'd completely fuck up again...
5/18/2005
Bay Area home prices set new record
"The median price of single-family houses sold in the nine Bay Area counties rose to a record $622,000 in April, up nearly 20 percent from a year earlier."
I remember when the median price for a 900 sf shoebox with a postage stamp sized yard was "only" half a million dollars.
Can someone please explain to me how home prices keep going up while the number of people with jobs keeps going down? I mean, sure... I can totally understand how people who get laid off might want to get into real estate investments (I know I did when I got laid off... your natural reaction is to look for stability in an industry with growth potential... everyone's gotta live somewhere, right?) but I don't understand where they're getting the money to keep buying more and more expensive home if they're not working.
The logical conclusion being that the entire Bay Area is mortgaging their children's college education and eventually the bubble will burst and bottom falls out.
I remember when the median price for a 900 sf shoebox with a postage stamp sized yard was "only" half a million dollars.
Can someone please explain to me how home prices keep going up while the number of people with jobs keeps going down? I mean, sure... I can totally understand how people who get laid off might want to get into real estate investments (I know I did when I got laid off... your natural reaction is to look for stability in an industry with growth potential... everyone's gotta live somewhere, right?) but I don't understand where they're getting the money to keep buying more and more expensive home if they're not working.
The logical conclusion being that the entire Bay Area is mortgaging their children's college education and eventually the bubble will burst and bottom falls out.
5/06/2005
Random things I need in no particular order.
- Cheap monthly parking anywhere downtown SJ.
- An automated, efficient way to productionalize the whole data conversion workflow. In particular, the extraction & capture of metadata from images where there is none provided or if present, may be inconsistent or non-standard. Solving a challenge like this requires sophisticated technology applying layout and document analysis algorithms invented and developed by scary-smart people. People smart enough to know their technology should be - no, must be - able to learn from a programmed set of assumptions and organically increase it's own program intelligence learning through fine-tuning the logic and rule sets as the data it receives evolves and existing assumptions no longer compute. It must provide a standardized output that is compliant with emerging standards in order to provide any downstream value where it matters most: relevant, consistent and successful search results. Doing so makes users come back and advertisers see clear returns on their investment. Chicken feeds egg. Egg feeds chicken. Everyone goes home fat and happy.
- A new bed & dresser to replace the "significantly water damaged" I formerly loved to death until Public Storage had a roofing issue. Upside? PS insurance company buys me new stuff.
- A salon visit to trim, wax and paint various areas of my body.
Knowing full well that my needs are important to no one but me (which, surprisingly enough, can't be said for Bipolar Barbie… but I digress), I'll happily settle for a salon recommendation, where to find deals on bedroom furniture, cheap SJ parking and/or the names of any people who are so smart they scare you.
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